Sidemen Imagines

Lazy Day In The Flat (Harry #2)

Warning: 14+ rated, fluff enjoy

"(Y/N), (Y/N), are you feeling alright you don't look too good", Harry asked knelt on the bedroom floor wearing a black t-shirt and some joggers facing you with a look of concern across his face hoping you weren't ill because he hated it when you were sick and had no energy to do anything.

"I'm not that bad I just have...agenising stomach pain from you know... time of the month", you replied groggily facing him on the floor from the comfy bed with your eyes half closed from only waking up a few moments ago. As you spoke those words Harry had invited his hands to your pale cheeks rubbing his thumbs across them before lifting a strand of hair from your face and gently tucking it behind your right ear before he lowered your droopy head so he could kiss your forehead slowly making you feel better but then an eruption went off ruining the moment and making you wince a little in pain as you cradled your belly.

He heard you as sorrow crept across his eyes making him hug you tightly not letting you go and engraving a kiss upon your light pink lips. You didn't want him to leave your side but he pulled away still holding onto your hand but getting up and slowly walking away; you wouldn't let your grip down. Holding back the rivers that had started to form he told you, "I'll be back in a few minutes, promise" and with that you let go knowing he would return but keeping your eyes on him as he walked out the door, but before closing it silently behind him as to not startle you, he smiled down at you and whispered, "Love you". Your heart melted into hundreds of pieces as you lay feeling helpless; you cocooned yourself completely in the duvet so when Harry returned he wouldn't be able to see the pain written upon your head. You didn't want to be emotional or a burden you just wanted to be there for Harry and everyone else.

Popping your head out of the duvet you glanced over your shoulder spotting your phone and wiggled your arm out to grab it. The time read 8:20am which panicked you making you worry about work until you looked at the day displayed which stated that it was Saturday the 18th of October which sent relief pacing off around your body and exiting your mouth as a sigh. You checked to see if you had been sent any texts whilst you were sleeping but you hadn't so looked at your subscriptions on YouTube which showed you had a few new videos to watch but you weren't in the mood to at the moment so you looked back at the time which now read 8:24am, locked the screen and placed your phone back where you had picked it up from on the bedside table.

A minute or two later you heard noises coming from outside the door presuming it was Harry you thought nothing much of it just as the door creaked open revealing Harry with a tray of items. It must have been him carrying the items whilst trying to open the door at the same time. You forced yourself up once you got your arms free from the attacking duvet whilst Harry laughed watching you struggle. He sat down at the bottom of the bed at your feet and lowered the tray he'd been carrying; you glanced over and saw; a couple of paracetamol tablets, a glass of water to wash down the tablets with, two small glasses of orange juice and four pieces of toast on a plate, two of which had jam on and the other two just buttered. You were speechless of what was presented before you and leant forward to hug Harry who embraced you with open arms, a little taken back.

"Thank you so much, it's perfect, I couldn't have asked for anything better", you stated with a creeping smile forming too large to hide.

"You're welcome and you don't deserve anything less (Y/N), I love you and would do anything to make you happy, this was nothing", Harry replied genuinely, tightening your cuddle until you both pulled away and you pecked his right cheek softly in appreciation.

You picked up the tablets and took a sip of water with them as Harry watched from the side picking up a piece of buttered toast and offering you the plate. You waved your hand out signally for him to keep the plate but you took one of the pieces with jam on and slowly ate replenishing your stomach. Once you had both eaten your breakfast and drank most of your juice Harry picked up the tray, went to his desk and placed the remaining items down so you didn't knock them.