One direction imagines and prefrences

Harry imagine

You were literally dying of sickness. All you did was crawl on the floor and moan all day, occasionally running to the bathroom. Of course you took medicine but it seemed to be getting worse.

You knew by the time Harry came home, he would be tired so you didn't want to bother him at all.

"I'm home, love!" Harry's cheerful but worn out voice came drifting down the entrance. You were lying on the sofa, coughing your brains out, but when you heard him, you froze and tried to look presentable. His head of curls poked out behind the wall as he whispered a quiet "boo". You quickly wiped your sweaty forehead and tried not to moan.

"Mhmm, h-hi, babe.." You stammered. Harry's expression told you he was suspicious, but you ran off to get some water. After staying there and chugging water, you sat down on the kitchen floor, unable to handle your coughs. Harry ran in, and patted your back, trying to contain you. He gave his signature cheeky grin and looked at you.

"Babe, I just choked on water, it's fine." You put down your water and yawned, trying to act as natural as possible. "I don't -" He started to say but you cut him off.

"Well, there's leftover casserole I made in the fridge, please eat, ok?" You fidgeted with your fingers and got the dish out. "I made it today..." You explained feebly, trying not to cry because of your aching body.

Harry's expression changed immediately as he ran over to you.

"No, baby, you're sick." He lifted you into his arms and carried you back to the sofa. "Now, let me take care of you, love." He got you your favourite cup of tea, yummy soup, more medicine and bundled you up in blankets.

"How did you know?" You mumbled, straining your voice. "You were dying! It wasn't that hard to tell..." He kissed your nose and massaged your head. "You need to take acting lessons, babe."

You let out a wheezed laugh. "I didn't think it was that bad, Haz. I tried."

He chuckled and made you eat some soup. "But why were you trying to hide it? I mean, you know I would take care of you, right?" Harry's emerald eyes clouded with confusion.

You sighed. "Harry, you're always worn out after work at the studio, I know that. There's no use bothering you with a little cold." You grumbled. He looked at you with horror.

"Bother me?! No, you couldn't do that even if you tried... Me being tired is another thing, I love you more than feeling tired." He pressed your head against his chest and entwined your legs with his.

You calmed down a little and felt a bit better.

"Oh God, I love you so much." You whispered. "I love you more than you know." He said back. "You looked so helpless back in the kitchen; I just wanted to kiss everything better." He sighed and held you gently.

"You're too sweet, Haz." You murmured as you drank your tea in 3 gulps. Harry's eyes widened. "I guess you want more tea?" He chuckled he pressed kisses to your forehead.

"Baby, I'm taking the day off work to snuggle and do something extra special to make you feel better so get well!" He winked and ran off to get you more tea and dodge your flying pillows.