Three days.
Harry hadn't contacted me since the day he made me abruptly leave his flat for no apparent reason. And to make matters worse, I felt like death. My hair was a tangled mess and my nose was red as well as chapped. I was curled in my bed with no plans of ever moving and a box of tissues beside me. The television displayed a cheesy romantic movie and it utterly pissed me off. Why couldn't all men waltz in and sweep you off your feet? Harry hadn't left my mind since he practically kicked me out. That pissed me off too. The fact that he'd seen me start to cry, yet his eyes were still nearly black and his exterior was solid. He was scary.
The movie ended and I hesitantly got out of my bed. I was wearing sweats with an old hoodie and I could feel my eyes water. My whole head felt heavy and I was about to forget my tea and just go back to bed. Sighing, I walked to the kitchen and filled my kettle with water before setting it on the stove. I put it on high heat and leaned against the counter. My body prepared to sneeze until I was startled by a light knocking on my door. Pulling a crinkled tissue out of my pocket, I wiped my nose as I went to where the noise sounded. Opening it, I stood back completely shocked.
"Oh, you look like hell," Harry Styles was standing in front of me acting as if nothing happened between us. "Can I come in?"
"No," I stated, sounding all too congested. I tried to close the door, but Harry sighed.
"Aly, please, I'll make you tea and we can talk," I opened the door again and allowed him to enter. I glared at him as I made my way to the couch.
"I already have a kettle going."
I could hear Harry moving around in my kitchen, but didn't give him the satisfaction of watching. He returned a few minutes later with a steaming mug of tea. Harry handed it to me and I sipped at it. It was warm and tasted like honey. Harry watched as I leaned forward to set it on a coaster. Leaning back, I coughed deeply and sighed.
"What do you have?" he asked, softly. I shook my head and shrugged. "Maybe you should see a doctor." His eyebrows furrowed as he examined me.
"I don't need a doctor, Harry," I fisted my tissue and then wiped under my nose. "Why are you here?" I whispered. He scooted my tiny body towards him and smiled softly.
"I wanted to apologize-"
"You could've called! Texted!" Harry sighed and looked at me. "What happened that day?" My body shivered as he pressed his cool palm to my warm cheek.
"I'm sorry. Really, I am. I got a bad phone call and I kind of just let it take over me," his whole face was sincere along with his perfect voice. "I hate to change the subject, but I think you should go lay down." I hadn't even notice myself start to feel light headed and achy. Nodding, I got up and walked to the kitchen. Harry followed after me and watched as I poured a thick red liquid into a small plastic container. I brought it to my lip and knocked my head back, swallowing the horrible false cherry flavor.
Harry watched as I climbed up my bed and lay down. I patted the spot beside me and smiled when he kicked his shoes off. Harry climbed up with me and I couldn't tell if the medicine was taking over or if I forgave him. I rolled into his chest and hummed contently when his arm wrapped over me and began rubbing my back.
"I'm sorry, love," he whispered into my ear. His voice was raw and full of emotion. It took me by so much surprise that I lifted my head slightly and looked at him.
"It's okay," I whispered back. He leaned down to kiss me and I giggled, turning my head. "You'll get sick." He smiled at me and my heart did a back flip.
