Something More-Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 8

Camila's P.O.V

"Natalieeeeeee" I croaked. No answer.

"Nattttttttt" I managed to somewhat yell. A few seconds later I heard footsteps trotting on the floor. Success.

"I'm trying to clean my room and I get interrupted by you yellin- what the hell happened to you?!" Her eyes widened at the sight of me.

"I think I'm sick" I said in a raspy voice.

"You think you're sick?! Girl, I wish you could see yourself right now! Your hair is a complete mess, you look flushed like you have a fever, and plus, your glands look swollen" She pointed to my throat.

I was currently laying in bed, and had just woken up. I felt terrible when I woke up; my head hurts, my throat is killing me, and I think I have a fever since I'm sweating up a storm! Ugh, this is not what I had planned for today.

Since it was Friday, I would have to call my dad and tell him that I can't come into work.

"I'm gonna call out of work" I slowly tried to sit up in bed, the pressure from my head was almost unbearable.

"You do that, and I'll get you some medicine" Natalie said, running out of my room. 

I grabbed my phone from my night stand and called my dad.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hi dad" I croaked out.

"Camila are you alright? You sound terrible!" He said concerned.

"I have a terrible headache and sore throat, and I think a fever as well, so I'm not going to be able to come in to work tonight" I said, rubbing my swollen glands.

"That's fine sweetheart. Do you need me to take you to the doctors or anything?" he asked.

"No thanks, I'll just take some medicine and relax and if I need to go to the doctors Natalie will just take me" I said.

"Okay. Take some advil for your head and throat, and maybe a warm shower to make you feel better" He said.

"I will" I said, and Natalie returned to my room. "I'm going to go take some medicine now, I'll talk to you later okay?" I said, closing my eyes for a few seconds, then opened them.

"Feel better Camila, make sure you get tons of rest" He said.

"Thanks dad, bye" I said, and hung up the phone. As I set my phone back on the night stand, Natalie walked towards me with a glass of water in one hand and two pills in another. She handed them both to me.

"Thanks Nat" I weakily smiled at her and took the pills. She brought her hand up to my forehead to check my temperature.

"Yep, you definitely have a fever. I'll be right back" She said, and skipped out of my room.

Moments later, she came back in with a cold washcloth and placed it on my head.

"What would I do without you?" I sighed and laid back in bed.

"Probably die." She joked. "Now let me just text Savannah and tell her I can't go to that party tonight" She said, taking her phone out of her pocket.

"No!" My voice cracked. "You've been talking about this frat party for weeks, I'll be fine on my own I can take care of myself, you're going"

"Are you sure? I'll come home early if you need me" She said.

"Nat..." I gave her a look. "I'll be fine. Now go get ready since it's already-" I looked at my phone for the time. "1:15? I slept this late?"

"Thats what happens when you're sick! I'm gonna go take a shower now, will you be alright?" She asked me.

"Yes mum" I said, and then she left the room.

After laying in my bed restlessly for a few minutes, I decided to take shower as well. So, I slowly got out of bed and slugged myself into my bathroom to take a shower, in hopes that it would make me feel a little better.

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After I got out of the shower, I threw on some black leggings and a big t-shirt and threw my hair up in a bun. My headache was relieved a bit, and hopefully taking a nap would make it go away completely. Before taking my nap, I went to Natalie's room. I approached her door, and opened it, not even bothering to knock.

"Oh hey sicky" She said, looking up from her laptop.

"Very funny. I'm gonna go take a nap, so I probably won't see you before you leave for the party. Have fun, and don't get too drunk, because I'm not coming to get you" I laughed.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay and take care of you?" She asked.

"Positive. See ya" I threw up the peace sign and walked out of the door, desperate to crawl into bed.

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I woke up from the sound of my phone vibrating. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that it was dark out. I must have slept for a while then. Remembering why I was woken up in the first place, I reached over and grabbed my phone.

Harry Calling

Ugh, really Harry? Nows not the time to be calling me up for a good time because he's drunk. I haven't spoken to him since he texted me that picture of himself the other day. I'm assuming he's back in London though. I ignored the call and put my head back on my pillow. Well, I guess the whole idea of taking a nap to get rid of my headache didn't work. And my throat hurts even more now. Plus, I'm freezing! What the hell is going on..

I pulled myself out of bed and went over to my closet to get a sweatshirt. I ripped the first one I found off the hanger and pulled it over my head. I hate fevers; first you're sweating like theres no tomorrow, then you get the chills, and it just keeps going back and forth!

I walked back over to my bed and laid down again, this time checking the time. 9:15.

Wow, I slept for so long! It is kind of strange that Harry is drunk and wants to..you know..so early in the night. Maybe he's celebrating his coming home from Germany or something, who knows.

Buzzzzzz. Buzzzzzzz.

My phone rang again. I picked it up again and looked at it.

Harry Calling

I groaned, and pressed ignore once again. There's no point of me answering just to tell him I can't hangout with him tonight. And plus, I'm too weak to even talk.

After calling about 3 more times, I think he finally got the hint and gave up. I sighed, not knowing what to do with myself. I guess I would watch some T.V and wait for Natalie to get home so she can tell me about her night. I reached over to the night stand to grab the remote, turned the T.V on, and put on any random channel that looked interesting.

I watched T.V for about thirty minutes or so, until I heard the doorbell ring. Are you kidding? Who's here?! And why are they here?!

I wanted to ignore them, but after hearing the doorbell ring over and over again, I finally got out of bed. I shivered and wrapped my blanket around myself, and went downstairs. I feel bad for the person who is on the opposite side of the door who has to see my like this. It's probably some sales person or something. 

I walked through the kitchen and made it to the front door, turned the knob slowly. I opened the door to reveal...Harry?