Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

Taking Care of Hazza

HI

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The sound of rain pattering softly against the windows filled the flat with a gentle, rhythmic hum. Y/N pushed the door open and stepped inside, exhaustion etched on her face after hours of rehearsals. "Home at last." She mumbled.

Normally, the flat would be buzzing with the boys' laughter or music blasting from someone's room, but today, an unusual silence greeted her. She dropped her bag by the door and kicked off her shoes, calling out, "Anyone home?" The only response was the low murmur of a TV from the living room.

Curious, she walked over, only to find Harry sprawled on the couch, a blanket half-draped over his lanky frame. His hair was a tangled mess, sticking to his damp forehead, and his usually lively green eyes looked dull and tired.

"Haz?" Y/N called softly, her concern deepening as she stepped closer. "What's going on? You look terrible."

Harry turned his head, managing a faint smile. "Hey, Y/N... I'm alright, just... feeling a bit off today," he rasped, his voice hoarse. Y/N's frown deepened as she leaned down to feel his forehead. "Harry, you're burning up! Why didn't you say anything?"

He shrugged weakly, attempting to pull the blanket tighter around himself. "Didn't want to bother you guys. It's just a cold. I'll sleep it off."

Before Y/N could argue further, Liam walked into the room, a steaming mug in his hand. "Finally, someone who can knock some sense into this idiot," Liam said, shaking his head. He set the mug down on the coffee table and crossed his arms. "Harry, mate, you should've said something sooner. You look awful."

Harry attempted a weak smile. "Didn't want to worry anyone. It's just a cold."

"A cold?" Y/N said, raising an eyebrow. "You look like you've run a marathon. You can barely keep your eyes open." She turned to Liam for backup.

Liam nodded in agreement. "Mate, you need to get to bed. Pushing through it won't help." Harry only groaned in return.

Y/N rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "Alright. You need to get to bed, Harry. Come on, don't be stubborn." Harry groaned, reluctantly letting them help him up. "Alright, alright... but you two fussing over me like this makes me feel like a kid."

"More like a stubborn child who doesn't know when to quit," Y/N teased, adjusting her grip on his arm as they walked toward his room.

As they walked down the hallway, Harry leaned heavily on Y/N while Liam supported him from the other side. Despite the fever, Harry managed a cheeky grin. "You know, you two really act like mum and dad," he said, his voice teasing despite how weak he sounded. "Always fussing over us... it's embarrassing."

Liam chuckled, shaking his head as he gave Y/N a playful look. "What can we say, Haz? You're our big baby."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, well, if we're the mum and dad, that makes you our overgrown toddler."

As they guided Harry to his bedroom, he let out a weak chuckle, his head resting on Y/N's shoulder. "I swear, you two act like the mom and dad of the group," he teased, trying to inject some of his usual humor into his voice. "It's kind of cute, actually."

Liam snorted as he opened the door to Harry's room. "Cute, huh? More like necessary. You're lucky Y/N's got the patience to deal with you."

Y/N helped Harry sit on the bed, pulling the covers back so he could crawl under them. "Well, someone's got to keep you boys in line," she said with a grin. "Otherwise, who knows what kind of trouble you'd get into."