Colorful (H.S) | ✔️

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"Ugh," I groan, grabbing yet another tissue. "I hate this." 

"Damn, who knew you could sound even sexier?" Harry grins, handing me a small cup full of medicine. 

I cringe. "Ew, you know I'm sick, right?" To prove my point, I blow all my snot into the tissue, then toss it in the trashcan next to my bed. I take the cold medicine like a shot, quick and easy. The thick liquid takes a minute to slide down my throat, and I reach for a glass of water to help. The cherry flavor burns at my throat, worse than alcohol. 

"You shouldn't have ran out in the rain," he scolds, taking the cup and placing it on the bedside table. I send him an appreciative smile and rest my head on the mountain of pillows. Everything hurts. There's a dull pain in my sinuses and my entire boy feels weak. 

"I'm sorry," I sniffle. "I didn't mean to ruin our last day together." I can't help but pout. I'm so stupid. I wish I didn't act like an idiot and get sick. We could have been doing something more fun than having Harry nurse me back to health.

I picture Harry as a nurse. I giggle as the image pops into my brain. He'd be wearing one of those sexy costumes girls wear on Halloween, not scrubs like a normal nurse. Yet, he'd still manage to look good because he always does. 

"What's so funny?" His voice is laced with amusement as he warily eyes my face.

"I think the meds are messing with me," I giggle. He doesn't question it, and I'm glad. I can't imagine explaining the image to him. Maybe he'd actually wear it...

"You should rest," he crawls into bed, regardless of my protests.

"You'll get sick and then you'll get everyone on the plane sick!" I argue. He doesn't care. He presses his lips to my forehead before snaking his arms around me. I bury my head in his chest. Even though I don't want him to get sick, I do appreciate the warmth he gives off. 

"Tell me when you're leaving," I mumble before sleep takes over me.

Harry's P.O.V

I stare at her cute face. Is it even possible to look cute when you're sick? She does, she always looks cute.

Her red nose and rosy cheeks suit her. I take a moment of appreciation for my ability to see color, something that wouldn't be possible if I never met her.

I kiss her forehead and she stirs in her sleep. She doesn't wake up and I let out a breath of relief. 

My phone buzzes again and I'm so close to throwing it out of the window. I'm sick of my damn manager calling me over and over again. I'm already coming back, what more does he need? 

"Shit, Harry turn it off," she groans before turning around, her back facing me. I freeze for a moment, hoping she didn't wake. When her breathing evens, I relax. 

I realize I should probably answer his damn call so he can stop bothering me. I climb out of the warm bed and step into the hallway. El mumbles something from the bed but goes back into a deep sleep. 

"What," I snap into the phone.

I hear a light chuckle. "Someone's in a mood," Tom, my manager, says lightly. He's seen worse, so I guess he isn't affected by my attitude.

"You would be too if your damn manager called you a million times. Christ, do you know how to take a hint?" I try not to be too loud. Sleeping beauty needs her rest. 

"Well, maybe I wouldn't have to call so much if you just picked up your damn phone."

"What do you want?" I say flatly.