1D sickfics

He gets sick: Harry

He gets sick : Harry

"Morning babe," Harry says, his voice raspy, as I step into the kitchen.

"Morning. You okay?" I ask, concerned.

"M'fine," he mumbles, taking a sip of the coffee in his hand. I raise my eyebrows at him, unconvinced, but say nothing.

"Want me to make so-" he starts to say, but suddenly falls against the counter.

I rub over and grab his arm "Harry," I exclaim.

"I'm okay, (y/n), I just lost my balance," he says shakily.

I frown, knowing he's lying, but just silently lean him over to a chair and force him to sit down.

"Sit down babe, I'll make you some toast yeah?" I ask. He nods weakly.

I make his toast, while making myself an egg, then pour two cups of orange juice and set it all on the table.

He's leaning his head on his hand and he looks really pale. I'm starting to get worried.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I ask gently.

"Jesus I'm fine!" He exclaims. I draw back, offended. "I'm sorry, that was really uncalled for," he says almost immediately.

"It's okay H," I tell him with a small smile, to show him I mean it.

I eat my egg and watch as he picks at his toast, not actually eating any of it.
He looks absolutely miserable, like he's about to cry, but trying really hard not to.

"Harry," I say gently.

"(Y/n)," he says suddenly.

"Yeah,"

"I feel really sick," he whispers, his voice wavering.

"Aww," I said, getting up and walking over to him. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to seem weak," he whispers.

"Baby I will never think you're weak. Especially not because your sick," I assured him.

"Can I lay down," he asked pitifully.

"Sure hun," I say, helping him upstairs, and tucking him into bed. "need anything love?" I ask.

"Lay with me,"

So I crawl under the covers with my poor, sick, little baby, and rub his bare back until he falls asleep.