Petite | Zarry

Chapter 11.

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It was late at night and Harry was working, again. But there was no escape for him, no escape from that twirling mess inside his head. Zayn filled his thoughts just like last night and the night before.

Harry groaned and rested his head on the table. He should really go to bed. This whole thing bothered him a lot, he felt like something crashed into him, not physically but his mind was really agitated...in the last few days, he really started to question his mental health...

He got up and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Harry looked at himself in the mirror. "Stop thinking so much about him!" he told himself. He didn't want his thoughts to get out of control... Not when the boy was with him, even if he was sleeping in the other room. The curly haired man sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

He made his way to the bedroom and laid down on his bed carefully so that he didn't touch the small boy nor came too close to him. He turned his head and watched Zayn for a few moments. He looked like an angel and the sight of him helped Harry to relax and sort his thoughts again. He smiled to himself and fell asleep just a little while after.

The next morning both of them woke up because of the sharp sound of Harry's digital clock. As Harry sat up he noticed that Zayn was shivering, his lips looked really dry and his cheeks were bright red.

He turned the alarm off, got out of bed and went to Zayns side. "Zayn are you all right? Are you feeling cold?" he asked and gently put the back of his hand on his forehead. His skin felt really hot. "Fu...I think you have got a fever" he said. Zayn looked up at him with shiny eyes but his lids seemed to be really heavy because he struggled to keep them open. His eyes also were a little red and he looked sick. "H-Harry I'm not feeling well ..." Zayn managed to say but his head was throbbing so hard that he wasn't even sure what exactly left his mouth.

"Shh, I know," he said and gave Zayn a calming smile. "I'll call your teacher and tell them that you won't be able to come to school today," he said and Zayn nodded. "Ok..." he almost whispered. "I'll be right back," Harry said and got up to get his phone. First, he called Zayn's school. Then he called Trisha.

"Hello?" he heard a female voice say. "Hello Trisha, it's me, Harry," he said. "Oh yes, sorry haven't realized who it was," she said. "why are you calling is something wrong?" she asked. "Yes, I think Zayn has a fever, his cheeks are red and his skin is literally on fire," he told Trisha.

"Hmm okay, that's not good," she said and sounded like she was thinking. "So, first of all, make sure that he stays under the covers so he'll be warm. Then please cook him tea and make sure that he drinks enough water. If his fever gets too high you have to make a wet compress around his lower legs it'll help to regulate his temperature." Trisha told Harry who was a little overwhelmed with information.

"Okay sounds easy... I guess" he said. "If it gets worse or anything else happens, call me and I'll come over, alright?" She said. "Will do," he said and hang up after Trisha said goodbye.

He did as Trisha told him and cooked a tea for Zayn. He also grabbed a bottle of water and went back to Zayn. He put the cup and the bottle on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed. "Are you thirsty?" he asked and looked at Zayn. Zayn slowly nodded and tried to sit up. He couldn't make it because he was too tired and fell back down. 

"Here let me help you," Harry said smiling softly at him. He helped him sit up and gave the cup to him. Zayn thankfully looked at him and drank some of the hot liquid inside the cup. When he had enough he put the cup back in Harry's hand and rested his head on his strong shoulder. Harry stroked the back of the small boy's head.

"C-can you please stay with me? Don't go away" Zayn said and grabbed Harry's shirt to make him stay as he was intending to lay Zayn back down. Harry smiled "I wasn't about to leave you," he said. "I just want you to lay down so it's more comfortable."

As soon as Zayn couldn't feel Harry's heat any longer he immediately began to feel cold again. "I'm cold..." Zayn quietly said. "Do you need another blanket?" Harry asked but Zayn shook his head. "You.." he weakly said. "Me?" Harry asked in bewilderment. "Mhm cause you're so nice and warm..." he looked up at the curly haired man and blinked slowly.

The fever had made him care less about the things he said he could not even control what came out of his mouth. "Do you want me to lay down with you and keep you warm?" Harry asked and tilted his head to the side. "Yes, please"

Harry laid down behind Zayn and put his arms around his fragile little body. "Better?"