The Easy Way Out [Book 1]

Chapter 14 - Orange Juice

***Next Day
***Bea's POV

I woke up with an overwhelming heat radiating through my body, yet I couldn't stop shivering.

My chest contracted and a string of deep coughs left my raw throat.

I reached over for a tissue and blew my stuffy nose. My head felt like it was about to explode.

Someone kill me now.

Just as I closed my eyes, my phone vibrated continually. I rolled over, taking my blanket with me.

"Good morning, Harry," I smiled.

"Bea? What's wrong? You sound awful."

"I think I'm sick."

"I'm coming over."

"No, no, no, I don't want you to get sick."

"What do you need? Medicine? Soup?"

"Orange juice."

He chuckled.

"Pulp or no pulp?"

"No pulp."

"I'll be there in a half an hour. Bye, Bea."

I continued my protest of several "no's" even after he already hung up. And I fell asleep.***

Three vibrations buzzed me awake and I swiped my phone open just in time.

"Hey."

"I'm here. Is your mum or dad home?"

"No," I started to get out of bed to go unlock the door, dreading each step down the stairs.

"Do you have a hidden key out here?"

"Plant to the right," I laid back down because my brilliant boyfriend reminded me of the spare key.

The sound of clay pottery shuffling against the concrete porch came through the receiver.

"I'm not finding it."

"The left one," I coughed. "Sorry."

He chuckled.

"Well the correct plant would help."

I laughed but it turned into coughing and I turned away from my phone.

It slipped from my grip and I accidentally hung up on him.

I groaned, burying my head in my pillow then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and then a light knock on my door.

"Hey there, sickie," Harry chuckled as walked over to me.

I giggled.
I coughed.
I cried.

"Oh, Bea, it's okay," he smiled softly, handing me a tissue. "You'll be okay."

"No I won't," I blew my nose.

"You're my girlfriend not even twelve hours and you're already falling apart on me," Harry sat on the edge of my bed, tucking the blanket over my shoulders.

I laughed, rolling my eyes because it turned into a few deep coughs.

"Don't make me laugh, it hurts."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he gave me a sympathetic look. "Did you take any medicine yet?"

"No," I shook my head. "It's in the medicine chest."