Don't Leave Me Here (Harry Styles x Cher Lloyd x Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 18: Cher

(A/N: Hey guise! It's me again! And guess whaaaaaaaaaat? I'm on CHRISTMAS BREAK!!! That means more updates!

I have a question for you guys. DO you ship Larry? Elounor? Charry? Chiall? Hendall? Narbara? I don't nderstand why people ship Hendall but... okay. I understand why people USED to ship Haylor but I just don't get the point in Hendall. Humph.)

Cher

Harry ran through the massive double doors. Another paparazzi spotted us and soon, it would spread. Louis would see it, Taylor would see it, Craig would see it…

He sprinted up the stairs to his huge corridor, to his room and laid me down on the soft, white, king-sized bed.

“There you go.” He whispered.

“Thanks. What about my bags?” I asked.

He grinned. He stood up from the bed and went over to a small, white, electronic box. He pushed a button and said, “Hannah darling, could you get Cher’s bags in my car? Then leave them outside my door.”

He let go of the button and turned around to look at me, grinning. “Problem solved.”

I coughed. “I need to have that.” I coughed again.

He scrunched his eyebrows and turned around to face the white device. He pushed the button and said, “And a glass of water.”

He let go of the button and sat beside me. “How are you feeling?” He asked in genuine concern.

“Emotionally or physically?”

“Hmm… Both.” He decided.

“Physically, I feel bad. Really bad.” I gulped down some vomit coming up my throat. “Emotionally… I’m dead.” I shook my head.

He smiled sympathetically. “Do you want to take a little nap?” He asked.

I nodded. I’ve had enough stress for the day. I’ve been through too much for today. I really, really needed a nap. And it wasn’t even half the day yet.

“Alright. Take a nap. As long as you want. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He smiled.

There was a light, quiet knock on the door and Harry went up to get it. When he opened the door, my bags were outside with a glass of water beside them. He ignored the bags and picked up the glass.

“Here. Drink this.” He handed the glass over to me and I took it gratefully.

“Thanks, Hazz.”

I gulped down the whole glass and gave it back. “Thank you, Harry. For everything.” I tried my best to attempt a smile but it didn’t go as smooth as I planned.

“Don’t mention it.” He put the glass down on the nearest table. He got up, went over to where my bags were and got them. He scooped up three bags on his right arm, one shoulder bag and a roller bag on his left.

When he looked at me, he winked. I watched him as he dragged them to the corner of the room and plopped them down there.

He went back over to, laid down on my other side and wrapped his arms around me.

My breathing hitched for a moment but I calmed down after I counted to ten.

“Bedtime for CherBear!” He said. “I’ll be here when you wake up. Just wake me up if you need anything.” He smiled.

I nodded and closed my eyes and slowly, very slowly, fell asleep.

…

When I opened my eyes, Harry was right in front of me, snoozing. He had a cute little smile on his face and his eyes were open a tad bit. I could see a tiny bit of his green orbs.

He looked so cute when he slept. His breathing was slow and low and you could almost hear his heartbeat.

His arms were around me and his hair was all over his pretty face.

His eyes fluttered open and for a moment I thought he was awake. He mumbled something barely audible. It sounded like “…mhmshamaaifwemguh…”

Then, I felt my stomach churn.

I abruptly stood and looked for a bathroom. I opened the first door I found but it was a closet.

I looked around the room and found another door. I raced to it yet to find another closet.

There was another door not so far from this one so I tried it. It was filled with bags of letters, notes, posters, signs and dust. When I read the sign that said, KISS ME, I’M LEGAL, I decided that maybe this was not the correct room.

I felt the contents of my stomach rise to my esophagus and a little went in my mouth. I put a hand on my mouth to keep the contents in.

I looked again and found one last door. I rushed to it and at this point I didn’t care anymore if it was a closet or not. I just needed the bile to get out of my system.

I sighed in relief when I spotted a toilet. I ran quicker than the speed of light when I couldn’t take it anymore. Halfway across Harry’s MASSIVE bathroom, my stomach’s contents spilled. I didn’t care, though. I just ran until I got to the toilet.

When everything was out, I felt the presence of somebody behind me.

“Cher?” Harry asked.

I looked behind me and sighed at his sleepy face and pillow hair. “Hey.” I paused. “Sorry about that mess on the floor over there.” I jerked my head towards the floor

“It’s alright.” He said, although it sounded more like ‘is alright’. “I’ll just tell someone to clean it up. No big deal.” He sat on the floor with me. “Why didn’t you wake me when you felt like vomiting?”

I shook my head. “I didn’t need to.” Suddenly, I felt dizzy. I put my hand to my forehead and I was burning again. I sighed.

Harry put a hand to my neck and made a sizzling sound. “Ooh, you’re one hot thing.” He joked.

I couldn’t even focus on anything. There were yellow spots in my vision so I closed my eyes. There was a hot feeling on my temples and a high pitched-ringing sound I heard so I couldn’t focus.

Next thing I knew, I was on Harry’s bed, a cool ice pack on my forehead, arm draped across my stomach and the other was on my side.

I tried to control my dizziness when I sat up but it was inevitable.

Harry was seated at the floor by the bed, phone in hand, scrolling through his Instagram.

I made a move to stand and he noticed me.

He stood and pushed me back down. “Where do you think you’re going, Miss Lloyd?”

“Bathroom. I need to…” I filled my cheeks with air in a vomiting motion.

He reached for something from under the bed and handed it over to me. It was a silver metal bucket. “Here,”

“Thanks.” I whispered and did my thing.

It kinda stayed that way for months. Harry gave me everything I needed—wanted, really—whenever. He would do my shopping for me, he would sleep on the floor to guard me in my sleep (although I found it unnecessary), he would get me brand-new ice packs when the old ones heated up, he would do all sorts of things when I didn’t really need them.

He says it’s okay. He says it’s better than just watching me run to the loo and spill my stomach’s content. That doesn’t mean I believe him, though.

One day, it changed.

I woke up, once again on Harry’s massive bed and felt the bile rising up in my throat. I reached for the silver bucket but it wasn’t where I found it.

Quickly, I ran to the loo inside Harry’s room, jumping over his sleeping body on the floor. I didn’t reach the toilet, considering it was at the far end of the bathroom. The far, far end. I ran to the sink instead and that’s when I first saw what I was barfing.

It was scarlet.