🌸HARRY STYLES imagines🌸

Aspirin

-YOUR POV-

"Harry can't you please go lay down on the coach now?" You said as you picked up the fuzzy blanket that laid on the floor next to the coach.

"It's really sweet that you want to take care of me, but Y/N I promise I'm fine" Harry said with a raspy voice.

"No your not. I get stressed at things like this. You ALWAYS take care of me when I'm not feeling my best so why the hell can't I take care of you when your sick?" You said as you stomped your foot against the floor.

"Well, because I'm not sick sweetie" Harry said with a little smirk. You walked to him and sat over the blanket so you just had it one hand as you then brought your forearm to Harry's forehead.

"Yes you are, you have a fever. Go lay down" You whined.

"Your going to get sick" Harry said.

"For gods sake, Harry please" You said.

Harry took up his hands in defense and sat down on the coach.

"Thank you" You said with a sigh as you unfolded the blanket that was in your arms. You then spread it all out on Harry who wore now laying on the coach.

"I'll go make chicken noodle soup. Now don't move mister" You said as you took up your two fingers to make the 'I see you' gesture.

"Yes, sir!" he said, witch made you laugh.

You walked in to the kitchen and took out every ingredient that was needed. The recipe was from years and years ago, from your grandmas grandma. It had been in your family for years. And every one that had tried it seemed to like it, Harry had tried it before and said that it was one of the best soups he had ever had.

It only took you a couple of minuets to make the soup witch was a plus because you didn't really have the energy to cook for a hundred years.

the soup stood on the already turned off stove. And let me tell you that it wasn't really a little pan. This will at least be yours and Harry's menu for a couple of days straight.

You took a soup ladle and filled a little bowl with soup. You took out a little tray where you sat the soup and after that you walked to the kettle and started to make tea.

As you waited on the water to boil you searched trough the medicine cabinet to see if you could find some cough drops for Harry's throat, witch you did. You also found some aspirin and decided to bring that too.

When the tea was done you sat the little mug on the tray along with the soup and the medicals. You took up the tray and started walking towards the living room again.

And in the coach sat your sick little boyfriend zapping through all of the TV channels.

"Can you sit up for me please?" You asked as you wanted to be able to but the tray in Harry's lap.

"Aww, have you done all of this for me? You shouldn't have" He said as he sat himself up.

"For you? Pff, It's for me, make your own" You said as you tried to keep a poker face but failed when you started to laugh two seconds later.

"I'm kidding" You said as you sat down the tray in Harry's lap.

"What?-no. You should be an actress (sarcasm)" Harry said with an amused look on his face.

"HA-ha funny babe, funny" You said as you pouted.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't be joking with you when you have put down all this time for me."

"Thanks babe. Do you need anything else?" You asked.

"Yes, I do actually" He said with another smirk.