Unfaithfully His [H.S. & Z.M.]

TweLve

Chapter 12!! When did we come so far? :')
Plus I know that Arabella shouldn't have thought of Harry the way she did at the end of the previous chapter, but that's the point of the story. Her character will develop eventually, she isn't used to these kinda things and she's having mental & emotional instability. I'm sorry if it was upsetting :(

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"Bella, drink this!" Harry screams for the hundredth time.

"It's smelling so bad Harry! I'll die... of cold than.. d-drinking that stuff." I cough up.

Shortly after I laid down next to Harry, my stomach churned and I threw up all over his floor. Thankfully the carpets were taken off to clean. The noise of my vomits woke him up. He kept asking me what's wrong until I puked all over his stomach and legs. It was funny to see him 'ew' at the white stuff, that's the only good thing about my throw up. After that he bathed for a long time, applied strong cologne and stayed five feet away from me.

He ordered me to clean myself up and called a cleaning brigade to sanitise his room. For an hour or so he was wearing a surgical mask, slippers and gloves, spraying 3 bottles of room fresheners and muttering to himself.

"The cook said it'll help with your cold and stomach crisis." Harry sits besides me. "I don't want another Niagara falls on my floor, and it doesn't smell that bad."

"Oh really? Then why are you pinching your nose?" I rolled my eyes. No way I'll drink that.

"I'll shove it down your throat!"

"Not happening!"

"Urgh, don't be so difficult."

"Don't be so keen."

"You're acting like a child."

"You're acting like my mum!" I break into violent coughs.

"Oh fuck, not again." Harry places the glass on the table and rushes besides me, rubbing my back.