| DON'T CALL ME THAT |

Chapter 14

"We're here!"

Silence.

I glanced over to where Harry was sitting and I forgotten that Harry fell asleep half way through the journey. I wonder if he got enough sleep. He looks pretty sleepy.

"Harry. Babe, you have to get up. Hazzy, please...?" He groaned, snuggling more into the window frame.

"What am I going to do with you? Love, did you get any sleep last night?" I asked. He shook his head. That's probably why he's sleeping right now. Poor thing.

"Don't wanna go." Harry mumbled.

"Okay. Why don't I drop you back to my house and you can rest there for the day. How does that sound?" He nodded. I started the engine and off we went to my house.

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Once we got there, Harry was fast asleep and it was literally impossible to wake him up.

I was about to pick him up when I felt a really warm feeling on the palm of my hand when I touched his arm.

He was burning up.

I got out of the car and carried Harry up to my room in bridal style as quick as I could. I didn't want his fever to get worse as it was bad enough.

"Hey, Hazza. I'll be right back, okay? I just gotta go get some medicine." He slowly nodded and I walked off.

I went downstairs as quick as I could possibly go, to get a thermometer, a bucket of cold but not freezing water, a cloth, a bottle of water and paracetamol, just in case he had a headache.

I ran back up to my room where Harry was sleeping, finding him quietly snoring with the bedsheets sprawled out.

"Hazza, Love, are you able to sit up for me?" I asked. He looked so fragile, like he would break in any moment.

"Y-yeah." Harry stuttered.

"Drink the water, Love. You gotta stay hydrated." I gave him the bottle of water and he gratefully took it and drank half of it.

"What d-do you think m-my Mum w-will say?." He stared outside the window of my bedroom.

"You're too sick, Love. You're forty degrees Celsius. I'll call your Mum and tell her that your staying the night here because your sick." I took my phone out and dialled Anne's number.

"Hello, Anne..... Yes, he's with me here. I was actually wondering if he could stay the night as he's a bit sick...... Of course...... Okay, thank you so much, Anne..... Bye, talk to you soon." I ended the call and glanced at Harry. His eyes were looking weary and his cheeks are all red.

"W-what did s-she say?" He managed to say. "What do you think, Love." I smiled at him. He gave me a tired one back but it was more than enough for me.

"I'll go get some spare clothes from my closet and you can go change, if you're able to."

"I'll m-manage."

I went over to my closet and took out a black Adidas sweater that I barely wore and a pare of sweatpants.

"Here you go, Haz. If you need anything I'll be outside the door, okay?" He nodded as I left the room, leaving him to change.

A few minutes later, I knocked on the door to see if Harry was done or not. It was already three in the afternoon and we still haven't eaten anything.

"Love, are you done?"

"Y-yeah." I opened the door to see a Harry with an over sized jumper. He looked so cute in it that I wanted to keep him hostage with me for my entire lifetime.

"Well, won't you look at that. The devil really is an angel in disguise. Or it the opposite way around?" I teased. He just put his head on my shoulder and I pulled him closer. I could feel him drifting into a slumber so I set him down on the bed carefully, trying my best not to wake him up.

I officially knew what was coming at me.

I liked him. And that's all I can say, for now....

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