One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

3:00 A.M. (Harry)

Three. A. M. It's three. A. M.

I sigh and roll over in bed, facing the culprit who decided to wake me up this early.

"What?" I groan, eyes still closed.

I went to an after party a few hours ago, and we only just got home at one. We had fun, but needless to say, I am drained on sleep and henceforth not enjoying this little late-night expedition. He hesitates.

"Never mind."

His voice is barely a whisper.

"It's nothing. Go back to sleep."

This just bewilders me, so instead of complying, I lay there wondering with my eyes closed.

That was I bit odd. What made him wake me?

Soon enough, I receive my answer. The covers are whisked away from Harry's place as I feel the bed let up from the sudden emptiness of a body. The door closes, and I open my eyes.

What the world was--?

The sound--and smell--of vomiting smothers the air with a repulsive feeling.

"Oh, Harry," I sigh, everything peicing together.

Darn it, y/n; Harry turns ill and wakes you up, and your reaction was about as loving as crud. No, correction: as loving as crud all over your new shoes you only wore once that cost a hundred dollars. And then multiplied by ten.

Having assessed my cruddy behavior, I extract the covers from my body and head towards the bathroom, ignoring the overwhelming drowsiness that threatens to greet me. Of course upon arrival, I discover the door is closed--and locked. I knock.

"Harry, babe, let me it."

"No," he groans, "I'm fine. You're tired; go to bed. I'll be fine."

I only roll my eyes.

Just like him to be so stinking stubborn, that boy. I should've known he'd be like this.

"Love, I can hear you vomiting; you are so not 'fine,' " I strictly scold.

He says nothing. I wait for a few seconds. Finally, I hear a faint click signaling he let me in. I open the door and slump down by my sweaty, shaking, warm husband. My hand automatically finds its way to his back and begins to softy rub it in circles as Harry empties his dinner in the bowl.

"I'm so sorry Hazz," you whisper.

He shakes his head 'no'.

"I'm the one who should be sorry. Dragging you to a late party then waking you in the middle of the night. It was inconsiderate of me."

You laugh, despite the mood.

"Inconsiderate? Harry, all you've ever been is considerate! I loved that party! It was my choice to go, and I would've turned you down if I didn't like to go."

He shrugged, still frowning.

"I still woke you up."

You pulled him into your chest and giggled some more.

"Listen, you care of me all the time. I'm glad you woke me up. It's finally my chance to return the favor by doing the same. I'm happy to take care of you anytime, okay?"

He starts to grin a bit. You smile in return.

He mumbles, "Even at 3 A.M.?"

You gaze into his piecing emerald eyes.

" Especially at 3 A.M."

His lips touch yours and in that moment you can feel the air change with the love you know you hold for each other. You would do anything for me, and he would do anything for you. It was perfect, and you were perfect for each other, just as you always knew.

A/N: This is so late I'm so sorry! I've just been really stressed lately and my life is a mess and again,I'm sorry. Pray for me, guys. Please. I need it. Anyways, merry Christmas!!! Whoo!! Hope you guys have a nice holiday. This was requested by Harryliampayne.