harry styles drabbles

6- "Baby, you got me sick."

hey homies the title of this chapter is going to reflect what it is about ok that's all

Ella's POV

Harry was dumb. I know it sounds bad to start off like that, but I had a cold and Harry had spent a good amount of time still kissing me and being close to me even though I warned him not to. The dumb part comes in when you realize that Harry was supposed to appear on the Late Late show with James Corden a few days from when I fell ill.

I was left with a small headache, and I got up to shower to try and rid myself of the few germs that were still covering me.

When I stepped out of the shower I heard coughing. Immediately I rolled my eyes. I threw on a bathrobe and walked into Harry and my shared bedroom.

Harry was curled up in bed, and I felt bad for him. I sat down to his side and ran my fingers through his hair. He leaned into my touch. I thought he felt warm but I wasn't sure, I knew that the shower water had to throw off my temperature gaging abilities.

"You okay, honey?" I asked quietly.

Harry moaned, "Baby, you got me sick."

I laughed. "Babe, you can't blame this on me! You kept kissing me even though I told you you'd get sick!"

"That's ridiculous," Harry frowned. He turned to the side and sneezed three times into his palms.

I said, "I'll get you a box of tissues and some tea."

"Wait," Harry cleared his throat. "You've got work, don't you?"

"I'm not back at work yet, honey. I still have today until I go back off of sick leave, remember?"

Harry nodded, coughing into his fist.

He asked, "Could you make me a cup of tea?"

I nodded and then left the room to make Harry's tea. I prepared everything and waited for the water to boil in the kettle. I hummed to myself, noticing that my throat didn't hurt too badly anymore. I heard Harry coughing from the other room, and I guessed that his throat didn't feel the same as mine.

Once the tea was ready I brought it back to our room and set it on the bedside table. I wrapped Harry's half-naked body in a tight hug. I whispered, "I love you."

Harry leaned into me and said, "I love you lots."

He drained the tea quickly and laid back down. He cocooned himself back under his blankets and I smiled softly. He was the cutest thing I had ever seen.

I was admiring him when his figure started to wiggle a bit, and then the sound of three desperate sneezes came. I blessed him and gently rubbed the area where his shoulder was under the blanket. Two more sneezes followed and Harry poked his head up to ask for some tissues.

I granted his request and he sat up to blow his nose. He was already so congested. I winced as he blew his nose a third time.

"God, babe, how did you deal with this for four days?" He whined.

I laughed, "I don't know, but we'll see how you do."

Harry moaned and rubbed his eyes with his hands. He then got up and announced that he felt like he needed a shower, and then he asked me to sit in the bathroom with him while he did so. Just in case he needed me. Though I thought his way of asking was silly, I followed Harry into the bathroom.

He looked at himself in the mirror and widened his eyes. "I look like shit," He observed.

I rolled my eyes, "You look like you just woke up, which you did."