Twisted Truth (Sequel to "Twisted Words And Twisted Lies") [Harry Styles Fanfic]

Chapter 45:

“Do you know what flavor you would like for your wedding cake?” Gina asked us. I quickly spoke up before Harry could talk.

“We brought a cake design with us that our friend drew up.” I said handing her the sketch.  I was having lunch with Perrie and Zayn one day and I asked him to draw me a design to bring here today.

“That is beautiful.” She said. I nodded and smiled at her.

“Can we get three different flavors for each tier?” I asked her.

“Of course we do that all the time. Do you care which tier is which flavor?” She asked. I looked over at Harry and could tell he had an answer with her.

“The first tier can be the Chocolate Devil’s food cake with vanilla buttercream and fresh raspberries. The second one can be the Red Velvet with cream cheese filling and the third can be the White cake with lemon buttercream and fresh raspberries.” Harry smiled at her.

“Okay we can do that. Let me get a piece of paper and I will write down exactly what you want.” She smiled. We nodded and she walked away leaving Harry and me to ourselves.

“We still need to get her to sign the confidentiality agreement, so she doesn’t leak information to the press.” I told him. We didn’t want any of our wedding details to get out unless we want them to, so management helped us come up with a contract for people to sign.

“Okay well let’s get started.” Gina said coming back to the table and pulling up a chair with her to sit down.

Harry and I just arrived home and I’m now in the kitchen trying to figure out what I want to cook for dinner. Harry went to bed as soon as we got home. He is absolutely shattered. Once I decided to cook tacos for dinner I went upstairs to see if Harry was okay with that. When I got upstairs to our room I noticed that he was lying on the bed in only his boxers. His skin looked moist a he seemed restless. I walked over to him and climbed on the bed and sat next to him. I placed my hand on his forehead and he is burning up with a fever. I swear this flu is kicking his ass. When we think he is getting better he gets worse again. I shook him until he woke up.

“What?” He asked with a slight attitude.

“You need to take a cold shower. You’re burning up.” I said ignoring his attitude.

“I don’t want to. I just want to sleep.” He groaned.

“Well i need to bring your fever down, so you need to at least sit up so I can cool you down with cold wash cloths or something.” I told him. I understand he doesn’t feel good and just wants to sleep, but he needs to know I wouldn’t have woken him up for no reason.

“Fine.” He hissed and sat up so his head was resting on the pile of pillows. I got off the bed and walked over to the bathroom and grabbed some wash cloths. I quickly put them under cold water and then squeezed out all the excess water before heading over to Harry. He is laying there with his eyes closed, btu I knew he wasn’t sleeping since his breathing wasn’t even. I climbed up on the bed and scooted over to him and placed one cloth over her forehead and another one on his stomach and chest. He hissed when the coldness touched his skin, but I didn’t apologize. I knew he wasn’t well enough to go cake testing today, but he convinced me that he was fine so I let him go and he is back to being bed ridden since he is so sick.