When the dating rumors became true you were scared of what his fans would think of you. Mostly because of the age gap. It wasn't a big gap but you never know how people act with mews like that.
You quietly get up from bed making your way towards the bathroom. Your fever was not slowing down and it was early in the morning to actually get anything done since you lived alone.
You groan as you hear the telephone ring from the living room. Taking slow steps you finally reach. "Hello?" You answer. "Love, you alright?" You hear Tom ask. "Yeah. Just sick with a fever." You say. You didn't want him to get sick or skip work to come and take care of you. "Did you eat? Take medicine? How high is the fever?" Tom went on with the questions. Before you could answer to any you see your vision start to get black.
Tom called out your name several times on the phone but no response came. "Harrison. Tell them I went for break and will be back soon." Tom says before rushing off to get to your apartment.
"Love?" He calls out making his way through the door. He rushes towards your body on the floor by the sofa. "You have got a high fever." He says lifting you up bridal style and putting you on the sofa. He rubs a wet cloth over your face while calling your name.
"Tom?" You ask as you open your eyes. "Don't get up. I'll go make breakfast while you rest." He says. He prepares a simple breakfast and helps you finish it. "Take the medicine now. I'll come check up on you in a few hours again." He says kissing your forehead as you doze off again.
Few hours passed and you were feeling better than you did in the morning. You settle down on the sofa with a bowl of soup.
"Feeling better?" You hear Tom ask as he walk towards you. "Yeah. Thanks." You say giving him a smile.
