DON'T HURT ME DADDY (Harry Styles)

12

"The ca-c-a-t cat sa-t on the m..m...a-mat!" Harry read slowly.

"Well done! You're doing really well Harry. That's enough for today." Lucy praised. Harry had been reading for half an hour, and previous to that had been learning the alphabet. He was feeling tired.

"Shall we have lunch now? What do you fancy?" She asked him.

Harry bit his nails while he thought, a habit of his...

"Sand-w-wich please?" He asked quietly. He was still fairly shy, but had started talking a bit more.

"Ok sweetheart, what do you want in it? Cheese? Ham? Chicken?"

"Ch-cheese please"

"Good boy, you stay here while I make it." She turned the TV on, and found a cartoon channel that Harry loves.

She made their lunch and brought it back to the living room. Harry sat up straight.

"One super duper cheese sandwich for Mr Harry...and...one wonderful chicken sandwich for Mummy Lucy!" She said as she placed the plates on their laps.

"Th-Thank you Lucy!" He smiled as he looked at his food.

He'd had sandwiches since he'd been here, but they always bought back bad memories, of the stale or mouldy bread he had to eat.

He very rarely ate a whole sandwich because of that.

Harry sat there just picking at the bread. He was really hungry, but he now wishes he'd asked for something else, because he really couldn't bring himself to eat it now.

His stomach was turning. Churning the small bowl of cereal he had a few hours ago. He was feeling quite sick.

Lucy was halfway through hers, when she looked at Harry, his face was pale and looked as if he was going to cry. She put her plate on the coffee table.

"Harry love, are you going to eat that?" She asked, concern in her voice.

Harry didn't look at her, just sighed, and shrugged.

"Didn't I make it properly? You tell me what you want?"

Harry shook his head, stomach doing cartwheels.

"Are you ok Harry?"

Harry's hand shot up to his mouth, but didn't stop the vomit that shot out of it, all over himself and the sofa.

He immediately started crying, as Lucy picked him up, not caring if he was covered in sick, and rushed him to the bathroom.

She sat in front of the toilet with him on her lap, waiting for more.

She didn't have to wait long, as within a minute he was sick again. It wasn't much as he didn't have much in his tummy.

He was in pain, straining now as he heaved but nothing came up.

Once he was done, he fell back into Lucy's chest and cuddled her.

"Oh baby. Why didn't you tell me you felt sick?" He shrugged and started crying.

"Don't worry. Let's get you cleaned up, and you can sleep." Harry nodded and sniffed as she picked him up and started undressing him.

She noticed he was extremely warm. So she got the thermometer out of the cabinet and placed it under his tongue.

After a minute it beeped and she removed it.

She was in shock.when she read 103.7.

"Harry, you have a high temperature, I'm going to run you a cold bath to cool you down. You don't have to stay in it for long ok?" She said as she started filling the tub up.

Harry was sat on the bathroom floor, feeling tired.

"Let's get you in baby." She undressed Harry and picked him up, he was very clingy, but she managed to get him in the water.

He cried when he got in as he didn't like how cold it was on his hot body. Lucy quickly washed him and got him out.

She wrapped him in a cosy towel and took him to her bedroom, where they sat on her bed.

She cuddled him, and he placed his head against her chest, thumb in mouth and closed his eyes.

Lucy rocked him back and forward a bit, before realising he was asleep.

She managed to get him in some pyjamas without him waking him, and took him downstairs, placing him on the sofa with his Spiderman doll.

She got a bucket, just in case, and a bottle of water for when he wakes up.

*****

Before she knew it, the boys were home from school. She heard them come in the front door, and quickly rushed out to explain that Harry wasn't well, so they all quietened down.

Louis went and sat next to Harry to keep him company, while Lucy told Liam what was wrong. Niall and Zayn went up to play with their toys.

"We should take his temp again Lucy." Liam said as he went in to the other room.

"You're right." She replied. She sat next to Harry on the floor and carefully placed the thermometer in his mouth, without waking him.

It beeped and she read the temp...103.3. it had gone down ever so slightly, but it was still too high.

Harry started groaning in his sleep, suddenly tossing and turning. He was sweating now too. He leaned sideways and threw up, just missing Lucy.

"Oh god!" Louis shouted.

"It's ok Lou, don't worry." She placed the bucket beside Harry as he threw up stomach acid. He was crying again, and his cries sounded painful. He was holding his head.

"It's ok baby. Does your head hurt?" Liam asked, feeling heat radiating off of his head.

Harry cried a "yes" as he gagged again.

"Li I think we should take him to the hospital?"

"You're right. But what about the boys?"

"I could take him on my own?"

"I'll come with you Mum. I can watch him while you drive?" Louis suggested.

Lucy looked at Liam, waiting for approval.

"Ok. We need to get going soon." Lucy said as Liam picked Harry up and carried him out to the car, followed by Louis and Lucy.

"Tell me as soon as you hear anything!" Liam said as he kissed Lucy.

"I will. Tell the boys not to worry. See you soon."

Then Lucy drove off to the hospital, praying it wasn't anything serious.

What do you think I wrong with Harry?

All the love xxx