You were sick. You had the flu, and it made you very weak. You threw up once this week, and you thought you were getting better, after all, one week sick couldn't last much longer. Harry, on the other hand, was worried about you. He was babying you, more than usual, and he was terribly worried about you. Heck, the boy wouldn't even let you get up! He was waiting on you hand and foot, and you were worried he was running himself down.
"Naya!" Harry cried, rushing in the room.
"Harry what is it?" you asked worriedly.
"You haven't called for me and i was worried about you!"
"Harry."
"Do you want something? Food, soup, anything?" Harry said, oblivious to you talking. "Harry."
"I can get you anything, I promise, I swear!"
"HARRY!!" you yelled.
"What, what happened, what's wrong?" Harry worried.
"Harry, I'm fine. You're running yourself down, and you don't need to serve me as much as you do. Please, you're hurting yourself. I'm fine, see?" You said, getting up.
"Naya NO!" Harry cried, trying to keep you in bed. You pushed past him and tried to get up. You got up, but the second you stood up your legs gave way, and you fell.
However, Harry caught you and cautioned to you saying,"Naya I know you might think you're fine, you're getting better. Yes you're getting better, but not as quick as you think. Please, just stay down, it's for your own good." You wished he was wrong, but he was right, and you knew it.
He went to walk out the door but you stopped him "Wait!" you cried, tears pricking your eyes, threatening to fall.
"What is it love?" Harry pondered.
"Please, stay with me? You're not as strong as you're putting up either Hazza." you replied, sitting up in bed. Harry came over, and laid on the bed. He tucked himself and you in, and you both falling asleep, cuddling close and tight in bed.
