*Harry's P.O.V*
*next morning*
I was sitting at the dining room table drinking some tea and thinking about my mum and dad. I can't believe I've been this long without telling my parents about Aeron. Not only will they hate me, but they could hate Aeron as well. Oddly enough their reactions aren't the ones I'm scared of. Gemma is the main one I'm afraid to tell. She'll go balistic when she finds out. I sigh and took a long drink of tea, then put it down on the table and wrapped my fingers around the mug. I sigh as I hear someone coming down the stairs.
"Hey Hazza, how are you this lovely evening?" Liam asked taking a seat next to me.
"Horrid, I haven't told my mum, dad, or Gemma about Aeron." I say.
"Wow, that's bad. Especially since Gem doesn't know. She's going to have a panic attack." He says.
"I know. Liam help me, I don't know how to tell them?" I ask.
"Well, you have to tell them before tour starts Sunday." He adds.
"I know, just help me please?" I beg.
Liam got up from the table and walked around the living room. He does this other times to calm himself down, so I left him alone. I took the last drink of my tea and went to put my mug in the kitchen, but Liam grabbed me by my shoulders and roughly sat me down.
"I've got it. We'll have a dinner party. Niall hasn't told his family about Liz, so we'll invite your parents over and tell them then." Liam exclaims.
I thought about his idea. How are we going to pull off a dinner party on short notice? Liam better hope this works.
"Well, I don't know, what if noone can make it?" I ask, worriedly.
"Give them a shout. I'll go tell the others."
With that, Liam got up and ran upstairs to inform everyone about the party. I got up and put my mug in the kitchen then went to call my parents and Gemma. When I got to the room, Aeron was still asleep. The blanket wrapped tightly around her body, showing almost every curve. I smile to myself knowing she's mine. I went to my side of the bed and pulled my cellphone from my jeans. I had a few notifications and checked those quickly before finding and dialing my mum's number. She picked up on the third ring.
"Harold Edward Styles! Why haven't you called me? It's been nearly 3 months since we've talked? What if somethinghad went wrong?!" She hollered.
I held the phone away until she finished and brought it back to my ear.
"Sorry mum, I've been really busy as of late, but we wanted to invite you, dad, and Gem to a get together this Saturday?" I ask worried about her answer.
"Harry, it's on such short notice and I don-" I stopped her.
"Please mum, it's really important?" I beg.
She let out a sigh.
"Fine Harry, but you'll have to call your sister."
"Thank you so much mum it means alot." I say.
"Your welcome sweetheart, just promise me noone's pregnent." she jokes. "I don't need grand kids."
"Yes mother, noone is pregnant." I agree.
We said our goodbyes and hung up. Aeron was stirring around. I pressed my hand to her forehead to move a strand of hair, but it was hot to the touch. She was sweating like crazy as well.
"Aeron, sweetheart are you alright?" I ask.
"No, Harry my stomach hurts and I feel like I'm going to throw up." She complained.
"You may be coming down with the flu. Would you like me to stay home with you? We were going to go out and get some things for our dinner party Saturday." I ask her.
"Harry I don't want you getting sick and disappointing the fans. Go and get what you need, I'll be fine by myself." She groans, coughing roughly at the end.
"I don't want you here alone if your sick." I reply.
"No, Harry please for me?" She begged.
I sigh knowing I can't say no to her. I got up and slipped on a pair of jeans and my purple Jack Wills hoodie. Not bothering to put on a shirt. I pulled on my Converse and slid my phone inside my pocket. I walked back over to her and kissed her forehead.
"Kepp your phone close and I'll call in twenty minutes okay?"
"Harry go. You don't need to get sick and stop kissing me when I'm half dead." She ordered.
"I love you." I whisper.
"I love you too. Now get out." She croaked, coughing hard.
I stood up and left the room. I hope she isn't to sick.
*Aeron's P.O.V*
As soon as I heard the front door close, I ran to the bathroom and threw up. Violently puking, I felt my head pund. After 10 minutes of throwing up, I finally made my way back to the bedroom. I feel like a mess. I called Eleanor and she picked up on the first ring.
"Hey Aeron? Harry texted me to keep an eye on you." She said.
"Eleanor I don't feel to well. Can you take me to the doctor tomorrow?" I ask, coughing.
"Why tomorrow?" She asks.
"Because I'm not completely sure that I'm sick or not." I explain.
"Alright. I'll come to your room bright and early tomorrow morning. Be ready." She says. "What do you think is wrong?"
"It's probably just a minor cold. Nothing major." I assure her.
"Okay well, I have to go before Louis goes insane. He thinks I'm talking to my mum. Goodbye Aeron."
"Bye El. Thanks." I say before hanging up.
I fluff the pillows behind and lean against them. I hope it's a minor cold. Please let it be a minor cold.
