It takes two (Harry styles)

chapter 82

Riley's P.O.V.

I gripped my stomach as I groan with pain on my stomach. I started to do something instead of

moaning and groaning on my bed like making breakfast for Harry this morning.

I walk downstairs to get the ingredients to male a special breakfast while making some pancakes. I yawned, my stomach still hurting from the pain.

I did my job and finished it twenty minutes later as I set the food down on the table, putting all the spoons and forks beside the plate before i made my way to swiftly to the bathroom.

I closed the door behind me and place my face over the toilet and vomited.

"Hey Riley , you okay there?" I heard Harry's voice from outside the bathroom with a concerned sound of the tone of his voice.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." I said, even though I'm not.

"No your not! Let me in!" He bangs on the door.

I ignored his presence and opened the door of the bathroom and made my way to the table as I drank my water.

"Hey you okay?" He repeated, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine..."

I watch as Harry ruffled his hair to the side and him being completely hot, shirtless, with only shorts on and a bandana. His morning voice was much deeper than his normal voice.

"Well, can I get a kiss?" He leans in closer.

"N-no, not now." I stopped him placing my hands on his chest as he looks at me confused.

"W-what, why not?" Harry asks, getting a tad bit angry. "Don't you love me anymore?"

"No No Baby, don't say that! It's just that I'm feeling a bit sick today and i don't wanna get you sick. Just please understand." I explained.

"So you telling me that I won't be able to kiss you for a week?" He says.

"Y-yeah." I slowly nodded.

"But Babe..." Harry pouts giving me

one of those puppy dog face.

"Harry, look your going to your premiere tomorrow and I don't wanna get you sick. So stop complaining and start eating." I demanded.

"Oh well you only live once-"

"What Harry no!!"

With that Harry pulls me in on a kiss connecting his soft lips on my mine. I could feel his plump lips on mine as I tried to back away from his strong grip but then I found myself wrapping my arms around his neck. He leaned sideways giving me a French kiss. But then that's when I stopped him.

"What was that?" I ask.... stupidly.

"I was kissing my girlfriend, duh."

"But what if you get sick tomorrow?" I worriedly said.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm a tough guy."

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I watch as Harry wrapped himself with a blanket touching his stomach full of pain and agony while I handed him his tea. Then I ran my fingers through his soft, messy, brown, curly hair.

"I told you not to kiss me but nooooo, you just had to refuse." I said.

"Well, you didn't make it clear!" He growls, not making eye contacts.

"Are you mad at me?" I pouted, putting my head on his neck.

"No but um.." Harry hesitates. "Can I get another kiss?"