Harry styles Book 3

Trying to care for him

I reached over Harry and switched the alarm off before peppering his face with kisses as I do every morning he is with me. When my lips reached his forhead I felt the hot sensation from it.

So I stood up went into the bathroom grabbed the thermometers and headed back with a cool wet rag in tow.

I sat in front of him in the little space he gave me.

"Harry love I need you to wake up for me and open your mouth and lift your tongue," I tell him as I brush his hair back, out of his eyes.

"Why?" he groaned and rolled onto his back

"I asked nicely and I do beileve someone is sick" I replied as I watch him wiggle around before his eyes flutterered open. He looked at me and groaned then turned away and went right back to sleep.

I placed the oral thermometer down and turned on the rolly one. Once it was at zero I glided it across his head waiting for the beep sound.

Once that happen I pulled it away right as he swapped his hand at me

"Stop it" he whined

I looked at the little screen

"Baby you have a fever of 101," I tell him

"I am no sick woman I am tired so will you please let me be" he grunted

I folded the rag into a long rectangle before I placed it on his forehead.

His hand came up grabbed the rag and tossed it.

"Will you go away?" he asked not once looking at me or attempting to.

"I am trying to take care of you as you do me when I am not feeling good" I reply as I get up and walk over to where he tossed the rag and picked it up before grabbing the oral thermometer and took all three items in hand and placed them back where they go. Hanging the rag up to dry, and wiping the gliding thermometer down before I placed it alongside the oral one.

I turned off the bathroom light as I walked back into our bedroom.

I went to get him comfy but he grabbed my wrist, opened his eyes and looked at me

"If you don't leave me alone I will go to a hotel and sleep" he threatened

"Fine you don't want me to care for you then suffer," I said as I jerk my wrist from his hold.

"Can't suffer if I am no sick?" he remarked

I rolled my eyes and went to get ready for work.

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When I walked back into the house Harry was right on the couch looking like shit, he was only in his boxers with a fan in his face.

I hung up my keys and removed my coat before hanging that up in the coat closet and toed my shoes off.

"Where did you go?" he asked once I sat at the far end of the couch

"Work" was all I said as I sat there looking at the tv not really watching it but just staring.

"I tried calling you but you didn't anwser," he said

"I was busy at work Harry" I replied

"I am sick, and I want you to take care of me" he stated

I looked at him

"What?" he asked

"You want me to take care of you?"

he nodded

"funny."

"How?"

I sighed and stayed staring at him

"I tried to take care of you this morning but you got pissy, and threated to go to a damn hotel to sleep."

He pouted at me then moved and came over and curled up practically in my lap which I didn't care I have held him in my lap so many times.

"I am so sorry, I was tired and I cranky" he whined as he laid his head on my shoulder and buried his face in my neck.

"Cranky my ass you was being a right down mean jerk," I tell him

he sighed and cuddled closer before fully sitting on my lap and acting all lovely and needy.

"I am sorry, please take care of me, I need you" he begged and pleaded

I nudged him so he would lift his head and look at me which he did and I kissed him softly.

"Never pull that shit againor you will suffer and take care of your ownself" I warned

he nodded and kissed me.

I got him up and back to bed where I tended to him and help rid of his fever and made sure he had what he needed.