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36. Stuck in two.

Caitlyn's POV.

I shut his room door and he was laying on the bed peacefully while bunch of blanket was all over his body. What the actual hell happened to him?

"Harry, wake up. You need to eat this and take some medicine." I said once I place the tray over the small table behind his bed. He slowly got up and gently hit his back on the bed's headboard.

"I-I felt really weak, help me please? I can't move my hands." He said as I place the tray to his lap.

"You mean to, like babysit you? Help you to swallow your food?" I questioned, I don't know what's he trying to say.

"Yeah,"

I place the spoon to his mouth repeatedly and soon, he was done eating. I also helped him to drink his medicine and peeled some banana. Ugh, why me?

"So, can you please tell me what happened? I mean, why are you at the car, soaking? I thought you're in Cheshire?" I dare to asked once we're done.

"It was midnight when my mum and stepdad left the house for something vacation or out of town, and my sister was with her friends in a bar. So I was alone in the house until I heard a doorbell, I looked at my window and there, I saw my sister and Abigail. Like I said before, I don't like her anymore and I know she'll just do some shit things and push herself towards me so I quickly got my things, jump to my window and got inside the car. Thank God cause once I hopped inside my car, they got inside the house because the rain was started to fall hard."

"And..?" I raised my eyebrow indicating him to continue. He took a deep breath and spoke;

"And it was three o'clock when I got here, the rain was so hard and I left my duplicate key in my mum's house so I just stayed on my car. One hour passed, I saw the kitchen's light was on so I hopped outside, not caring if I got soaked. I knocked repeatedly but no one opened the door and.. here. That's all." He finished and smiled. Why is he smiling? So he's the one who knocked on the door? Fuck Caity, this is your fault. You're the reason why he got sick.

"Uh, I woke up at four o'clock and I did heard your knocked." I confess. No way I'll lie to him. It's my fault.

"Oh, why didn't opened the door?"

"I-I was scared."

"That's okay." He smiled once more. I felt my cheeks flushed red cause of embarrassment.

"Ah, Niall is waiting.. I-I gotta go." I said as I stand up from his bed and grabbed the tray. I turned my back towards him and he quickly grabbed my elbow, "Yes?" I said as I turn my head, facing him.

"Can you please go back here? I'm alone." He pouted. What? I'll seriously babysit him? I didn't say any single word, I just nodded my head in agreement. Hey, this is my fault okay? I'm the reason why did he got sick and I'll do this for a payback.

Niall's POV.

I sat on the wooden stool here in the kitchen counter, waiting impatiently. It's been half an hour and she didn't came back yet? What is she doing there with Harry? I mean, Harry can take care of himself but why do he need Caitlyn to serve his food? Do he need a babysitter? C'mon! I run my fingers to my hair and sigh in frustration.

When I was about to get up from the stool and go to Harry's room, I saw her entered the kitchen and place the tray on the sink.

"Let's eat," She said, placing the plate, spoon and fork in front of us. I was just looking at her, not saying any single word while she grabbed the pitcher from the fridge.

"What do you want for waffle? Honey or chocolate syrup?" She asked as she took her seat, facing me. I just shrugged my shoulder off, I don't know what to say.