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Harry's alarm goes off and he's going to be late if he doesn't leave for the meeting now. He slowly has to get out of bed to avoid waking up His girlfriend y/n who stayed up all late last night doing homework and studying, on top of that, she had to walk home in the rain because Harry was caught up in traffic due to the weather.
He slowly peels off the duvet from his body and he makes his way to the bathroom the prep and dresses up. After brushing his teeth and doing whatever he does with his hair, Harry changes into something quick and simple. He changes into a pink Gucci hoodie, a thick brown coat, black skinny's, and his matching brown Chelsea Boots.
Without a kiss on the forehead, Harry leaves the apartment without making another sound. When he closes the door, y/n jolts up from her sleep and she starts coughing up a storm. Her nose is incredibly stuffy and her head feels like someone just dropped a hundred weights on her head.
"Harry?" she calls out but there's no answer. Y/n pouts and lays back onto her bed. Once her head hit the pillow, she knocked out. She did not feel well at all, she wished Harry could be there to take care of her.
Half an hour later, Y/n wakes up once again and this time she actually decides to go make herself breakfast, but her body is aching and her head is pounding.
Reaching up to grab a bowl, her legs give in, and she collapses onto the floor. More coughs follow and y/n lets out a sneeze.
She weakly stands and reaches for her phone, dialing Harry's number. After one ring, it goes straight to voicemail. Her jaw drops. Harry rejected her call.
On the other side, "Harry, please put your phone away. Whatever it must be, it's probably not as important as you and the boys going on tour next month, so please focus," his tour manager pleads. Harry guiltily tucks his phone into his back pocket and he starts to think about y/n if she's alright or not.
This is the boy's surprise tour for Made In The A.M, so it's kind of a big deal. Everyone is freaking out and the boys can't have any distractions at the moment.
Time is going by and y/n feels like she's getting worse and worse. Harry is sitting in the meeting room constantly checking his watch. Over the course of five hours, y/n called him five times, once every hour. She was getting infuriated.
Finally, the meeting is over and Harry immediately rushes home as fast as possible.
When Harry opens the front door, y/n is sitting on the couch looking like Mother Mary with her blanket over her head. She's freezing, but feeling hot at the same time.
"Y/n! Oh my god! I'm so sorry that I couldn't answer the phone, I was in a really important meeting. They kept on scolding me and-" he finally notices that y/n is giving him the silent treatment. She has absolutely nothing to say to him.
He kneels down and wraps his arms around her. He feels how warm her body is and he places the back of his hand on her forehead. She slaps his hand off. He makes a flat face, "that was not necessary," y/n rolls her eyes and she turns to face away from him.
"Look, baby, I'm sorry I didn't acknowledge that you were sick. I'm sorry, what can I do to make it up to you?" he pleads behind her as he rubs her back.
She 'hmphs.' She's still incredibly angry at him, "how about if I buy you your favorite ice cream and I order your favorite soup and then we can watch your favorite movie while we cuddle?" he insists. Y/n turns around.
She narrows her eyes at him and nods her head, "I love you," he coos, leaning close to her so that he can kiss her.
Y/n reaches out of her blanket to push his face away, "I don't want to get you sick," she pouts.
Harry shakes his head and kisses her forehead instead, "I'll be back in twenty minutes," he takes his keys to go out and purchase her favorite food.
"I love you," she croaks out. Harry turns back to shoot her a little wink.
The two ended up watching y/n's favorite movie. Harry was feeling incredibly hot under the five layers of blankets as he had to feed her soup and ice cream. There's no place he would rather be.
