His pov
I felt afwul, like I could literally pass out any second now. I had the worst possible migraine, my throat was killing me and my muscles felt like they were being torn apart.
I felt like shit. Yet I still had to be at the studio for a couple of hours and attend a meeting right after.
I came back home at 8pm and I seriously have no idea how I made it. The moment I stepped into the house and closed the door I was done with life. I sat on the floor, my back pressed to the front door. I wanted to cry. I really did. At this point I couldn't even think or move. My body was just aching all over.
"Babe is that you?" I heard my girlfriend's voice. I didn't say anything tho. I just put my head in my hands and groaned. Everything was spinning, everything hurt.
"Harry? He is that.. baby?" She asked. Concern evident in he voice. I remained silent.
"Harry, baby. Hey.. what happened?" She asked calmly coming closer to me and putting her hands on my knees.
Your pov
I heard door closing and looked at the clock on the wall. Only two hours late this time. I was waiting for my boyfriend of two years in the living room watching some dumb TV show. I waited for another minute and got kinda scared to be honest when no one came in.
"Babe is that you? I asked. Normally he would come to say hi to me immediately. No answer. What the hell..
"Harry is that..." I walked into the Hall and saw him sitting on the floor, his head in his hands. "baby? I asked trying to get his attention.
He looked terrible. His hair all messy and just the way he was sitting. He looked completely worn out and broken.
"Harry, baby. Hey... What happened?" I came up to him and sat right in front of him putting my hands on his knees. He was still silent. There was something weird about him tho. Like this awful heat radiating from him. His hair was falling on his face, some of it was stuck to his sweaty forehead. I touched his cheek gently and sighed. He wasn't hot, he was boiling.
"Can you stand up, baby?" I brushed his curly locks off of his face to see his beautiful eyes but they were closed. "Harry..?
"I'm dying" he whispered.
"Dying to stand up? Great. Up you go." I said standing up myslef I grabbing his hands gently.
"Dying to death, Y/N" he mumbled and got off the floor with a lot of my help. Once he was up next he just hugged me and put his head in the crook of my neck. "I'm getting dizzy. Babe I'm getting dizzy I'm gonna pass out in a moment.."
I led him to the bedroom and help him out into the bed. Once he was in he closed his eyes and groaned.
"Tingle running through my bones. Everything is spinning. This bed is spinning. In like. Several direction. At the same time." I could barely understand him.
"Would you prefer it to spin in only one direction?" I asked putting a cold towel on his forehead.
"That was.. not good. But it was okay. I'd laugh if I could. Just imagine me laughing." He said slightly annoyed. I couldn't care less tho.
"Okay baby" I giggled. "I can hear you laughing..."
"You're making fun of me while I'm dying.." he huffed.
"Well.. Ladies and gents that's who I am. I like to mess around with him" I said and smiled caressing his flashed cheek.
"And I'm okay with it" he mumbled and smiled a bit as well.
"Okay.. now get some rest. Try to sleep. I'm gonna get you the medicine?" I whispered kissing his now a bit cooler forehead.
"You're my medicine..."
