Moments

Chapter 6

Harry's POV:

I woke up the next morning, startled by noises I had heard coming from the kitchen.  Sierra was sleeping peacefully across his chest, one arm wrapped arounnd her and the other folded behind my head.  I gently maneuvered my way out from under her, trying my best not to wake her.
It had been a long night, she would sleep for an hour or so before she woke up having a severe hot flash or had to vomit. Each time, I was right by her side, either holding her hair or cooling her off with a cold washcloth.

I stood to my feet and pulled a t-shirt on, then set off down the hallway to investigate the sounds coming from the kitchen.

"Hazzzzza!" Louis jumped out infront of me, causing me to jump.  Louis chuckled as he made goofy little kung fu moves infront of me.

"Mother fucker," I sighed, a hand rested on my chest.

"Good morning, sunshine," Eleanor smiled from behind the counter, cracking eggs into a bowl.  Liam stood behind her, putting bacon in a pan.

"Morning," I glanced around the room.  Niall sat on the couch, flipping through channels.  Zayn was beside him, his block hoodie pulled over his head, obviously half asleep.

"How's our girl?" Louis asked, throwing an arm around my shoulder.

"She had a rough night," I replied and sat down on the barstool on the other side of the kitchen counter. "I can't imagine how she's probably feeling," I said, as Liam handed me a glass of orange juice.

"Freshly squeezed," Liam grinned, pointing at a pile of oranges.

"Thanks,"

"Well," Eleanor explained.  "After Louis told me that you said she wasn't doing too good lastnight, I figured she probably didn't eat.  So, hopefully you both are hungry this morning,"

"I'm famished," I replied.

"Good," Liam replied.  "We've got bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, biscuits, scones, and fresh fruit,"

"Stop talking about it and cook the shit," Niall appeared behind me, giving me a friendly nudge.  "I'm starved,"

"Niall," I started. "I'm so sorry,"

"No worries, lad," Niall flashed a gentle smile.  "Now that I know what's going on, it's all good.  You know me, I just hate when people don't answer my calls or texts,"

I nodded. "Won't happen again,"

"Good," Niall turned back to Liam and Eleanor.  "Where's my food!"

"Keep it up," Eleanor warned with a playful glare.  "Your food will be in the dumpster downtown,"
"Well babe, since it's your cooking, are you gonna put it in the dumpster to make it taste better?"  Louis grinned.

"Wow, that was ballsy," Liam chuckled.

Eleanor looked at him out of the corner of her eye.  "Yeah, Louis, when did I tell you that you could take your balls out of my purse?"

"Ooohhhhh," I laughed.

"I love you," Louis chuckled and planted a kiss on her cheek. 

"Suure," she shot him a playful glare, hoisting herself up to sit on the counter.  

"Finally decide to join the land of the living?" Liam asked, handing Zayn a glass of orange juice. 

"Yes, mum," Zayn pulled his hoodie off the back of his head and yawned.  "It's far too early to function,"

"It's almost 11," Louis retorted, as he moved to stand between Eleanor's legs, planting a kiss on her lips.  "It's well past the time to function,"

I made a face. "11?  Seriously?"

"Yup," Liam replied.

"Shit,"

"We've been up and at it since 5," Louis grinned, resting his forehead against Eleanor's. 

"Well, if you're going to get back at it, I'd prefer it not be on my kitchen counter," I replied. 

"Where's Niall?  I don't know what he did with the remote," Zayn turned back from the living room.

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Sierra's POV:

I stirred as I felt the bed move,  "Harry," I reached an arm behind me to grab him.

"Nope,"  I could hear a grin in the familiar Irish voice, as a gentle hand wrapped around my waist.  "Guess again," he pecked a kiss on my cheek.

"Nialler," I smiled, rolling over to find his baby blue smiling brightly at me.

"How ya feelin, love?"

"I'm okay...I guess," I sighed.  "I take it you've heard,"

"Heard what?  How incredibly amazing and brave you are?" he reached out to brush a strand of hair from my face.  "I already knew that!"

"Did he tell you how horrible it was lastnight?"

"No," he shook his head.  "He just said that you had a rough night,"

"Rough doesn't even begin to describe it," I said, tears forming in my eyes. "Nialler, it was bad.  But, he didn't leave my side...no matter how many times I puked, he was right there.  I can't do this to him, he has better-"

"Stop right there," he placed his index finger on my lips.  "Harry loves you.  Hell, he loves you a lot more than you realize,"

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Niall shook his head with a grin.  "Just trust me, you're one of the biggest parts of his life.  You have no idea how much he misses you while he's away,"

Before I could say anything, Louis appeared in the doorway.  "Niall! What have I told you! You can't just go sneaking into bed with pretty girls whenever you want to! People go to jail for these things!"

Niall chuckled and stood up.  "Damn, I forgot,"

 I sat up in bed and reached my arms out.  "Louis!"

"Hello, love!"  Louis smiled brightly and moved to hug me.  "Come on, beautiful.  I hope you're hungry," he maneuvered to scoop me up in his arms.

 I looped an arm around his shoulder as he carried me down the hallway, then sat me down in a chair at the dining room table

. 
"Hi guys," I forced a smile, looking around the room at my friends.

"I really hope you're hungry," Eleanor smiled and came around the counter, laying a plate of food infront of me.  

"I am, actually," I sighed.  "You guy's didn't have to-"

"Hush," Liam laid a glass of orange juice and a cup of tea infront of me.  "We wanted to,"

Zayn appeared from behind me and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead.  "It was all my idea,"

"Bullshit!" Louis and Eleanor said in unison, causing everyone to laugh.

"Zayn doesn't think of anything on his own," Niall chuckled.  "So, she knows better than that,"

"Thank you guys," I said softly.

"Enough talking," Niall rushed to the kitchen. "I need food!"

Harry moved to kneel down next to me and kissed my forehead, brushing his hand over my hair.  "You okay?"

"Yeah," I smiled.  "I feel a lot better,"

"Good," he stood up, but didn't get any further, because I reached out to grab his hand, pulling him back down to me.

"Harry,"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you," I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him tightly against me. 
Harry hugged me back and kissed my forehead once more.  "I love you,"