He's Not Afraid

Chapter 7

Harry POV

I woke up sweating and shaking. I looked on my alarm clock. 2am. I had a terrible stomach ache! I wanted to walk over to the bathroom to take some medicine with I couldn't stand up. After a while the pain stopped. I walked to the bathroom but as soon as I came in I felt like I had to throw up. I ran to the toilet. What an awfull night. Nobody was home and I felt horrible. After a while I got the strength to walk back to my bed. I fell asleep again.

The next morning I felt even wors. And I was still home alone. I needed someone and decided to call Zayn.

Zayn POV

It was finaly weekend! I woke up and went downstairs to eat breakfast. I got a call. It was Harry "Hey curly" "hey..." "What's wrong?" "I'm home alone and really sick..." "Oh poor baby, I'm gonna get dressed and come over!" "Thanks love" I ran opstairs and got dressed. I took my keys and drove to Harry's house. I rang the bell. It took a while but he finally opened the door. The pour thing, he looked really sick. He stood there, looking at the ground like al little baby. I hugged him and we went to his room. He fell on his bed and I tugged him in. My poor baby was really sick. He was shaking and sweaty. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. I made it wet and dabbed it on his head. I kissed his forehead, he smiled. He slowly fell asleep.

Harry POV

I woke up. Zayn was sitting on the couch next to my bed. I walked over to him and sat next to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I kissed him on the cheek. (see photo) "Thanks for taking care of me" "Ofcourse love". He was rubbing circles on my back. I fell asleep cuddling.

Zayn POV

Harry fell asleep, I kept rubbing cicles on his back. Suddenly he woke up and ran to the bathroom. I ran after him, he was hanging over the toilet. I stroked his back. He sat against the wall and i flushed the toilet. I sat next to him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to me. I kissed his forehead and squeesed his shoulder. Then I picked him up and laid him down on his bed. I tugged him in, he was allready asleep. "Sleep tight love" I whispered.

It was getting late. Harry's parents came home. I walked downstairs and told them he was really sick. They thanked me for comming and said I should go home "You're parents must be getting worried". I walked to my car and drove home.

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The next day I went back to Harry's house. He was already feeling a lot better. "Thanks to your help" his parents told me. "Hey curly" I said stroking some curls out of his face. "Hey Zayn" he answered. "Thanks for taking care of me" I smiled at him and kissed him on his nose.

The rest of the day we played video games and watched tv. It was a really nice sunday. I enjoyed every second of it.