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35. The sick.

Caitlyn's POV.

We're now back home and I was just sitting here in our bed. Niall and I already took our shower, separately, since we were soaked under the rain earlier. It's getting midnight and the rain became more harder. I glance at the clock, eager to know what's the exact time, it reads 11:34 pm. Hm, why am I not sleepy yet?

Since I was alone here in the room and Niall was on the kitchen preparing some midnight snack, I grabbed the remote and switch the tv. I lean my back to the headboard of the bed and pulled the covers over my body. It was kinda cold right now because of the maximum aircon and hard September rain. Hm, I was just wondering, it's September so it should be hot 'cause it's season of summer but then, why it's raining?

I continuesly moved the channels and something caught up my eye.

"Past is past, let's all move on. I am happy for Niall though cause he finally found the right girl for him. And yes, I already met Caitlyn. She's kind and gorgeous." Barbara smiled at the paps while her fiancé was on her side. She's so beautiful on that black long dress.. Wait, what the fuck?

"Stay tuned for more Gala pictu-"
My head turned towards the door as I saw it swung open.

"Jesus, this bag of chips are so heavy." I heard Niall's voice so I turned the tv off. I don't want him to reminisce Barbara, okay?

"Hey, what did you do when I was gone?" He took a deep breathe as he throw the bag of chips and two sodas in our bed.

"You're so over reacting, Niall. You were gone for about only 15 minutes." I rolled my eyes at him. I grabbed the soda and notice it was a beer.

"Beer?" I furrowed my eyebrows while I shake canned beer in my hand. He nodded his head and smiled as he grabbed the remote on the bed next to me.

"Niall, you know that I don't drink alcohol."

"Just once, and c'mon you're already 20 it's normal." He fired back.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes as put the beer aside and open the bag of chips. No way hell I will drink beer again, no way.

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I suddenly woke up and quickly looked at clock as I noticed it was still dark, the neon clock on the nightstand reads, 4:18 am. Fuck? I tried to shut my eyes off repeatedly until my troath craves for water. I didn't drink anything last night after I ate two bags of chip. Ugh, whenever I woke up at this kind of time, I always crave for water and I don't know why. I sighed and gently removed Niall's huge hands around my waist.

Once I got inside the kitchen, I grabbed the pitcher from the fridge and a clean glass from the upper cabinet. I drank and drank until I realize I already drank four glasses of water. Craves for water alot, huh?

When I was about the go upstairs, I heard a knock from the door. Who the fuck will come here and knock on our door this early morning? Sighed, I'll go get it. Wait, what if that's the thief? Or kidnapper? Or killer? Or.. Fuck, fuck. Stop. The images of creepy creatures started to popped up again inside my head. What if they're here? What if they're watching me? What if..

I quickly run upstairs, locked the door and swiftly jump onto the bed. I pulled my body closer to Niall and burried my face to his chest. I need to sleep and forget about those things. I grabbed his hand and wrapped it aroud my waist, being in his arms makes me feel comfortable and safe. But, who the hell knock on the door?

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My eyes peeled opened and Niall was still asleep, I was surprised cause our position last night was still the same. I gently removed his hands around my body and went to the bathroom to brush up my teeth. After I brush, Niall was still asleep. Hm, that two beers last night quickly knocked him off and got a hang over, eh?

I went downstairs to cook for our breakfast and notice that the kitchen's light was still on. I deeply think. Yes, I woke up at four o'clock in the morning. And.. the door's knocked! Hm, still wondering, who was that?

I opened the fridge and grabbed some bacon, egg and waffle. Minutes later, I was done cooking and the last thing I know is I should prepare coffee for Niall and I since the climate was still kinda cold and coffee will warm up our body.

As I was waiting the water to boil, I place the waffle on the kitchen counter, I saw some broken glass from the floor. Seriously? Harry didn't fixed this thing up? Urgh. I grabbed the dustpan and kneeled down as I gently pick up the pieces of broken glass. This mess was about more than two weeks and Harry didn't even have a time to clean this up? And, I do still remember that time he puke on my shirt. I hate him.
I grabbed the dustpan to throw the broken pieces of glass outside.

As I opened the door, black rage rover caught up my eye. It's Harry's car. After I throw the glass on the trash bin, I came closer to his car. What's his car doing here? He's in Cheshire, eh?
I tried to unlock his car door and luckily, it wasn't locked. Why didn't he locked his car by the way? Once I opened the door, I saw him on the driver seat, shivering, while his arms were on the top of his chest and face was so pale. What happened to him?

"Harry, wake up." I sat next to him and pat his soft, white cheek.

"C-cold." He said through his gritted teeth. I put palm in to his forehead, holy fuck. He has fever, high fever.

"C'mere, let's go inside."

I dragged him out of his car while his weak arm wrapped at the back of my neck and he walked like a zombie. Once we got inside, I gently dropped him at his bed and he was still shivering even though his aircon was off.

"Take off your shirt, it's wet." I demand.

"Help me then, I felt so weak." He quietly said, his voice was cracked and rough.

"The last time I helped you, you puke on my shirt,"

"Will not, I'm not drunk." He protested.

I just rolled my eyes and helped him took off his shirt and pants. I went to his closet and grabbed him a clean boxer shorts and tshirt.

"Wear that, I'll make you some soup." I said as I tossed his wet clothes on the basket and made my way to the kitchen.

Niall's POV.

My hands trailed off on the other side of the bed and all I felt was the soft covers and pillows, the usual body next to me was no where to be found. Where's she?

I look up the ceiling and took a deep breathe. Last night's event quickly occupied my head, I though I'll fucked up. But with the help of the rain, it turn out to be more romantic. Sighed, I got up and went to the bathroom to do my usual routine. After that, I went downstairs cause my stomach began to do some whale noise. I hope Caitlyn already cooked our breakfast.

Granted, I saw her mixing and stirring some soup. I slowly walked behind her and gently wrapped my arms around her waist. Like the usual, she flinched. Why the hell she always flinched?

"Thank God you're cooking. My stomach is already growling like a dying whale." I chuckled.

"You're always hungry, Niall. Note that." She laughed as she poured the soup on a bowl.

"Only one bowl?"

"Niall, this is not for you nor for me. Our food was on the kitchen counter, okay? Just sit there and I'll be back in a minute." She said as she grabbed an small tray, fork, spoon, table napkin and more. Where would she drop that? We're the only bod here in the house.

"Who's food is that?"

"Harry." She replied, taking a step on the staircase. Harry? What? He's always welcome here since this is our apartment but not being rude, what is he doing here?

"I'll tell you later." She shouted as she finally close Harry's room door. It looks like she read up my mind, eh? I rolled my eyes and opened the fridge to grabbed a pitcher of water and glass.
Thank you Harry, thank you ruining my plan.