Excessive (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 24.

There has to be rule somewhere out there in the world that says people should not be woken up so early on a Friday morning, especially if it is cold. It has to be out there, in no way could I be the only person who refuses to leave the warmth and comfort of a nice bed to attend to other bothers outside of it. The cold air that fanned my face contrasted the feeling of warmth below the sheets of my bed.

Harry had stomped his way all the way down the hallway from his room and standing in front of my door. His powerful fists banging into the wooden door in an obvious outburst of anger and irritation. Once the door was open, his angry face took over my sight as his complaints of the night were flooded into my ears. I wanted to laugh almost at how childish he was being. If he was really as ill as he is telling me, then he could have came and got me up last night, although I wouldn't have been too happy about that, but either way he didn't so who's fault is that.

From the moment I left my room, to the second we were in the kitchen he whined and complained about everything that he thought was wrong with him. 'The bed was uncomfortable'. 'My head hurts'. 'My throat burns'. Anything that he could think of fell from his mouth. For some reason he decided that he would just keep piling all of his symptoms, thinking I would give him sympathy, but as of now I am thinking the opposite. Maybe he is bluffing it and his little cold is coming to an end considering he looks much better than he did yesterday.

His face had regained most of its color that it lost yesterday and his nose had cleared up, diminishing the stuffy sound it previously had. The weak body that he had worn yesterday seemed to fade away considering his powerful knocks on my door early this morning. Overall he looked better than he did yesterday, another day of taking it easy and he should be back on his feet and out of this house in no time. 

Once he finally felt that is was time to stop his rant, I decided to at least cook him breakfast considering he was working himself up an appetite. For some odd reason, I wasn't too hungry and decided to skip out on breakfast this morning while I cooked Harry scrambled eggs and toast. He watched me cook his food with stubborn eyes and kept his hands busy with his phone.

"Here" I said handing him the platter of food while he looked at me with tired eyes. He took a bite and let his shoulders slump in satisfaction he looked back at me while I began to clean the counter top.

"It's good" he said shoving another forkful into his mouth. I nodded and went back to cleaning as silence fell between us. The usual tension that was always lingering between the two of us was slowly disappearing now that he was sick and unable to throw out hurtful words to me. For once there was peace but I knew, I knew it was most definitely not going to stay that way.

"Would you like some medicine for your headache?" I asked watching his features turn confused before his eyebrows raised up. He nodded quickly and went back to the food on his plate.

I walked over to the cabinet and grabbed the Tylenol that were sitting in the bottle. Once two had fallen out of the tube and into my hand did I twist the cap shut and put it back in the cabinet. I grabbed one of the beers from the fridge and placed both in front of Harry. He nodded and took the pills down dry making me wince and suck in a quick breath.

"You shouldn't do that" I said leaning away from the counter with a look of disgust on my face. Harry looked up with a small smirk and amused eyes. "What if it gets stuck or something. When you're sick, your throat is much more dry than it normally is so it could easily become stuck without something to chase it down." I said reciting the exact thing my mother used to always taunt my father with.