Harry and louis sick flick

Harry's Homesick

Cat's Pov 

It was Monday morning and I had just finnished packing my stuff because today is the day me and harry are moving into a flat in london together once I had put my phone charger in my bag I zipped up my bag and put my coat on and made way down stairs with my bag and went into the kitchen and grabbed a cereal bar out of the cupboard and a bottle water out of the fridge I then went back out into the hallway slipped on my shoes and picked up my keys and got in the car I then texted harry saying " hey haz I'm on my way to pick you up " and harry texted back " ok babe" I then reversed off the driveway and started to drive to pick up harry after about an hour I arrived and pulled on to harry's driveway and harry immediately came out of his front door and put his kit bag in the boot of my car and then got into the passengers seat and I then reversed off of harry drive and we started to drive to London we where about half way there when I  noticed that harry had gone very quite and was leaning his head against the window and that he looked very pale so I asked him " are you alright babe " and he said back " mm what oh yeah I'm fine just a little tired" so I just nodded my head in responds and carried on driving once we got to London I turned on the satnav to find where our new flat is it took me half an hour to find it but once I found it I parked up outside at then said to harry " babe wake up we're here sweetheart" and harry just nodded so we both got out the car and got our stuff out of the boot and made our way into our new home once everything was set up and we had decided which rooms we were sleep I order us one large margarita and a side of dought balls and big bottle of diet coke and that arrived around half five once we had finished dinner and watched some tell it was about eight o'clock and harry said " I'm going to go to bed as I'm really tired " and I just nodded in responds and about two hours later I went to bed and fell straight to sleep.

Three hours later I was woken up by a faint voice I rolled over onto my side and listened through walls in our flat were rather thin and Harry's room was right next to mine , so I could make out Harry's voice quite clearly surprised that he was awake, being that Harry had gone to bed even before I had gone to bed I then  pressed my  ear against the wall to listen. It sounded as though Harry was on the phone with somebody, but what concerned me was his voice. It sounded strained and shaky, as if he were crying. I frowned and pressed my ear closer. "Alright... sniff Thanks, mum... Alright, I-I will. sniff L-Love you too." And then there was silence apart from a soft whimper. Concerned, me. I threw my blankets back and climbed out of bed, pulling a t-shirt over my head. I tiptoed out of my room and down the hallway, to where Harry's door was closed. I tapped on it lightly with one of my knuckles. "Uh, y-yeah?" Harry's choked voice called out quietly. I opened the door and took a small step inside. "Hey... Is everything alright, Haz?" It was too dark to see his face, but I could tell that Harry was sitting up in bed, propped up against his headboard. When Harry didn't answer, I took another tentative step forward. "I wasn't meaning to listen, but I heard you on the phone with your mum. I just wanted to make sure you're okay." Harry sniffled loudly. "M'sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," he answered weakly. I then walked over to him and sat down on the end of his bed. "No, it's okay, Haz. What's wrong?" Harry groaned quietly and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. "I don't feel well." I  frowned in concern and scooted closer to him, turning on the bedside lamp. "Cat" he groaned, falling back down into his pillows and covering his eyes with his arm. "I'm sorry babe, I just need to have a look at you," I said, gently pulling Harry's arm away from his face. As he looked up at me, Harry looked tired and miserable. His face was pale, his hair was even more disheveled than usual, and his eyes had dark purple circles beneath them. "Oh Haz," I cooed sympathetically, brushing Harry's hair away from his face to press my palm against the ill boy's forehead. "Jesus Harry, you're burning up!" I frowned. I really had no idea what to do. I just wanted to make Harry okay again. "Uhh.. okay, um... I'll go grab the thermometer." I then dashed off into the bathroom, standing up on my tiptoes to rifle through the cabinet above the sink. I then sank back down onto the balls of my feet as I closed my hand around the small, plastic object. Without bothering to shut the cabinet, I flicked off the bathroom light and hurried back to Harry's room.