"Y/N, I still don't feel well." Harry said, pouting as he got up from your shared bed, following you into the bathroom like a lost puppy.
"I know babe, go into the living room and sit down, I'll be there in a minute." You told him.
"But I want to stay with you, you make me feel better." He sighed, wrapping his arms around you while you picked up your toothbrush.
"I won't be long Harry, okay? I just need to brush my teeth and then ring my boss."
"Your staying home with me?" He asked, a smile on his lips.
"Yes of course, I'm not just going to leave you here on your own." You smiled.
"Good because I don't have much energy and I wouldn't have wanted to argue so you probably would have won and gone to work, although I want you here." He smiled, sniffling as his nose was now a more tinted shade of red.
"I like you taking care of me," he whispered, rubbing his eyes as they streamed, his eyes continuously watering.
"Go and get settled down in the living room." You said, rubbing his back as he nodded weakly and began his journey to the living room.
You brushed your teeth before going into your shared bedroom to call your boss.
Harry had been ill for the last few days and your surprised you haven't caught his illness at how many cuddles you had to give him. When you were in bed trying to sleep, he complained he couldn't sleep and ended up practically sleeping on top of you as he found it more comforting to have you as close to him as possible.
"Y/N?" Harry calls from the couch groggily.
You left the bedroom as you finished phoning your boss to tell her you couldn't make it into work today, to see what Harry needed.
"Harry? What do you need?" You asked, entering the living room to see him sitting on the sofa in just his boxers, shivering.
His eyes were watery and red rimmed and his nose was completely red as he stayed within reach of the box of tissues you had.
"A blanket and a cuddle please." He whined, cutely.
You picked up the blanket from the other side of the couch, passing it to him as your hand came into contact with his skin, noticing how warm he was.
"Harry, your burning up, are you sure you want this blanket?" You asked, concerned.
"But I'm cold." He said, sniffling as he picked up a tissue.
"Oh Harry, I'll get you some medicine." You said, handing him the blanket as you went to get some medicine, a bottle of water from the fridge and to prepare him some breakfast.
After doing so, you headed back into the living room to find Harry rubbing his eyes yet again as they watered.
"My eyes won't stop watering." He complained.
"I know baby, but you need to stop rubbing them or you will make them water more." You told him, handing him his medicine and bottle of water as he gratefully took them.
"I know, but it's hard." He sniffled.
"I think I've got hay fever." He commented and you nodded.
"So do I, now come on, eat your breakfast." You told him, handing it to him.
His breakfast currently consisted of some fruit and a yoghurt as he wanted to continue to eat healthy.
"Will you feed me please?" He asked, looking at you through his watery eyes expectantly, making him look innocent.
