Got A Secret, Can You Keep It?

Turning For The Worst

*Two Weeks Later*

-Ali's P.O.V-

I yawned, and peeled myself from my bed. Or, Harry's guest bed. My Mum still hasn't found a place for us to stay. I'm fine with it for now. Anne and Harry are a joy.

I sprinted to the bathroom before Harry and closed the door. I turned on the shower and slid off my pyjamas. I hoped in, the warm water running down my cold arms.

Harry, Liam and I have been back to school for a week now. It was hell making up all the work, but we did it. Also, none of us has had any texts or threats from J. And I'm really happy about that. Maybe he's gone for good this time.

I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. I stepped out of the shower, the cold sending goose bumps up my arms. I grabbed my pyjamas and walked out of the bathroom, and back to the guest bedroom. I closed the door and set my pyjamas on my bed. I pulled on a white, half sleeve, off the shoulder shirt with 'Peace' written on it in neon green, and neon green denim shorts. I slipped on my white Uggs and walked to the bathroom, where Harry still wasn't. I blow dried my hair and waved it. I put a thin layer of black eyeliner around my eyes. I looked at the time.

If Harry didn't get up, we'd be late for school.

I walked out of the bathroom and to Harry's room. There he was, dead to the world, sprawled face down on his bed.

I grabbed the edge of his covers, and yanked them off him. Good thing he was in his boxers and not naked. "Harry Edward Styles, you're going to be late for school if you don't wake up!" I exclaimed. He groaned loudly. I walked out of his room and downstairs. Anne was in the kitchen, cooking. Robin was on the phone with somebody in the living room. I skipped into the kitchen.

"Morning Anne. Who's Robin talking to?" I asked, and leaned against the counter. She flipped the pancake and turned to face me.

"Gemma. She was thinking about coming down to Cheshire during her break from Uni." She smiled. I grabbed a cup and filled it with Orange Juice.

"That's great! I woke Harry up, I don't know why he doesn't set an alarm." I laughed, and so did Anne. I took a sip of OJ.

"He refuses us to buy him one. He says its to 'loud'." She said, using air quotes around loud. I shrugged. Harry walked downstairs, still in his pyjamas. But he looked like hell. He was oddly pale, and he was shining with sweat. He sat down at the counter and laid his head on the marble counter.

"Harry baby, what's wrong?" Anne asked, leaving the breakfast alone and turning to her youngest child. He groaned.

"I think I'm sick." He said, his voice hoarse. I poured a glass of milk and walked over to him. I slid the glass to him.

"Try drinking this." I said softly. He pulled his head up, and took the glass. He gulped down about half the glass before he put it down.

"Thanks." He rasped. Anne put her hand to his forehead, worryingly.

"You're burning up, sweetie. Back to bed you go. I'll call the school and tell them you're sick." She said. I helped Harry off the stool and back upstairs. He laid down and I pulled the covers over him.

"I'm sorry you're sick Haz. I'll tell the lads you're sick." I said softly. I quickly got a wash cloth and wet it. I walked back to Harry's room and carefully place the cloth on his forehead. He closed his eyes tiredly. I walked out of his room, to be met by Anne, who was holding a small paper cup of medicine.

"How is he?" She asked. I shook my head and looked back at a sleeping Harry.

"He was burning up so I put a wet wash cloth on his forehead. I'll tell the school he's sick." I said. She nodded.