The Bucket List (a 1D fanfic)

Chapter 10

Harry's POV:

"Niall wake up! Its 1:00!"

Wow, we slept late. I feel bad, we were supposed to do some more things with Arabelle today. Speaking of Arabelle, was she still asleep?

I walked into her room me saw her half asleep, half awake.

"Ara?" I asked softly, shaking her lightly.

"Stoooop" she moaned, rolling over.

"What's wrong?" I asked her. She normally wasnt like this.

"Ugh Im tired and I don't feel good" she replied, moaning.

Poor girl. I walked out, deciding to let her sleep. When I went back into my room Niall was sitting on his bed.

"Is Arabelle up?" He asked groggily.

"She doesn't feel well, I'm just going to let her sleep" I replied, hoping she was ok.

"Poor thing. I feel so bad, why does she have to deal with this?!" Niall yelled, starting to rage.

"I don't know, I really don't" I replied, feeling his pain.

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"Belle? You ok?" I asked softly, finding Arabelle still in her bed. She rolled over to face me. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks were beat red and her eyes were droopy and she looked terrible.

"No" she rasped, closing her eyes.

"You look sick" I told her, stroking her hair.

"No, really?" She asked, giving me a tiny smile.

"You do. Here, sit up" I said, sitting on the side of her bed.

"Noooooo" she replied, putting a pillow over her face.

She sat up anyway, shakily. "Why am I sitting?" She asked, starting to fall back.

"I'm massaging you" I replied sweetly, rubbing her back.

"You don't have to" she replied, but she sounded happy.

I massaged her for about 20 minutes then turned on a movie. We watched The Heat, and Arabelle fell asleep half way through.

"Goodnight, Arabelle" I whispered, tucking her in. She looked so cute under all of her sheets. I kissed her forehead and closed the door, and went downstairs for some supper.

"How's Belle?" Zayn asked, eating some soup.

"She was really tired and fell asleep during our movie so I tucked her in" I replied, grabbing my bowl. We talked and ate for about 20 minutes when I heard someone come down the stairs.

It was Arabelle, in her white pajama pants with pink paw prints, a tanktop and wrapped in a seafoam green blanket. She sat at the table and started to eat her soup.

"Hey guys" she whispered, slowly eating her soup.

"Hey Ara, how are you feeling?" Liam asked, slurping his soup.

"Ok, I guess" Arabelle replied thoughtfully and ate two more bites of soup.

"I'm full. I'm gonna sit on the couch, ok?" She said, shakily walking over.

"No your not" I said, coming over to her and carrying her to the couch. I set her down and cuddled her under her blanket and turning on the TV to spongebob. We all watched it, laughing and talking. Soon, Arabelle fell asleep again, and we turned the TV off and went to bed, letting Arabelle stay on the couch.

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I woke up in the middle of the night to a knock on the door.

"Hello?" I whispered, not wanting to wake Niall.

"Harry? Will you massage my back again?" Arabelle asked, looking so pleading and sad.

"Ok" I replied, following her to her bed.

I massaged her for about five minutes when she fell asleep again. If this goes on for a few days, I'm taking her to the hospital again. I know she really doesn't want to go, but I don't want her to die.