Harry: "Why? Why would you do this to me? You cried clinging to your pillow. That was your only comfort at the moment. "babe what's wrong?" Your boyfriend harry asks walking in with a bowl of soup. "I think my tonsils hate me" you state while shoving your face into the covered mattress. "Aww well if you eat some of this your throat will feel better" he sets the tray down on the nightstand and crawls next to you. "promise" you say holding out your pinkie. "promise" he says a bit too confident crossing his finger with yours.
Idek what to do for the other boys. Any ideas?
