Moments

Chapter 4

It was Sunday evening, when  Sierra and I made it in the front door.  The two of us had just come from her parent's house, picking up some more of her things and letting them know that she was calling her doctor in the morning to setup treatment.

I threw his keys on the table and moved to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge.

"Are you gonna help me get that stuff out of the car?" she asked, laying her purse on the table.

I took a drink from my bottle and turned to look at her. I couldn't help but smile.  It was still raining out ever since the day before, so she stood by the front door with her arms crossed, trying to keep warm.

"Nah, it'll be fine in the car until the rain clears up," I laid the bottle down and grabbed a throw blanket off the back of the couch.  I moved to drape it around her shoulder and ran my hands up and down her arms, trying to warm her up.  "Let's just relax, maybe we can find something on tv,"

"Thanks," a gentle smile formed on her lips.  She kicked her shoes off and moved to sit on the couch. 

I went down the hall and into the bedroom, where I kicked off my own shoes.  I pulled his phone out of my pocket, knowing that it needed to be charged, I found a text from Niall.

What the fuck, mate?  It'd be nice to know that you're still alive!

I plugged my phone into the charger and laid on the bedside table, then turned back to the living room.

I found Sierra sitting on the couch, wrapped tightly in the blanket that he had put over her shoulders.  "Want some tea, babe?"

Sierra turned and made a face. "Huh?"

I stood behind the kitchen sink, filling up the tea pot with water.  "What?  Do you?"

"Are you....waiting on me?" she playfully made a shocked face.

I shrugged. "Guess so,"

"Wow," she giggled, turning back to the tv. "This is just wierd,"

"Oh shutup," I put the pot on the stove. "It's cold, I figured tea would be good,"

A few minutes later, I handed her a hot mug full of tea and sat next to her.  "Thanks," she smiled and took a sip.  I grabbed the remote from her lap and scooted in closer to her, so I could share the blanket with her. 

"Whoa," I turned to look at her.  "You're really warm," I moved the back of my hand to her forehead.  "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she replied, laying her mug on the coffee table.  "I get a fever a couple times a day,"

"Oh," I nodded, then noticed her shaking.  "And chills?"

"And chills," she confirmed, resting her head on his shoulder.

I nodded once more, then drifted into my own thoughts.  Scared.  I was finally seeing symptoms of her illness and they were scaring me.  Thoughts of her suffering, clouded my mind, along with thoughts of losing her.  I finally shook myself from my own thoughts and stood to my feet.

"Where are you going," she groaned.

I reached down and secured the blanket around her and in one swift movement scooped her up into my arms. "Harry," she said softly.

"Don't 'Harry' me," I said as carried her bridal style down the hallway, toward the bedroom.  I gently sat her down on the bed, I reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. 

"Harold!" she scolded. 

"Oh shutup," I chuckled.  "Don't get your hopes up,"

"I can undress myself," she shivered as she sat up.   She pulled her t-shirt off, revealing a pink cami top underneath.  "Throw me a pair of pajama pants out of my bag down there," she pointed.