Harry Styles Imagines [Book 1]

58.) Couples In The Wild [Part 3]

Y/N's POV

I woke up feeling Harry's arms around me. His breathing was in a steady pace and he was quietly snoring. I want to look at him but I can't move because of him.

I pressed my lips together and tried to move his arm around my stomach but he just grumbled and pulled me closer. I smiled at his actions.

I stayed there for another five minutes until I can't take it anymore. The room was too hot, I'm starting to sweat. I sat up straight not bothering Harry to wake up.

I heard him spoke, "Ugh, Y/N. Where are you going?"

I turned my head to him and leaned, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He was quick because his arms was on me again, pulling me to the bed. Again.

"Harry, we need to get up." I murmured not wanting him to smell my breath.

"Hmm." He hummed. "I don't feel well."

I frowned and raised my hand to his neck, just to feel the abnormal temperature. "Yes, Harry. I do think you have a fever. Come on, let me get up so I can take care of you."

Finally, his arms loosened around me and I started to get up, stretching and yawning loudly. I stood up and went to the mirror, grabbing the brush and brushing my knotted hair then I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

After doing my business, I went back to our room seeing Harry sitting coldly on the bed while leaning on the headboard. The sheets were around him but he still tried to get it closer. His eyes open. It met mine and he gave me a small smile.

I approached him and sat next to him. He stared at me for a moment then putting his head on my shoulder. I felt his hand finding mine and he intertwined them.

"Tell me why I jumped in the pool, again?" His raspy voice filled my ears. The way he said it was low and slow.

I smiled, hugging him. "You jumped because you want it. I tried to stop you but you're a hard-headed." I tap his head and he chuckled.

"Next time, I'll listen to you. You seem to always know what's best for me." He said and raised our intertwined hands, kissing the back of mine.

"Yeah, that would be great." I giggled and joke at the same time.

"Hmm, wait, what time is it?" He asked and raised his head, looking to me. I turned my head to the clock that was placed on top of the nightstand.

"9:47."

"Its still ear-" He was cut in by the knock of the door.

"Harry? Y/N?" Mariel's voice asked at the other side of the door. I shouted a 'come in' and we watched the door opened. "Oh. You're both awake. Breakfast's ready." Then, she close the door again.

My stomach grumbled with the mention of 'breakfast'. Harry probably heard it because he chuckled, "Let's go."

I frowned and shook my head, "No. You're gonna stay here. I'll get food for you."

"Y/N, you don't have to do th-"

"Yes, I will. Let me. You're sick. Just to make you feel better." I spoke and stared at his green eyes. He sighed and nodded. I smiled and kissed his forehead. "Wait for me."

Then I let go of his hand and walked to the door, opening it and closing it after. I travelled downstairs and smelled the sweet aroma of eggs, bacon, oh! And noodles! Just enough for the cold weather.

"Hey, Y/N!" Niall greeted. Why doesn't he looked sick? While Harry is having a fever? Its unfair. He maybe stayed there for hours and Harry just had a one dive.