My Future (Harry Styles)

Chapter 15- Flu

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Ok, back to the story

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I took out the keys to the house and opened the door. I walked in and took off my toms and hung up my purse. I walk down the hall and into the living room where Harry is sleeping on the couch. I look at the clock and it's 1 in the afternoon. I stayed longer then I said I was. I look on the table and his 'journal' is on there. I'm so tempted, but I just can't. Not now, at least.

I sit next to a sleepy Harry and I feel his forehead. He's still hot. Maybe I should bring him to the hospital. No. Let him sleep. He's fine. Not really. He's sweating again and he's shaking a bit. Oh god do I wake him or let him sleep?

"Harry"

I whisper in his ear and he groans.

"Harry, are you ok?"

He opens his eyes and rubs them. How cute he looks. He looks at me and puts his hand on his mouth. Is something on me? He flies from the couch and runs to the bathroom. I run after him. He's sick. He runs and throws up in the toilet. I walk up to him and pull his hair away from his eyes. I kelt down next to him and rubbed his back.

"Harry, I'm taking you to the hospital."

"No. I'm fine. It's just a stomach ache."

He stands up and goes to brush his teeth. I wait until he's done. Why does he have to be stubborn.

"Harry, I'm taking you."

"I don't want to go. I hate the hospital."

"I don't care if you like it or not. If it's serious, I would at least be ok if your at the hospital."

He sighs, dries his mouth on a towel, and leaves the bathroom. I follow behind him.

"Harry, how long have you been throwing up?"

"About 5 times after you left."

He walks into the kitchen and grabs a glass. I sit on a chair and lean against the counter.

"Harry, you might have the flu. Did you get your flu shot yet?"

"No. Not yet. I was suppose to about 3 months ago but never did."

I sigh and lay my head on the counter while he drinks his water.

"Ok, let's go." I say

"But I don't want to go (Y/N)."

He puts his glass in the sink.

"I don't care if you don't want to Harry. Now go get dressed and meet me in the car. And bring a bucket or bag or something. I don't want puke all over my car."

He sighs and walk upstairs I'm guessing to get ready. I walk to the front door and grab my purse and toms. I started the car and blasted the heat so it'll be warm when Harry gets in. A few minutes have passed and I think Harry's not coming, but when I turn around, he's closing the front door. He's dressed in black skinny jeans and top. He has a blue bandana wrapped around his forehead, and a nice leather jacket with those sparkly boots. At least he tried to look good. He brought a bag with him just in case. He opened the car door and got in.