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Zarry: sick Harry

Zarry where Harry gets sick on the bus and zayn takes care of him.

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Zayn's p.o.v.

"Zayn," the quiet, deep voice pulled me from my much needed sleep. I groaned.

"Zayn," the voice said again.

"Go away... Please," was my last ditch attempt at being polite.

"Z, please, I'm sorry," I recognized the voice now. It was my boyfriend, Harry.

"Oh, Haz," I said without opening my eyes. "Sorry, didn't know it was you. And yes you can sleep with me tonight," I said, thinking I knew what he wanted. Harry had a lot of trouble sleeping on the tour bus.

Then I heard a sort of strangled sob come from beside my bunk. That got me going. I opened my eyes and sat up to look at the crying boy next to me.

There, standing beside my bunk was Harry, tears running down his cheeks, sobs racking his body. His face was pale and sweaty, and he was shivering.

"Aw Harry," I wrapped my arms around his shaking frame, pulling him close to me. After he calmed down a bit I pulled him onto the bunk so he was sitting on my lap, his face buried in my chest.

"Haz, what's wrong?" I asked, looking down as his closed eyes.

"I really don't feel good Zayn," he said softly. He opened his eyes, and I could see that they were glazed over and clouded.

"What hurts baby?" I asked him, pushing his curly hair back from his forehead.

"My head and my stomach. And I'm cold and just hurt all over," he said somewhat uncomfortably. He doesn't like admitting he's in pain.

"H, your burning up," I said after testing the back of my hand on his forehead.

"You wanna go lay down on the couch?" I asked him. He nodded.

"Z?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you?" he sighed. "Can you carry me, I, I'm shaking," his voice quavered.

"I can try," I said, knowing he was a lot bigger than me.

I somewhat awkwardly carried him to the couch, setting him down. I peeled off his sweaty t-shirt and sweats, then helped him lay down and covered him with a blanket.

"I'll be right back," I told him.

I came back with some fever reducing medicine and a cup of water. After he swallowed the pill and took a few drinks, I squatted down in front of him.

"Get some sleep Harry," I told him, ruffling his hair. I got up to leave it Harry grabbed my hand.

"Stay," was all he said. And with that, I sat down next to the couch, his hand in mind, leaned my head back against his stomach, and fell asleep.