Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences Book Two

You Convince Him To Take The Day Off

"Harry, why are you awake at seven in the morning?" you mumble, tiredly smoothing out your hair. "Got an interview..." he mumbles, his voice raspy and eyes tired as he slides a shirt over his head. "Harry, you sound awful and yesterday you were about to faint," you sit up and gently tug him back to the bed. "Let me make you some tea, you need rest." He shakes his head, sloppily zipping his pants. "Can't...don't want to miss an interview," he mumbles, stumbling for a second and gripping his head. "Harry." you repeat firmly, jumping up and all but pushing him onto the bed. "Sleep. I'll call Paul and make you tea. I'm not letting you go out like this, you're really sick, babe." He finally sighs, nodding as he crawls back under the covers, tossing his shirt off to the side. "Mmkay, thank you...come back and cuddle with me, please," he says softly, his eyes tired and dark. "Of course."