give a little

uh oh harry

the rest of the day was relaxing, the boys movie has come out and i really want to see it. i know once harry got home last night he went to a party with friends but i stayed home. he told me how drunk he had gotten while we were going to the doctors. he dropped me off at my place because i needed to clean up and walk lola. shes been so hyper and i decided a little play time and a walk a day will get some of it out. once we finished our walk she went to sleep in her bed. i checked my phone.

"hey my ride bailed can you come get me?"

harry texted me

"yeah sure what gym are you at?"

"the one downtown"

"ok be there in 5"

i drove to get harry. once i picked him up he looked super pale.

"harry are you okay?"

"no no i dont feel too well"

"hangover?"

"probably"

we were driving and he was clutching his stomach. i knew it was coming.

"want me to pull over?"

he nodded yes and i quickly pulled over. he jumped out and started vomiting on the side of the road. the paps were taking picture. i hopped out of the car and helped harry.

"please stop taking pictures right now! you dont need pictures of him puking do you?"

i snapped aggravated. he was probably embarrassed enough that hes puking in public. i rubbed his back and i gave him a bottle of water to flush his mouth out.

"probably not the best idea to party then work out babe"

i said and he laughed. he had trouble staying awake. i drove him to his house. i decided to stay incase he had gotten sick again.

"take a nap yeah?"

he nodded and i helped him to his room. i stripped him from his gross gym clothes and he quickly showered and brushed his teeth. he came out in just his boxers.

"will you nap with me?"

"i have to get lola first, think you can wait?"

he nodded and smiled.

hes so hungover.

i rushed to grab lola because ive barely been with her. i brought her to harrys and put her on the ground. she followed me up to harrys room. i walked in and saw him passed out on the bed. i laughed i shifted him but it woke him up.

"sorry love"

"i didnt mean to fall asleep i just couldnt help it"

"its fine"

i wasnt tired but ill lay in bed and pet lola and listen to harrys small moans and talk. occasionally hell kick too. i was going through my instagram feed and saw the pictures of harry puking. but the captions made me smile.

'arias so good to him, shes not ashamed to stick up for her boyfriend even at his most embarrassing moments :)'

and

'i love how she actually supports him and not take pictures like the paps always do'

in about an hour or so harry began to stir and moan.

i looked over and saw him stretching his arms out. he slowly sat up.

"feel any better?"

"no, are you hot? because im like sweating"

i touched his back and he was sweating.

"did you have a bad dream?"

"no no i had a very very good dream"

he smirked and i rolled my eyes. oh boys. i felt his forehead. he was hot.

"i think your running a fever, let me get your thermometer"

i went downstairs and got it out of his silverware drawer. i ran back upstairs and stuck it under his tongue. he watched it go up and up. it soon beeped.

"100"

he groaned and flopped back down.

"let me go get you some medicine"

i went downstairs and looked for awhile but i dont know where the hell he keeps it. i called louis.

"aria?"

"louis where does harry keep Tylenol?"

"upstairs bathroom, why is someone sick?"

"yeah harry is"

"damn ok well tell him i hope he feels better"

"i will thank you"

i hung up and raced for the medicine and a water bottle.

"really? you couldve asked me then calling louis"

i laughed embarrassed.

"dont be embarrassed"

i handed him his medicine and water.

"thank you"

i smiled and sat on the end of the bed.

"when did you start feeling sick?"

"i woke up and did. i figured it was hangover. i got PRETTY drunk last night"

"awe baby"

i hugged him and he was really hot.

"want me to put the fan on?"

he nodded his head yes and pulled the covers off him.

"stop staring"

"dont act like you dont"

"um excuse me its hard not to"

"same for you"