I was sick the next morning. Somehow I managed to get a 102 degree fever and I had to stay in bed all day. I moaned and rolled over on my side. It didn’t help considering I was feeling queasy too. I blamed it on the eggs I’d eaten yesterday morning.
“Knock, knock,” Harry said at my door. He would just let himself into my apartment, so I decided to stop locking my front door.
I looked at him and rolled back onto my back.
“How are you feeling?”
I wanted to start crying, “Like shit.”
“I’m sorry Maya,” he said. He came and sat on the edge of my bed. I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t make myself comfortable.
“Lay back down,” he said. I tried, but it didn’t help my stomach. Oh god. I jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. I puked into the toilet and he came in after me.
“Please Harry, you don’t have to stay,” I said clutching my stomach. He pulled my hair back for me.
“No, I’m going to. Whatever it takes for you to go out with me,” he said. He seriously wasn’t talking about that right now.
“So you’re only here because you want me to go out with you?” I leaned against the wall and held the bridge of my nose.
“Well, I wanted to make sure you were okay, I know I hate being sick.” Nice save.
I felt a tear roll down my face. Wow, the first time he would ever see me cry.
“Maya…” he said wiping it away. I burst into tears. I felt so sick, I just wanted to crawl up in a corner and die.
“Damn eggs…” I said.
“It’s okay…” he whispered. He tried to do something to comfort me, but I just inched away from him.
I tried standing up, but I got really dizzy. I held onto the sink and stood myself upright. I still felt tears falling down my face. Harry stood up next to me. He put his arm around me and led me back to my room. I crawled back into bed. He walked around to the other side. He took his shoes off and joined me. What the hell was he doing?!
“Shh…” he whispered.
“I don’t want to get you sick…”
“You won’t…” he whispered reassuringly, pulling some hair out of my face. My forehead was sweating and my hair was sticking to my face. I felt gross.
I bit my lip and cried some more. He stroked my arm and my eyes closed slowly. I fell into unconsciousness.
I woke up and Harry wasn’t next to me. My clock said 1:47. I moaned again and hid my face in my pillow. Where did he go? I wanted him next to me. Wait. I just met him yesterday and he had already been in my bed. What was I thinking?! Oh my god Maya… I slipped out of bed and I got a massive head rush. I stood still for a minute and walked into the kitchen. There was a note on the table from Harry.
Went out to buy soup, I’ll be back in twenty minutes.
The thing was I didn’t know when he left. He could have been gone for an hour. After that thought ran through my head, my front door opened and Harry walked in.
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Nothing More, Nothing Less (A Harry Styles Love Story)Fanfiction
Maya Hartman was never into One Direction. The twenty-six year old girl, living alone in an apartment in New York City and working at a girls' clothing store, was just never a big fan. That is, until Harry Styles moved into the apartment next to he...