harry styles drabbles

8- No Control

this is prompt #3 from the prompt list!!

Ella's POV

Today Harry had a concert in New York. The only problem was that the pollen count was high as fuck and Harry Styles is pretty much known for having hay fever. Actually, there were more problems. Another one was that Harry neglected to tell me how high the pollen count was--because how was I supposed to know?--until after he took me out for a picnic at Central Park and I had to escort him out while he nearly had an asthma attack. 

Harry had seemed fine when we had first gotten to the park, but he started sniffling pretty quickly. Again, though, that was pretty normal for him. I didn't even think anything of it when he first started sneezing a bit because he was always like this during this time of the year. 

So, I didn't mention anything as we ate food for about an hour. Towards the end of that hour, he seemed worse. He was sneezing a bit but I thought that he would be fine. He'd have little fits like this all the time--it didn't seem like a big deal. We sat on the picnic blanket for a while, looking up at the clouds while Harry covered his nose in a tissue and told me which shapes he saw. 

After we had been at the park for a few hours, Harry was getting bad. But still, I didn't really notice because he was always having sneezing fits when everything was blooming. What I didn't realize was how long we had been outside and just how bad it was affecting him.

Then it got bad. Harry jolted forward, catching a number of sneezes in his tissue. He went to take a breath but was cut off by two more sneezes. He let out an allergic cough and then looked at me. His eyes were tearing up and he was gasping for air. 

He muttered, "I can't breathe." 

I panicked, then raided by backpack for his inhaler. I could hear Harry sneezing and coughing as I searched. It felt like I was looking forever, until I finally found it. I thrusted the puffer into Harry's hands and he took two puffs. He held the puffer up to his lips with one hand and held a tissue to his nose with the other. He could barely stop sneezing long enough to get the medicine in. 

As he was doing that, I frantically started to pack up everything we had brought. When I was finished I grabbed Harry's hand and we started to head back to the flat we had in the city. Thankfully it wasn't a long walk and Harry didn't get mobbed. 

I panicked as we got up to our apartment and I could still hear the tightness in Harry's chest. 

"Do we need to go to the hospital?" I asked. 

Harry shook his head. 

"Pinky promise me," I said. Harry stuck his pinky out and crossed it with mine. He unintentionally yanked us a bit to the right as he turned to his side to sneeze three times into his elbow. "Take another puff, yeah? I'm going to get you some water, maybe some tea, and the nebulizer, okay?"

Harry shook his head fiercely. He croaked out, "No nebulizer."

"Harry, look at me." My tone was stern. "You can't breathe and you've had three puffs. I'm getting the nebulizer."

I saw the clock in our bedroom and panicked. Harry only had a few hours until he had to be at the venue for tonight. I rushed and set him up on the nebulizer. He hated it, but I knew it was going to help him more than anything. I gave him some Benadryl and hoped he'd be able to take a quick nap. 

While he was out, I looked at the weather for the day. The pollen count was 9.8, just getting into the "high" region. I wasn't surprised that Harry had had an asthma attack. I remembered that morning how I had asked him if he was going to be okay, because it was peak allergy season. He said yes, that he had checked the weather. My guess was that he hadn't.

I woke Harry up with a mug of tea and some tissues. He took a sip of tea, let the steam clear him out a bit, and then blew his nose several times. The tea helped a lot with his throat, but I was still worried about how he'd do with his show. 

We pulled up to the venue, with me driving of course, and stepped out of the car. Harry turned to the side almost immediately after stepping out and sneezed into his elbow. I gave him a concerned look. 

"It's okay, poppet, it was one sneeze. I feel much better."

He only sneezed twice more on the long walk to the entrance, so I felt happy about that. He then left to get ready and I walked around the stadium for a while and then bought some popcorn and a water bottle. I felt Harry's inhaler in my pocket and I rushed backstage to find him. Either he needed to have it with him or someone who was close to the stage needed to have it while he was performing. 

By the time I made my way back, Harry was gearing up to go onstage. 

"Harry, I have your inhaler. Take it!" I shouted from across the area. 

He was too far away still. I considered throwing it. He looked at me, saw me waving my arms at him, and gave me a thumbs up. Then he stepped out onto the stage. 

I held onto his inhaler. I hoped that if something started happening, Harry would find a way to get offstage and get some assistance. 

Everything started out going well, but I could tell that Harry was a bit off. He was trying his best to put on a show but I knew how exhausted he was from all that had happened earlier. He was taking precautions with his voice, which was good. He knew that his throat was sensitive from earlier and he needed to limit himself. 

Then he started to sneeze. He sneezed twice in between Ever Since New York and Two Ghosts, and once during Two Ghosts' interlude. He motioned for the band to keep the interlude going a little bit longer and then he took a drink from a water bottle. 

I could tell after Medicine that he was wiped out. Medicine was one of the big ones where he'd put on a hell of a show, and after exerting himself so much he was starting to look tired. He took a minute getting to the B-stage after Meet Me in the Hallway, and as he stepped up to the stage he took a towel that was draped over the railing and sneezed three or four times into it. He shook his head, took a drink of water, then kept going. 

He let the crowd do a lot of the singing during What Makes You Beautiful. He sneezed four times throughout the entire song. Sign of the Times, he made it through perfectly, and then he came off the stage for a few minutes while he waited to go back on for the encore. 

Immediately I ran up to him and handed him his inhaler. He was a little out of breath but he wasn't wheezing. He had gotten a lot better because he was inside for a good amount of time, but he'd still been struggling a little bit. 

He took the puffer and administered one dose. After he was done, he said, "Those fuckin' flowers everyones' holdin' up when I walked down the path, my god, were not helping."

He chuckled to himself and tested out a cough. 

"I'm okay. I'm almost done, love. Then I'll sneeze my fuckin' arse off in the car, yeah?"

I nodded. "Sounds like a plan."