You felt your phone buzz, after finding it and picking it up you saw that Harry was calling you.
When you woke up that morning his face was pale and his eyes were grey, but of course like always, Harry was determined he wasn't sick and would go to the studio today. There was no way to stop him from going, so you told him to call you no matter what if he felt sick, and he knew how upset you'd be if he didn't so reluctantly he agreed.
"y/n, babe" Harry said on the phone.
"How are you doing?" you asked.
"I'm really not feeling great love" His husky sick voice trailed off, you knew there was something he wasn't telling you because he wouldn't have called you otherwise.
"Harry what else is wrong? Please tell me baby"
"Well, I kind of threw up just before but-"
"Oh Haz, please come home you can't possibly stay at the studio like that"
You heard a sigh over the phone before he finally agreed.
Harry slowly entered the house, his face completely washed out and a damp trickle of sweat across his forehead. You stood up and quickly walked towards him.
"Oh , gorgeous sit down" you said, placing the back of your hand on his very hot forehead to feel his temperature. He sat down at the table chair, one arm on the table trying to keep his head up. You took off his shoes and his long coat before again carefully helping him up and upstairs to your bedroom.
He collapsed onto your bed, clearly sick, exhausted from just walking up the stairs. You knelt down by the side of the bed, running your fingers through his hair "Baby sit up" you said helping him up again. You felt bad making him get up but you wanted what was best for him in the end. After he sat up slowly, you told him to get undressed whilst you went back downstairs to make him soup and a drink.
As you came back into the room again ,he was laying in bed half asleep.
"Harry" you whispered
"hm" he replied in a daze.
"I've brought you soup and some medicine" you said laying the tray on the side and sitting on the bed with him.
"Thank you babe" he said with a small smile, taking the glass of water and the pills. "I'm not too hungry though I'm sorry" Harry said again looking at the bowl of soup.
Suddenly, Harry shot up from the bed and sprinted to the bathroom, you heard the door shut followed by the sound of him throwing up again. Quickly you went along after him.
"Harry open the door" you knocked before he unlocked the door and let you in.
He sat there, on the floor his head in his hands whilst you knelt down to rub his back. "Oh baby, and here you were telling me you weren't sick" you said playfully before the both of you stood up and walked back to your bed.
You handed him another lot of medicine.
"I don't want that y/n it's disgusting!" he protested, even being as sick as he was he was still stubborn.
"Come on Harry you have to it'll help settle your stomach and stop you throwing up all the time" you said swiping his jaw.
"I'm not throwing up all the time" he said with a giggle before taking the medicine, his face turning sour whilst he swallowed it.
"See, wasn't that bad was it?"
"Awful"
You snuggled up with him under about 4 blankets and on top of a mountain of pillows. He wrapped his arm around you as you lay into his chest, the position that always made you both feel the most comfortable. He looked at you with his eyes still heavy but a bit more colour back in his cheeks.
"Didn't get a chance to say hello when I came in before" he said with a slight smile.
"Hello" you giggled softly, going in to kiss his lips.
"Woah don't kiss me y/n, I don't want you to get sick too"
"What does it matter? I want to kiss my boyfriend" you pouted.
"There's no way my baby's getting this sick" Harry said, before kissing you on the forehead.
"I guess that'll have to do" you said with another quiet laugh, cuddling into him more.
"I love you baby, thanks for looking after me" he whispered.
"Anything for you"
