Harry Styles One Shots

Part 3 of: When Y/n dates someone, they find their soulmate. . .it's never her

Someone who didn't even love him yet is meant for him.

And Y/N is left all alone.

Like always.

So who or what got her sick, she wasn't sure. Maybe the stress of everything had weakened her immune system, at least enough that someone coughing into the air and her walking through it took her out. It doesn't really matter though, does it? She's sad, and she's sick, and she thinks the universe actually has it out to get her. At first, she'd just been joking but this...this has just done her in. Maybe in a past life, she'd been a ruthless, cruel dick of a partner and this is her punishment for it; retribution for something she didn't remember would feel better than this just being the lot she was given.

There was no way she could go to work like this. Even lifting the upper half of her body from the bed felt like a test of endurance, so she didn't even want to consider the fortitude it would take to manage to get ready and then get to work. Y/N knew how to pick her battles, so she called her floor manager to let him know first, then called scheduling. She even offered to do her editing from home, if they would just email her the documents, but her manager (his name is Charles) tells her not to worry about it and focus on resting. She's thankful because she didn't want to do shit today, she'd just been offering to be nice.

After texting Eloise and Niall, Y/N forces herself to at least go wee in the bathroom. She's a little dizzy when she stands but she makes it unscathed and even gathers enough energy to brush her teeth and splash some water on her face. That's the extent of her abilities, however, because a headache tickles her sinuses she takes some medicine and rubs some cream on her chest to help suppress this awful cough that rattles through her chest.

Y/N is feeling a little miserable, and petulantly wishing that someone was there taking care of her. If she and Harry hadn't fallen out as they did, he probably would have – as soon as she would have messaged him that she was sick, he might have stopped by. Cooed and petted her, calling her a poor baby while he stroked the hair from her face and let her rest in his lap. He'd probably make her soup, and tea, and wake her up to take medicine and a bath, then let her cuddle back into his body to go back to sleep.

She doesn't get those things now, but she pretends, as horribly desperate and pathetic as it sounded. If Y/N closed her eyes, she could feel the warmth of his body beside her, and if she tried hard enough, she could imagine his voice. How he would click his tongue and pull the blankets over her body, "Now how did you catch a fever, silly?" He'd murmur, low and teasing, "You don't need to catch an illness for me to take care of you, you know? You could just ask."

It's easy to pretend, until Ferret starts walking over her body, pressing a claw right into the soft spot beside her belly button as if to say, "Snap out of it idiot, this is pitiful."

It's storming outside, the rain battering against her window is loud and the thunder rumbles through the sky. If there was ever a day to stay inside, today would be it, so she guesses, at least she has that going for her. Feeling the medicine do its job, it's easy to fade back into sleep, as she lets herself melt back into the mattress. She makes a mental note to take her temperature when she wakes up again if she can find her thermometer.

Y/N is in and out of it for a while, never sure for how long she's sleeping at a time. All she knows for sure is that around noon, her phone buzzes beside her head and for some reason, it yanks her from a dream. She blinks several times, still feeling like garbage but slightly better garbage as she crawls her fingers over to her phone. There are a couple of messages, some from Niall, telling her to get better, her mum with a recipe for the soup she used to make when she was little with a fever, and then one from Eloise that sticks out.