Y/N POV
I woke up, feeling no one beside me. Where is Harry?
I rolled over, seeing the bathroom door shut and the light on. What is he doing up at 3 AM?
I stood up, running my fingers through my hair, then knocked on the bathroom door. The only sound I could was groaning and a sound as if he was... Puking?
I quickly opened the door, seeing Harry bent down, throwing up. I quickly rushed to his side, rubbing his back. Once he stopped puking, he looked over at me with tears in his eyes.
I pulled him into my arms, rubbing his hair and calming him down.
"Come on, let's get you to bed." I whispered. He nodded and followed me into the bedroom. He laid down and I put a warm rag on his forehead.
"I don't feel very well." He mumbled, breathing out. I feel so bad for him.
"I know, baby." I kissed his cheek and crawled into bed beside him.
"I'm cold." He spoke. I instinctively cuddled him into my side, his head laying on my chest.
He fell asleep quickly, with his arms wrapped around me and his head on my chest.
