Harry Styles BSM

He Thinks You're Faking Being Sick

He Thinks You're Faking Being Sick

Harry: (Age 8)

You had been in math class when your stomach started hurting really badly. You tried to ignore it but then it got so bad it was the only thing you could concentrate on. You had told your teacher and she sent you straight to the nurse.

The nurse had said you had a fever and called you mum to come and pick you up but unfortunately she wasn't able to come, you dad was away on a business trip, and that only Harry.

Harry was at the recording studio, working on his new album when he got the call. He was pretty mad that he had to go and pick you up when he was in the middle of doing something.

When Harry walked in the nurse's office the look on his face told you that he was mad.

"Let's go." Was all he said before he picked up your backpack and walked out of the office. Nobody else was in there at the time so you just stood up and followed him.

You went out to his car and he opened the back door for you and put your backpack in. You got in your booster seat and buckled up while he shut your door and went around to the driver's seat and got in.

The drive home was silent and when you finally got back you quickly got out of the car and went inside. Harry followed you inside and you started making your way towards the stairs when he stopped you.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked crossing his arms.

"T-to my room." You said looking at him.

"I don't think so." He said. "I want your bedroom spotless and when you're done you can unload the dishwasher and clean the living room." Harry said.

"But Harry I don't feel good." You said.

"Bullshit." He said and your jaw dropped as your eyes started to water. Harry never swore in front of you. "And don't even think crying is going to get you out of anything this time."

"You slowly walked up the stairs and started to clean your room that wasn't even that messy as you let your tears fall. You didn't know why Harry was being so mean or why he didn't believe you.

When you finished cleaning your bedroom you went downstairs and into the kitchen. Tears were still pouring out of your eyes because now your stomach hurt even worse, you were really hot, and you were starting to get dizzy.

You saw Harry sitting at the island eating a sandwich. When he saw you he pointed at the dishwasher.

"Is your room clean?" He asked and you nodded, opening the dishwasher. When you saw all the clean dishes you let even more tears fall knowing this would take forever because you were still much too short to reach the top cupboards on your own.

"Why are you crying?" Harry asked in a harsh tone and you shook your head, knowing he wouldn't believe you. "Huh?" He asked louder.

"I-I don't f-feel well." You stuttered out.

"Whatever." He mumbled and looked back down at his phone.

You took a handful of silverware out of the dishwasher and opened the right drawer as you started to put the silverware away.

All the sudden a wave a nausea hit you, almost making you fall over. You dropped the silverware, causing them to clatter on the floor as you sprinted to the closest bathroom. You went straight for the toilet and emptied your stomach into. As you were throwing up you felt someone pull your hair back and rub you back, whispering soothing things to you. When you were done you sat back away from the toilet and Harry stood up, grabbing a washcloth and getting it wet. Before you knew it you were throwing up again and Harry was back at your side.

When you were done Harry wiped your mouth off with the washcloth he had gotten and picked you up so you could brush your teeth.

You were sobbing by now because you sick, hot, and afraid you were going to get in trouble for not finishing your chores. Harry picked you up and you nuzzled into his neck as he rocked back and forth. He slid his hand up the back of your shirt and started rubbing your back trying to calm you down.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry." He whispered in your hair as he walked out of the kitchen.

"I d-didn't f-finish the chores." You sobbed out.

"Sh, it's okay. You don't have to do anything." He said.

He went into the kitchen and got you some medicine.

"I'm hot." You said after you took the medicine.

"How about a nice cool bath?" He asked. You thought about it for a second before nodding you head. Harry picked you back up and carried you to the upstairs bathroom.

He set you on the counter and started the water before coming back over to you and undressing you.

He set you carefully in the bath and sat down next to you, brushing your hair back.

"I'm so sorry for not believing you, Y/N." He said.

"It's okay." You said.

When you were done in the bath and slightly cooled off Harry lifted you out of the bath and wrapped a towel around you. He went into your room and dressed you in just a pair of underwear before going into his room and turning the AC on. He laid you down in bed and changed into just a pair of athletic shorts then crawled into bed next to you. He pulled you into his chest and you both fell asleep.

Later that day your mum found you in the same exact position.

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