Harry Styles One Shots

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

Niall's a dumbass btw

He told Harry you have a fever

He's in a tizzy

Her brain is mush as she reads the message after that, sent only three minutes ago from Harry.

I know we aren't talking right now

but I hate that you are alone and don't feel good

So I ran to the store during my lunch break and got some things

For you

Cold medicine and stuff

I'm just letting you know so you don't let it sit outside

Some of it's perishable!!

I'll just drop it off I won't bother you

Feel better

I'm always thinking about you

Miss you.

The weather is still treacherous outside, so the thought that Harry is just out in it right now drives her crazy. She huffs a breath, forcing herself out of the bed. Her limbs feel heavy as lead but she trudges through it, getting to the living room, and then to the door. The idiot! Why would he come all this way in such awful weather just to drop things off? She didn't need him risking his safety on these flooded roads just because she was out of sorts, whether she was pissed at him or not.

Her original goal had been to call him and yell at him for being so stupid, but then she hears the rustling of bags outside of her door and she realizes that he's already there.

Maybe it's the medicine, or maybe the fever is higher than she thought and making her make decisions that she would normally second guess a thousand times over. Whatever it is, she walks to the front door and yanks it open, huffing and puffing because the short trip had taken all of her stamina and snuffed it out like a flame between her fingers. Harry stands like a deer in headlights, staring at her all doe-eyed at first, before his brows furrowed and his face drops into a frown, "What are you doing out of bed?"

"It's storming," she said, matching his disapproving gaze, "Why are you out in such a bad storm?"

"I was just –"

"Being stupid," her voice sounded like there was gravel in her throat, and Harry grimaced, then his frown deepened.

"It's not being stupid if it might help you," he countered, standing up from where he'd still been hovering, "I know you don't want to see me, that's why I warned you, so you wouldn't open the door or something like you're doing now."

Y/N stared at him hard – since when did she say she didn't want to see him? She wanted nothing more than to see him, she just knew that she shouldn't. She couldn't, right now, that she needed to take some time to process this so that when she did see him, she wouldn't do something stupid, or say something stupid. It wasn't a matter of her not wanting to – not at all.

"Get inside," she pushed the door further open, ignoring how her heart squeezed when Ferret chirped brightly at the sight of Harry.

"But –"

"You aren't going back in that," she cut him off, "Get inside."

Harry does well to listen. He leans down to gather all the bags he'd just set on the mat outside of her door, and warily steps through the threshold into her house. She hates it, not because she doesn't want him in there, but because of how hesitant he seemed; not even three weeks ago he was barging in like he owned it. Now it feels like he's a stranger entering through the door, unsure of where to take off his shoes, if he should take them off if he's allowed to get comfortable here.