Harry Styles Imagines

05 - Sick

Sick

I wake up in the morning early. Too early. I glance at the clock and it reads 8 AM. I never get up this early. My nose feels stuffy and I cough roughly. I try to go to sleep but give up after 30 minutes. I roll out of bed and my whole body hurts. I groan and stand on my feet, which are also aching. What the hell? I sigh but it's soon replaced my a cough.

I walk to the bathroom and do what I need to before walking downstairs. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. One step hurting more than the last. I make it into the living room and pass a hallway mirror. Damn, I look like shit. I moan and rub my stuffy nose while walking to the second bathroom down here. I attempt to do something with my hair, but it doesn't work out, I just put it in a high neat bun. I feel so congested right now. I stand in a blue tank top and black yoga pants that are made into capris.

I shiver and walk to the kitchen. I feel do sleepy, but I can't sleep. It's just tiredness. Maybe coffee will help. I take the coffee pot with my trembling hands and fill it with water and sneeze. The pot slips from my hand and falls to the ground. Water spills and the glass shatters which brings a pound to my head. Where the hell is medicine when I need it?

Forget it. I walk back to the living room and sit on the sofa. I turn on the TV and lie down on the sofa. I don't know what I'm watching and hopefully I can sleep. I think I should call my best friend, Harry. I grab my cell phone and call Harry. He answers late.

"Hello," Harry asks.

"Hey," I sit up, and notice how dead my voice sounds.

"What are you doing?" I ask him, hoping that he'll visit me.

"Hanging with Sofie in awhile, why?" Harry says. I roll my eyes. It's all about his girl Sofie now. He rarely spends time with me anymore. I'm not jealous or anything I just--oh wait I am jealous.

"Oh nothing. Just curious," I sneeze.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks.

"Me? Pff I'm fine," I lie.

"Okay, love. Have a good day," Harry says and I hang up. I lie back down and sigh heavily.

I turn my attention back to the TV. Even though I have no interest. My throat feels scratchy and I suddenly cough again. I was doing to much sneezing that I didn't hear Harry walk in. I hear his familiar singing as he walks in. He stops singing.

"Hey Y/N! I decided to visit you before I leave with Sofie, you mean that much," Harry said.

"I wish I meant more," I grumbled to myself.

I hear Harry walk in the living room. He sighs when he sees me.

"Damnit, Y/N. Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asks. I sit up and look at him and he frowns.

"You were to busy with Sofie," I shrug while shivering. Harry walks upstairs and quickly returns with my beige cardigan. I thank him and Harry puts it on my cold body.

He leaves again to the kitchen and I hear some clatter and I can hear him fall.

"Harry! Are you okay?" I call.

"When was water on the floor?" Harry groans.

"Oops I'm sorry," I jump from the couch and walk into the kitchen and Harry is already up and is mopping the water.

"Go back and lie down Y/N," Harry pushed me out of the kitchen.

I roll my eyes but listen. I sit back on the couch. Harry comes back minutes later with tea. He puts on a movie for us and hands me the tea. Harry takes a seat by me on the sofa. He pulls me close to him and I rests my head on his chest. Listening to his steady heartbeat. Why can't I be more than a friend to him?

"What about Sofie?" I ask softly.

"C'mon. You need medicine, I knew you were sick," Harry takes some medicine out of the bag he came in with. He hands me aspirin and cough syrup. I wrinkle my nose at the cherry scent of the syrup.

"Are you 18 or 5?" Harry asks with an eye roll and I pretend to be hurt.

"I'm sorry Y/N.." Harry hugs me.

"Gotcha," I laugh but I end up coughing.

"C'mon princess," Harry says as he lifts me up bridal style and places me on the sofa.

"I said what about Sofie?" I ask again and draw my eye brows together.

"Don't worry," Harry mumbled and acted as if he was paying attention to the TV. He knows my feelings, him and Sofie are doing so well and he doesn't want to hurt me with whatever news.

I frown and leaned my head on his chest and he wrapped his arm around my waist. I looked up at him I could feel hot tears forming in my eyes. I just want him to be mine already. Lucky as Sofie. Harry glances down at me and I quickly shift my gaze.

I get off of Harry but he only pulls me closer and sighs. He tilts my head up with his big hand and gazes into my eyes full of sorrow.

"Please don't cry," Harry said and lightly kissed my cheek, sending chills all over my body.

I used to always imagine Harry and I together, getting married, everything. As much as I hate it, we will never happen. Because he is in love with a different girl who makes him happier than me. My love for him will never die although he has never loved me.