harry styles drabbles

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Ella's POV

Harry hadn't been feeling the best for the past few days, and during his concert it started pouring rain. Normally he would've been fine, and he would have ran around with the One Direction boys, but he was on his own now. He was almost all by himself up on the stage and he couldn't really play it off like nothing happened. Watching from the crowd, I could tell that he was uncomfortable. 

He wasn't wearing a t-shirt and jeans like he used to wear on stage, no, he was wearing a full on Gucci suit that was now soaked and covering every inch of his body, and would for the next hour and a half. 

Throughout the course of the show, Harry's voice became much more rugged and congested. I so badly wanted him to stop and just blow his nose or drink some water, but he didn't want to cause a disruption in the middle of the show. Harry knew that people noticed things like that and he was always under the speculative eye of the public. I knew that was what he was thinking about as he wiped his nose on his wet sleeve between lyrics. 

He was performing Kiwi and it came up to the part where he usually spat water into the air, but this time he didn't do it. Instead, he shook a water bottle all over the front row. It was better for him, and it didn't matter. The entire crowd was already drenched in rain water, a little bottled water couldn't hurt anyone. 

After his final song, Harry climbed offstage and I ran to meet him. 

I was taking him home, as the concert was really only a one night benefit thing in New York, and Harry and I had an apartment there. When I saw Harry up close I almost gasped. He looked terrible. His skin was ghostly white and his nose was redder than it was on Red Nose Day. I ran my fingers through his sopping wet hair. 

"Let's get you out of these clothes so we can go home, okay?" I asked.

Harry shook his head, "I jus' want to get out of here as fast as we can. Do y'think I can wrap m'self in a towel and get in the car that way?" 

I hesitated for a moment, not knowing how Harry's soaking wet body would affect the car. 

"Never mind, I'm going to get the car all wet and then that'll be another problem. I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. I'm gonna go get changed now." I could see his eyes watering. 

I pulled him to the side before he walked away. I said, "Babe, I think we should do what you said. We need to get you home, alright? Let's go find a towel."

Harry shook his head again, tears on the brim of falling. "I don't want to fuck up your car!"

"Harry, you're not fucking up anything! Are you alright?" I put my hand on his forehead. "Oh my God, Harry! You're burning up! Come on, we have to get you home."

Grabbing his hand, I led Harry to where I could find some towels and blankets to dry him off. As I was leading him through the equipment he paused and let out a hefty sneeze into his free hand. 

"Fuck," He moaned. 

I started walking faster. 

Not too long after that, I found some towels and I draped them around Harry's shivering body. I then raced us to the car and helped Harry into the passenger seat. 

It was a twenty-five minute drive back to our apartment and Harry fell asleep within the first three minutes. I hummed quietly to myself as I drove, speeding a little bit in order to get home as fast as I could. 

When we arrived it was raining buckets again. I woke Harry up and ushered him outside and to our apartment. I unlocked the door and pulled Harry inside. He was still shivering. 

"Come on," I said gently, and led him upstairs to our bathroom. 

I started running a hot bath, and then stripped Harry of his cold, wet clothes. The bath was only half-full once Harry was naked and he was shaking more than before. I put a bathrobe around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. 

"You stay here for a minute, I'll be right back. I'm going to grab a thermometer and some tylenol for you." 

Harry nodded and I rushed off to find the medicine kit. We were almost out of tylenol, but we had some left. I thanked God when I found a thermometer. I could have sworn Harry had broken the last one when he was sick a few months before. He had gotten angry and thrown the thermometer at the wall because he had to cancel a show due to his illness. 

By my guess, he must have bought us a new one. This one was in way too good of a condition to be the one he had violated. 

"I'm back, baby," I said. Harry looked up at me, eyes wide before he sneezed twice into his hands. I handed him some tissues. "Bless you."

Harry sniffled, "Thank you." He blew his nose. 

While he was occupying himself with that, I stopped the bath water from running. The water was hot, but not too hot. I wanted him to stop freezing but I didn't want to increase his fever. 

"Before you get in the tub I have to take your temperature, okay?" I asked. Harry nodded and I stuck the thermometer under his tongue. I could see Harry's nose twitch and I silently begged the thermometer to hurry up. 

It beeped and I pulled it out of Harry's mouth, allowing him to sneeze once more. 

I sighed, "102.4 degrees."

"What's that in celsius? I'm still not too familiar with what a fever is in American degrees."

I laughed. "American degrees? Harry, baby, it's called fahrenheit." Harry blushed. "It's just over 39 degrees. It's a bit high. It might go up a little while you're in the tub but I'll give you some fever reducers to try and combat that, yeah?"

"Ok."

I pulled the bathrobe off of Harry's back and he stepped into the tub. He moaned as he submerged most of his body into the soothing water. He tipped back the tylenol that I gave him and he closed his eyes. 

I took a picture of him from the waist up. He looked adorable. But then something started to bother him. He covered his nose with both hands and sent the bath water splashing with three intense sneezes. 

"Bless you," I giggled. 

Harry smiled, "'S like a tsunami in here!"

He was such a child. 

(should i do a part 2 of this idk where to end it but it's decently long rn)