The Bad Boy

Chapter 41

Stephanie's P.O.V.

         I wake up in the middle of the night, freezing cold but sweating. My whole body aches, expecially my head and throat.

"Harry." I whine.

He makes a sound similar to "mmprhh." And then let's out a ferocious snore. I kick him and he rolls over to face me.

"Hello?" He says, his voice deep and sleepy, his eyes barely open.

"I think I'm sick. Can you get me some ice or something?" I ask.

He yawns. Why doesn't he have morning breath?!?! His breath smells like mint.

"Yeah, come out and lay on the couch." He says, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

I follow him slowly out into the dark living room. I sit on the couch while he heads into the kitchen. After a few minutes he returns with a glass of Sprite and a baggey of ice wrapped in a towel.

"Thanks." I mumble, getting an awful feeling in my stomach.

"Everything okay?" He asks.

"F***." I gasp and then scramble to the half bath in time to wretch into the toilet. Harry follows me in and grabs my hair back from my face.

I rock back onto my heels, leaning back onto the wall.

"You might want this." Harry says, handing me a black hair band.

I pull my hair up into a bun on the top of m head and then Harry hands me a freshly wetted cold wash cloth. I hang it around my neck.

"F*** F*** F*** F***ity F*** F*** F***." I sigh.

"And you can now never tell me not to cuss." Harry smiles, sitting on the now closed toilet lid.

"Not the time for joke. I hate feeling like this." I groan.

"If you're done yecking we can go out to the couch." Harry suggests, waving his arm to the open door.

"Yeah, I don't think there's anything else in there." I say as he holds out his hand.

I take I and he pulls me to my feet with a tug. Then he helps me to the couch before getting a pillow from his bed for me to lay on.

"I'm freezing." I say, my teeth chattering.

"Here." Harry says and helps me to my feet again so he can wrap me in a huge fuzzy blanket like a baby.

My teeth keep chattering.

"Wow you are really cold." He says, his eyebrows coming together in the middle and his forehead wrinkling.

He sits down on the couch, his knees bent and legs splayed wide. He pats the area in between them and I sit down, leaning back against his chest. Then he pulls another blanket over me. I place the ice over my eyes, then drift off.

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When I open my eyes in the morning, there is a rancid taste in my mouth and my whole body aches. I am still freezing.

"Mmm." I groan and shift a bit.

"Are you finally awake?" Niall asks, coming into view.

"Yeah, where's Harry?" I ask, noticing I am now leaning on the less preferable couch instead of him.

"Working out. He wanted to be back by the time you were awake." Niall says. "Oh, I have a question."