Forever and Always {Harry Styles AU}

Chapter 31- yucky-yuck.

Ashly's POV

I woke up after a "wonderful" night with Harry. Maybe kissing Louis and making him jealous wasn't such a bad idea after all. 'Caused a wild night, I'll tell you that much. I even think the headboard even might have left a dent in the wall. Oh well, no one will notice.

Upon Harry an I's arrival in the kitchen, Sarah announced that we would be visiting the best gym in London, due to her being "homesick" and just plain out bored.

Honestly, I couldn't argue I was bored as hell as well. (Hehe that rhymes :3) Luckily the gym wasn't that far.

It wasn't an average gym, it was an old gymnastics facility where even some elite Olympians used to train. The walls were all painted white on the top with two shades of blue below.

According to Sarah, it was just like her old gym back home. Here, it had three trampolines, two foam pits, two double mini's (sorry if you don't know what this stuff is), multiple bars, beams, and vaults plus a tumble track, rod floor, and two large competitive floors. It was a full gym!

For some odd reason the gym was completely empty (not complaining !). As our small crew slowly entered the building, the adventure began.

Of course, Sarah went to the tramps first and started doing random crazy double flips and shit while Niall sat near and watched in awe. However Harry seemed to have a completely different plan and I had no idea.

Soon, I found my weight being lifted off my feet. I screeched as Harry lowered me onto his shoulder. "Harry! Put me down!" I yelled at him, squirming about.

Finally he gave in and put me down. We laughed, we played, we ran around, we fell, we kissed! It was an amazing day. Just as a game of tag started to form, I felt an unbelievable pain start to form in the pit of my stomach.

I tried to push the thought away for now, attempting to ignore the pain as I chased Zayn around the gym.

As I was running, I felt my foot latch onto a nearby mat, causing me to crash to the soft and bouncy floor. The impact of hitting the floor itself didnt hurt at all, but something definitely triggered in my stomach.

My hands made their way up to my mouth, as I frantically shot up and searched for a garbage can. When I spotted one, I ran, ignoring the shouts from the lot behind me.

When I reached it, I let it all out, soon feeling Harry's reassuring hand on my back, holding my hair away from my face. Man I felt like shit.

It couldn't be a cold... I never throw up from those! It's not even flu season.. And I always wash my hands! "Babe! Babe are you okay, love?" I hear Harry asking. I smile and nod, not wanting to open my mouth anymore.

Harry and I leave early, since the rest of the group wanted to stay. As we drove, I felt Harry's warm hand on my knee giving a slight squeeze every now and then. I clutched my stomach as we pulled into the driveway, feeling the similar pain again.

I rushed in and headed straight to the bathroom. Oh, great. I can just imagine how lucky Harry must feel walking into the bathroom to see his girlfriend in total pain with her head in the toilet. Lovely, eh? (My Canadian-ness LOL)

Once I feel well enough to stand, I rinse out my mouth and brush my teeth, not wanting bad breathe. At the moment, all I really wanted to do was lie down, drink me some milk, eat me some cookies, and play me some Ed Sheeran. I swear to god, he is the ginger Jesus, I tell you.

When I walked into the living room, I couldn't have been more happier. There, lying down on the couch, arms open, blanket-covered, warm and adorable was my boyfriend, Harry Styles.