She | A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 7

I sniffled and crossed my arms as my computer played my show on Netflix. Chills ran up and down my body as my face burned with a fever. My stomach ached like something could come up my throat and out of my mouth at any moment. Last night, I wasn't feeling well, but I didn't think I would actually be sick. Harry was supposed to help me with my audition today, but that's clearly not happening. Sofia knocked on my door and slowly came in. I sickly looked up at her, pausing my show.

"Aww, my poor baby." She said as she walked over to me. "I'm not going to hug you, but I brought you some toast." She gave me the plate. I smiled as I took it and laid it on the bed.

"Thank you." I managed to say. She sat down on the edge of my bed and sighed as I took a bite from the dry toast.

"I couldn't find any pineapple juice, but I'll go get some later."

"You don't have to... Did your editor like your article?"

"Yes, actually. They told me that they were going to post it on the front page of the Los Angeles Times and on their website." I chuckled as she smiled at me.

"That's great! I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you!" Her smile grew and she stood up. "Isn't Harry supposed to come today?" I picked up another piece of toast and shook my head.

"I can't have him come over when I'm this sick. I mean, look at me." I looked pathetic from how sick I was. I also didn't want to get him sick. My phone went off. Sofia grabbed it and smirked.

"That's a shame because I think someone really wants to come over." She turned my phone toward me and I saw it was a text from Harry. It said,

Hey, are we still on for today?

I groaned and took it from her hands.

I can't today. I've come down with something.

"This sucks." I groaned and placed my hands on my face. I felt bad for brushing him off, but in the end, it doesn't matter. We're not supposed to have Harry Styles at our house.

"Well, he seems to still care." I looked back at my phone and saw he texted again.

Are you okay?

I didn't text him back. I didn't need to give him my sick update as if he was my friend. My stomach started to hurt again and I put my phone down on the small table by my bed.

"Aww, he's worried about you. Tell him you're not dying." I looked up at her and shook my head.

"He knows I'm not dying." She rolled her eyes and started to walk away. "Besides, I don't want him to come over here and risk getting sick."

"Oh, come on. You're literally cuddling with the bear he gave you."

"No." I protested.

"Fine. I'll leave you alone to watch Vampire Diaries while you wallow." 

"Thank you," I said as she walked out of my room and shut the door behind her.

I was about to play the show, but my stomach started to feel worse. Nausea came over me like a wave and I quickly threw the blankets off of me and ran into my bathroom. I opened the toilet and held my hair back while the puke left my mouth. My throat burned and I sat there for a second, waiting for any more that might come. I hated throwing up. I sat against my bathtub, waiting for another wave of puke that might come, but it didn't. Maybe I just needed to get it out and then I would be fine. There was a small knock on my bathroom door and I looked up at it.

"Yes?"

"Are you okay?" The voice asked.

"I'm fine, Sofia. I'm going to take a shower."