Moments

Chapter 17

 Harry's POV:

I woke the next morning, finding Sierra still sleeping soundly in my arms.  It had been a long night, she had fought off two fevers, and a coughing fit that took well over a half hour to finally subside.  

I had stayed by her side like I always had, wiping her face and neck down with a cold washcloth in hopes of breaking the fever...along with holding her against my chest while she battled the coughing.

Knowing that she was probably exhausted, I slipped my arm out from under her and moved to stand on my feet, gently tucking the blanket back around her.

After getting dressed for the day, brushing my teeth, and washing my face I made my way into the kitchen,  where I found Anne sitting at the kitchen table on her computer. "Morning mum," I said, reaching in the cupboard for a coffee cup.

"Good morning, baby," she looked up from the screen and forced a smile. "How is she?"

"She's sleeping still," I replied, stirring some sugar into my cofee and moving to sit across from her.  "What are you up to?"

"Well, I logged on to check some email, then got distracted by my twitter."

"Oh boy," I groaned, running my hand over my face.  "What is it?"

"Honestly, love," she replied. "The paparazzi caught you carrying Sierra out of the hospital yesterday.  Mostly, the fans are saying how they hope she's okay...others are saying how amazing you are for being such a wonderful boyfriend."

I brushed my curls from my face and sighed, pulling my phone from the pocket of my pajama pants.   I opened my twitter and quickly typed a message to the fans.

Thank you all for the kind words.  Please remember that I love every single one of you.  Also...prayers are greatly appreciated at this time. xx.

Anne shut her laptop and looked up at me once more.  "Are you hungry, love?  How about some eggs and bacon?"

"That sounds pretty good," I replied, then stood to my feet when I heard noise coming from the bedroom. 

"Go on," Anne waved me toward the hallway. "I'll get it started for you guys."

I rounded the corner to the bedroom and found Sierra shakily rummaging through the dresser. I moved behind her and placed my hand on her hips.  "What are you doing, kid?"

"Harry," she said as though she was fighting for breath.  She turned to look at me and my eyes widened with concern.

"What is it, love?"

"I need a shower," she replied. "Help me?"

"Of course," I forced a smile and helped her to the bathroom.

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"Thanks for breakfast, mum," I stood from the table, gathering the dishes that had been dirtied.

"Yeah," Sierra replied, taking a sip of her tea. "Thank you."

Anne reached beside her and looped an arm around Sierra waist, pulling her against her.  "Not a problem at all, love," she kissed Sierra's temple.  "Harry," she turned to me. "Don't you dare start washing those dishes."

"I was just-"

"Harold Edward," she said sternly.

I held my palms up in defeat. "Alright, alright," I replied just as my cellphone went off in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the screen. "I'm gonna step outside," I said, moving toward the door.