in which...

...harry's feeling sick and y/n can't help but take care of him

In which Harry's feeling sick and Y/N can't help but take care of him

No – that's the word Y/N has been continuously saying all day long.

No, I don't want to go on a walk. No, I don't want pasta for dinner. No, I don't need to talk about anything. No, there's nothing wrong.

It's like nothing Harry does can put her out of the bad mood she seems to be in. He's been trying all day, suggested all of her favorite things and rummaged through his head to find anything he might've done wrong the previous day to make her feel this way – but he couldn't come up with anything. He realized something was wrong as soon as he woke up and tried to cuddle at her side, but she pushed him away. Whining lowly, he tried again to hide his face in her hair, only for her to get out of bed and lock herself in the bathroom.

He made breakfast and made sure to place small smiley faces made out of berries and whipped cream on her waffles, but after about two bites she said she wasn't hungry anymore, which made him frown as he watched her push her plate back and walk up the stairs into the bedroom. He sighed and took a berry off her plate, leaving the smiley face without an eye and cleaned up the table before taking a shower.

He suggested going to grab ice cream since it was Saturday and they both had a free day which they would usually take advantage of since their schedules very rarely lined up, but she just said she's not in the mood and turned the telly on, watching reruns of Bake Off. Harry sighed in disappointment when looking out the window to see how beautiful the weather was, but said nothing and just nodded.

When lunchtime rolled around, he asked if there's anything she'd like or if she wanted for him to run down to the store to get something, but she just said she doesn't care and kept on lifting her gaze every once and again to watch the screen of the tv as she was painting her nails at the same time. Harry asked her if she wanted for him to do it for her since he knows it always makes her happy when he paints her nails and she gets to pet his hair and press kisses to his cheeks when he's concentrated, but she just shook her head and Harry nodded once again.

From two in the afternoon until six rolled around, she had been reading a book in the living room and Harry popped in every few minutes to check and see what she was up to, but she hadn't moved an inch each time he would peek in. He busied himself with cleaning around the house, making sure to keep quiet so he wouldn't interrupt her reading or tick her off in any way. He just didn't want to upset her even further since something was already clearly wrong.

He got impatient and a little anxious because he didn't have anything to do and staying away from her for so long when he knew something was wrong made him feel uneasy. He looked up at the clock to see it was a few minutes past five so he decided to just say screw it and go in the living room where she was, sitting down on the couch next to her. When she lifted her gaze to look at him he reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out a Bounty bar and handed it to her, "I brought snacks."

She just eyed it for a second longer and took it from him, muttering a quiet 'thanks' before opening it and taking small nibbles every now and again while she kept on reading. Harry bounced his foot up and down and just looked ahead, until he felt the pressure of her eyes resting on the side of his face and glanced back to see her throwing a glare his way for bouncing his leg so much. Instantly placing a hand on his knee to stop it from shaking, he muttered an apology and she went back to reading as if nothing had happened.

He scooted a little closer and took a hold of her ankle, placing her legs over his lap just like he usually would. She didn't say anything, but she was clearly not as content with the action as she would have usually been. It made Harry sad.