Jace Norman and Henry Danger Imagines

cough drops - henry hart

Request by: bankss_girl

As we all sat in the Man Cave, I couldn't help but notice that my throat was beginning to hurt significantly by the hour. I stand up, walking over to the food shooter, tapping along the screen to find anything to help with it. I notice tea as an option, and I quickly begin to make it. 

"Tea? I thought you hated tea, Y/N." Henry said walking over to me, watching the tea getting made from the glass door. 

"I do. It's just my throat is starting to hurt and it's all I can think about right now." I say caressing my neck softly. 

"If you're getting sick, stay as far away from me." Jasper said standing up from the couch and moving to the other side in which where I wasn't sitting. I roll my eyes, grabbing the hot cup and taking a seat beside Ray. 

"Me neither." Ray scooted away.

"Ray, you can't get sick. You're indestructible." Henry added, sitting beside me. 

"Oh...right." He smiled, "Sucks to be you, Y/N."

I stick my tongue out at him and sip on the nasty tea, but felt a bit of relief when the liquid went down my throat. 

"Maybe you need some cough drops, I know I have some at my house." Henry offered and I immediately shake my head no. 

"No way. They're even nastier than tea. I'm good." I tell him taking another sip of the tea, and I couldn't help but scrunch my face in disgust.

"Come on, it's not that bad. And it'll help more than some hot tea." 

I still shake my head no and Henry sighs. 

He begins to drop the subject and we continue to all talk on the couch. It wasn't before long that it was getting late and everyone had began to go home. I had promised Henry though that I would come over and help with his Chemistry assignment tonight, so we headed to his house together. 

"So it was only two questions that you needed help with?" I ask Henry, sitting on his bed and grabbing his binder. He nods, digging through his desk for some reason and I begin to look over the questions. 

It was still hard to focus from my throat that was currently on fire. It was now becoming hard to talk and I just wished that this pain would go away soon. 

I look up to see Henry coming towards me with three cough drops in his hand, offering them to me. 

"No, I told you Henry, I don't like them. Especially the cherry ones, those I definitely hate the most." I tell him, looking back down at his work. But he continues to stand there, holding them out for me. 

"You'll feel so much better, Y/N. Please? For me?"

I had always had a soft spot for Henry, and if had ever needed anything from me, I would do it in a heartbeat. Especially when he begged. But this? No way. 

"No, Henry. That's the last time I'll argue with you about this." I say, writing the equation he needed to do for the question down on the piece of paper. 

"Why do you hate them so much? Do you have like trauma or something?" He asked sitting beside me and I laugh. 

"No. The taste just makes me gag and I'd rather be in pain than having one of those in my mouth." I tell him, ignoring his stare across from me. But then I hear him begin to unwrap one, which instantly made me look up at him. 

"Don't you even think about it Hart." I say closing his binder and scooting farther away from him. But he just smiles, taking the cough drop out of the wrapper and bringing it closer to me. 

As an instinct, I smack it right out of his hand and watched it fly across the room and onto the floor. He looks at it sitting on his floor and back to me. 

"No way you just did that."

"I'm serious Henry. Keep that shit away from me." 

Not even a second later, Henry pushes my back to the bed making me let out a small 'oof' and watch him climb on top of me. 

"Henry, don't."

I tried to get out from under him, but he was way heavier than me and he was sitting on my stomach which made it hard for me to get him off.

He begins to unwrap another one and I try to fight him off, but he grabbed my hands quickly with one hand, keeping them on my stomach. 

If it wasn't for the fear of him giving me the cough drop, I would have been thinking about the position we were in right now. I tried to ignore how close we were, or the butterflies that were currently in my stomach. 

He pushed the cough drop onto my lips, and eventually he was able to get it in my mouth. As he towered over me, his face held a celebratory expression but it was quick to go away when I spit it out, hitting his face. 

"Y/N! Just eat the cough drop!"

"I-would-rather-die!" I say in between breaths, trying to get him off of me. 

"You are actually a pain in my ass."

"Ditto." I say back trying to hit him, but he continued to block it. He laughs at my attempt to hit him and I begin to laugh too. 

After some time, I decide to give up and when the last cough drop hit my tongue, I keep it there. 

"Was that so hard?" He said, but I only give him a look of distaste from the cough drop. He laughs, finally getting off of me.

While the taste was horrid, it was actually making my throat feel a lot better. I huff at his face of 'I told you so' and grab his binder again to look back at the questions. 

Even though I wasn't happy that he was right, I couldn't help but smile.