If It's What You Want A Harry Styles Fanfiction || h. s.

Chapter 43

Ashley was sleeping for the moment. Her aunt left about half an hour earlier after Harry assured her he'd call her if anything changed. The family doctor had stopped by the pharmacy to pick up all the prescriptions Ashley would need based on her past history with asthma. From what Harry could understand, she suffered with reactional asthma if she became ill with allergies, a cold, respiratory infection, or bronchitis.

The doctor diagnosed her with a respiratory infection for which he was prepared with medication based on her symptoms. He'd given her an injection of steroids and a breathing treatment to relieve the inflammation in her lungs.

The door between the bedroom and living room was open so that he could hear Ashley if she needed anything. Harry had been hoping to get some sleep since the doctor explained that the steroids could well cause sleeplessness for a couple of days once the injection took effect. However, every time she coughed, he was on alert.

To pass the time, he'd ordered overnight delivery of several DVDs in hopes of keeping Ashley in bed and resting. He'd debated on whether she'd accept the gift of a wall-mounted flat screen television to replace the much smaller screen she had sitting on a stand in her bedroom. He finally placed the order and began to think about his argument to convince her to keep it.

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Ashley slipped on her glasses and flipped over her phone. When she opened her text messages and began to read:

Steve: Good morning, honey. How are you feeling? Don't worry about anything. There is plenty of coverage. Oh, tell lover boy I said HI! ♥♥♥

Kristen: Hi. Steve said you're not feeling well. Just checking in to see what I can do. Love you.

Margarite: Call me when you wake up. I'll bring you something to eat.

Harry: You're supposed to be resting, not on your phone.

She looked up to see him in her doorway. He looked incredible standing there shirtless, smiling sexily. "Hi," she said tiredly.

"Good morning," he said walking in and sitting on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Pretty awful. I hate the feeling caused by the steroids and medicine."

"I'm sorry," he said caressing her arm. "DVDs should be here shortly."

"What DVDs?"

"Suicide Squad, for one."

"How did you get that? The film is still in theaters."

"Friend of a friend. Are you hungry?"

"Not really but Aunt Margarite asked that I call her when I woke up so she can bring some food over. She won't have it any other way. If I don't call her soon, she'll call me."

"I can text her if you like. I'm sure you're ready to get up and move around a bit."

He stood up and pulled back the covers so she could sit up and swing her legs over the side of the bed. "Ugh, I feel disgusting." She ran her hands through her hair a couple of times in an attempt to detangle and smooth it out. "I need to brush my teeth," she said standing.

She grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it over her head.

"Are you okay?" he asked concerned that she was a little wobbly.

"I'll be fine. Could I have some water?"

She could hear him talking to her aunt from the other side of the door. She'd no sooner sat down on the toilet than he knocked. "Ashley, your aunt made crepes for your uncle and wants to know if you'd like some."