A Girlfriend For Hire (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 49: Bad Fever

"Kendall. Kendall wake up." I hear someone say.

I can't open my eyes. They feel so heavy. Like someone glued my eyes to the very bottom. And my head.

FUCK my head! It hurts so much. Like two locomotives on either side of my head and smashing together multiple times.

I groan and pull the duvet over my shoulders more.

"Kendall, babe wake up." The voice says again.

"Leave me alone." I groan.

"Kendall, baby wake up." Harry...

"Leave me alone Harry." I say again and try to fall asleep.

"Babe, you need to wake up. I think you have a fever." He whispers in my ear.

Whenever someone whispers, I just wanna punch them in their fucking face. I hate it. I think it's the fever...

I try to sit up and when I open my eyes, the room is dark. My vision is blurry and my head starts to hurt more.

"Here." Harry says quietly.

He hands me two pills of Advil along with a glass of water which I chug it all down.

"I'm so tired." I sniff.

"Here, lay down." Harry instructs me.

I lay down on the bed and close eyes. I feel Harrys hand on my forehead.

Harry hisses lightly.

"Let me check your fever. I'll be right back." He says and leaves the room.

I hear footsteps and doors closing and Harry comes back in the room with something in his hand.

"Turn your head." Harry says when he gets on the bed.

I can't even turn my head because I feel like a boulder was just dropped on my head. Or the atomic bomb.
A beeping sound is all I can hear and it's probably from the thing that Harry has in his hands.

I feel something go in my ear and a pressure is being held there.

After a few seconds the device makes a noise, indicating that it has received my body temperature.

"Yup, you have a fever." He says.

"My head hurts so bad." I complain.

"The pain killers should make the pain go away. Let's see how you feel in the morning." He kisses my forehead and lays down next to me.

"Harry?" I ask after a minute of silence.

"Shh."

"No, Harry I have to ask you something."

"Can't it wait in the morning? You need to sleep." He says in my ear.

"Fine, I'll pee on you then." I say.

"Oh. Yeah, go to the bathroom." Harry chuckles and unwraps his arm from my waist.

I scurry off to the bathroom to take a wizzy.

When I'm done with my business I go back to bed to see Harry asleep on the bed.

Harry's arm wraps back around my waist and I burry my face in his neck.




The next morning, I wake up to the sun shining so brightly in my eyes.

I open my eyes slowly and see that Harry isn't in bed with me.

My head still hurts too. I get out of bed and go downstairs to find Harry.

I see Harry sitting on the kitchen island with his black jeans on and a red and black plaid shirt, with his cream colored hat.

He looks up from his phone and smiles.

"Good afternoon Kendall."

Woah woah woah. Afternoon?

"Afternoon?" I ask.

"It's 3pm." Harry says while looking at the built in digital clock on the stove.

3:07

Shit.

"And you didn't bother waking me up?" I glare at Harry.

"You had a really terrible fever. And the painkillers put you to deep sleep. And you were so cute too." He smiles at the end.

"And you were so cute too." I mock him.

"Hey." Harry pouts.

"Heeeeyyy." I evilly smile at him.

Harry turns his head to the side and gives me an annoyed look.

"Harry can you make me some soup please?" I hold onto the refrigerator.

"We have cup noodles if you want?" Harry suggests.

"But that doesn't taste as good as the soup you would make."

"When have you tried my soup?" Harry asks confused.

"I bet it would taste good....please Harry?" I beg him.

"I'm too lazy." He says.

"Please baby?" I ask again.

I'm about to cry if Harry doesn't make me soup.

Harry shoots his head up with hope in his eyes.

"Well, when you put it like that, ok." Harry said and got up.

He walked up to me and kisses me on the temple.

"Thanks baby." I say and peck his lips.

"One more." he says.

"Uh uh," I put my fingers on his lips. "I don't want to spread my germs and get you sick."

"I don't care." He says and puckers his lips.

"You will when you have a headache like me. Now make me my soup." I say and walk off to the living room.

I turn on the television to Netflix. I'm in the mood for a movie. I watch The Hangover III.

I stop at the part where Chow steals the gold and locks up the 3 good guys in his basement because Harry called my name.

When I walk to the kitchen there is a bowl of hot steaming chicken soup on the kitchen island.

"Yay!" I clap my hands.

"No thank you?" Harry says.

"Thank you baby." I exaggerate the baby.

"You're welcome babe." Harry goofily smiles and sits next to me.

He puts his hand on my forehead again.

"You're still warm. Does your head still hurt?" He says after putting his hand down.

"A little."

"Well to feel better sooner, you need to drink plenty of water."

"No shit, Sherlock." I say obviously.

"I'm in the mood for a cold bath." I say.

"I'll go make one for you." Harry simply offers.

"You will?"

"Of course," He smiles.

"You're the best." I push him by the shoulder lightly.

"Aww, thank you babe." Harry says and kisses my cheek.

I'm falling for this boy.....Falling too hard.....




(A/N: Im sorry its short, I was gonna post on Wednesday but my phone died and then my brother gave me his stupid laptop and he took my MacBook....anyways.....update tomorrow? maybe???) -Alie🎀

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