The Email that Changed My Life [ON HOLD]

Chapter 5: Sickly

A/N: Chapter 5 matesss. Enjoy :) Vote, comment, add... whatever, you know. PS, David is not real. I have no clue who Harry's friends are.

Also, I came to realize how terribly written the previous chapter was. I'm so sorry about it, I can rewrite it later.

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The next couple of days, Harry grew sick. He found himself puking into the toilet mulitple times a day, heaving up every food item he ate. The only food his stomach wouldn't repel was crackers. But crackers didn't fill your stomach. He laid in bed the entire day, doing nothing but sleeping and watching movies. He would get out of bed to attempt to eat something, only to puke it out half an hour later. He tried all he could to get better, but nothing got better.

This went on for three days, until Harry could no longer deal with the sickness himself. He decided to call one of his old friends in, David. Harry heard a loud knock at the door, only to see David at the door. "Woah, what happend to you?" David asked, looking at Harry. Harry's hair was messy and disheaveled, his legs were thinning and his skin was pale as a ghost. "You're so...pale..." David added, looking at Harry's face. He had large bags underneath his eyes, and his face was losing its shape. "You look like you lost twenty pounds," His face bones were becoming visible, and his entire body looked drained and tired.

"I have no idea what happened. I woke up one day, really sick." Harry noticed his black robe laying on the couch, so he retrieved it, deciding to put it on. "I've been puking for three days." Harry added. Harry felt his stomach grumble. Harry was absolutely starving. He hadn't eaten a proper meal in days and everything he ate, his stomach completely rejected it.

"Okay, I gave my Mum a ring, and she gave me this recipe for a condition like yours," David said, taking his phone out and setting it on the counter. "And I'm going to prepare it for you." Harry quickly shook his head.

"Whatever I eat, I throw it up." Harry stated, sitting at his bar stool.

"This will work. I promise." David replied, opening Harry's fridge. Harry knew David was a great cook. His brother had a culinary degree, which David began to learn some of the recipes his brother learned. David was from a small, rural town, and for some reason, that meant his Mum was a natural at cooking. One day, while Harry was visiting David's flat in Reading, David had made a recipe his Mum used to make, and it was delicious. He remembered it tasting like something unlike he'd ever tried.

"I don't know..." Harry responded, knowing all that he's been through the past three days.

"Trust me," David replied.

An hour later, a very hungry Harry was sitting at his bar stool, awaiting David and his magical soup of wonder. "Here, I present my Mum's miracle-working soup," David placed a bowl in front of Harry, along with a soup spoon and glass of ginger ale. "Ginger ale, to ease your stomach." David also had a nehpew he constantly took care of, because his sister was always away. He knew how to take care of people.

Harry looked at the soup, which didn't look to pleasent. "This looks like what I puke out," Harry commented on the green-yellow-ish color and the lumps in it. He wrinkled his nose a little, looking at David. "I'm not eating this." Harry pushed the bowl away.

"Harry fucking Styles you're going to fucking eat the soup." David pushed the bowl towards him. Harry took the soup spoon, taking a spoonful of the ugly-looking soup. Crinkling his nose, he took a bite of the soup.

It tasted amazing. The soup was gross-looking, but it was delicious. David looked at Harry with a smirk and raised eyebrows. "Is it gooooood?" He questioned.

Harry puffed a sigh. "Yes."

Fifteen minutes later, Harry felt something quickly come up his throat. Harry quickly ran to the bathroom, once again puking his guts out into the toilet. David stood beside him a minute later, putting his hand on Harry's back.