One Direction Imagines

Told you so. Harry

It was just past midnight when I heard a knocking at my window. I looked at Harry leaning against the window. So I opened to see what he needed. "Harry you know I'm grounded, I don't want anymore trouble."

He gave me a pouty look, "Can't I just stand here and talk to you?"

I rolled my eyes, "No." he looked really hurt. I laughed, "For starters it is raining and you'll get sick."

He looked around finally noticing the rain, "Oh right." a smirk came across his face, "You would not happen to have an umbrella?"

"No." I gave him a quick kiss. "Harry, I love you and don't want you sick, please go home." 

"Fine." he grumbled, it was obvious that he was not fine with it.

The next day~   

Today there was no rain. So Harry was sure to come by after my parents went to bed. "Hey Harry. How are you?"

"I'm good. So can I stand here and talk to you today?" he asked setting his chin on the sill.

"Fine. I still say that you are going to be sick after yesterday." I said putting my forehead against his, "You're hot."

Harry laughed, "Why thank you."

"That was not what I meant." I said checking his forehead, "Get in here you have a fever."

I got him in and lied him down on my bed. What was I going to do? I cannot walk him all the way back to his house. If my mum or dad see him they'll kill us both. Screw it, I'll take care of Harry then I'll deal with my parents tomorrow.

The next morning~    

I woke up and Harry was still in my bed. But I had a note stuck to my forehead.

Dear Y/N,

Good morning. Thought that we would give you a reminder: We know that Harry is here. Bring him down when you get up.

Love, Mum and Dad    

Great. "Harry get up." I shook him a couple times before he came around.

"Hey Y/N. What is the hurry?" he asked trying to roll over for more sleep.

"My mum and dad saw you and they are waiting for us." I said giving him the note.

"Shit." he said lookig at it, "Stay here. I'll take care of this. So I might not be back." he said before giving me a kiss, "Love you." really leaving this time.

Harry's POV~    

"Hi, good morning." I said walking to the trashcan. I vomitted. Pity points hopefully. "Sorry." I said in a sicky voice.

"What are you doing here?" Y/N's dad asked me. If looks could kill I would be dead.

"Sick and Y/N in taking care of me." I vomitted again.

"Have your mum take care of you?" he said still looking like he was mentaly killing me.

"She still lives in Cheshire." I said. I was stubbling to stand up. "Can I get a seat? I feel like I am going to pass out."

"Oh well... Then ummm..." he tried to say as he gave me a seat. "Couch. Y/N can take care of you on the couch but she'll be grounded longer."