I groaned as I heard my phone ringing again. My head hurts like a bitch and my nose is stuffed to the extreme. I feel horrible.
I grabbed my phone after blindly trying to reach it several times.
"Hello?" I said groggily.
"Baby, where have you been? I've been worried sick for the last couple of hours." Harry's worried voice came through the phone.
"Oh Harry, I'm really sorry, I didn't hear my phone."
"That's okay, tell me are you okay?" He asked.
"Not really." I shrugged.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I'm really sick." I said rubbing my eyes.
"What exactly are you feeling?" He said, hearing rustling on the other end.
"Stomach ache, back pain and everything in between. Coughing, sneezing." I replied.
"Oh poor baby, I'll be over in a few okay? Don't get out of bed and stay put." He said and it sounded like he was getting into his car.
"Harry you don't have to come over, I know you had plans tonight and all." I said after sneezing.
"Nonsense, I'm coming, just try to stay under the blanket until I get there." He said strictly.
"Okay, I love you." I said laying down under the warm blanket.
"I love you more." And he hang up.
As far as I was concerned, there wasn't anything worse than the flu. Ask me three days ago, and I would have told you that rush hour traffic, obnoxious co-workers, and ferris wheels were up there with terrible things. But now, with my head spinning and my body constantly switching from hot to cold with no warning, the flu had definitely taken the number one spot on that list.
I opened my eyes momentarily, letting my hand reach around on the couch for the remote. If I were going to die here in the living room of my flat, at least it would be with some dignity and the sweet sound of netflix as background noise.
"(Y/N)?"Harry's voice sounded around the apartment half an hour later. "I'm sorry I'm late baby, I had to get you some stuff."
"Oh love you look horrible." He said, a grimace on his face.
"Well thanks," I mumbled out, sarcasm intended. "I feel fantastic."
He let out a laugh and looked at me with admiration. His face, which was marked with concern and care, felt too close for comfort. I probably reeked of sweat thanks to the fever.
"Why didn't you tell me you were this poorly?" He muttered, his hand coming to cup my cheek. His hands were cool from the winter, providing much needed relief for my hot face.
Why didn't I tell him? Well–there were a few reasons, really. For one, while I hadn't been dating Harry very long, I'd definitely learned that he was the type of guy to overreact. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but if I told him that I had a fever or the chills or any type of illness, I wouldn't have put it past him to show up like this, but likely with a medical team or strap me into his car to take me to the doctor.
"I'm okay," I told him, forcing a small smile on my face, which only seemed to make my entire body hurt more.
"(Y/N)," He sighed as he stood up from the couch. I watched him as he took off his wool coat and the scarf that was around his neck. He tossed them to the armchair besides us and moved my legs to make some room for him to sit.
"What are you doing? Don't you have plans with Mitch tonight?"
He ignored my question as he fixed my blanket to cover me more, up to my neck and down to my toes, smoothing out the wrinkles, looking over at me once he thought he did a good job. "No," he said. "I've got plans with you."
"I'm sick." I reminded him.
"I'm aware," he nodded, a smirk crossing over his lips as he reached for the remote on the coffee table, flipping back to the home screen of netflix. "But I'm obviously not going to leave you here to deal with this on your own."
He wasn't even looking at me–his eyes were on the TV as he searched for something to watch. And what got me was that he said it so matter-of-factly–like there wasn't anything else he'd rather do than sit with me on the couch and watch a movie while I tried to take enough medicine to stop my head from pounding.
He'd been like this from the day I met him–kind and caring and sweet. Willing to go out of his way for someone if it meant that they'd feel better.
"Friends or How I met your mother?" He asked, his eyes still on the screen as I stared up at him lovingly.
"Friends." I answered as I watch him flip through the episodes.
"Okay, you stay here all warm and cozy. I'm gonna go and make you some soup." He put a kiss on my forehead and stood up.
"Harry you don't have t-" He cut me off.
"Shhh, just lay back and watch Ross go nuts." He wiggled his eyebrows before grabbing the bag he brought and walking out of my bedroom.
I chuckled shaking my head. I love him so much.
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"Okay, here's your soup." Harry walked in, carrying a tray with a bowl of soup, a steaming green tea, a heating pad, and some Ibuprofen.
"There you go baby." He said putting the heating pad on my tummy.
He then put the soup in front of me. It was chicken, my favourite.
"Thank you Harry." I smiled gratefully at him.
"You're welcome, baby." He said pressing a kiss to my forehead before plopping down beside me on the bed.
He grabbed the spoon and started feeding me.
"Harry I can eat by myself." I chuckled as he put the spoon into my mouth. Mhm, delicious.
"Shut up, I'm feeding you." He smiled before putting another spoon in my mouth.
After a few minutes of him feeding me and watching Ross freak out over Joey and Rachel dating, the whole soup is gone.
"Okay, now here's your tea." He grabbed the black mug he got for me and handed it to me.
He made sure I drank every last drop of it before taking the tray away from the bed and put it on the beside table.
"Okay now time for your medicine." He said grabbing the Ibuprofen and handing it to me.
I swallowed and rubbed at my eyes. The last thing I wanted to do was take more medicine, but if it meant I'd maybe feel a bit better, I was willing to try it.
He headed towards the kitchen and came back with a glass of water.
"Alright," he cooed, reappearing with a tall glass of water and a smile on his face. "You have to drink at least half of this."
"Why?" I asked, taking it from him carefully so as to not spill the liquid.
"Keep your fluids up," he said with a shrug, obviously. "The more hydrated you are the better your body will work."
I let out a short laugh, "okay, Dr. Harry."
"Sarcasm is a good sign," he leaned forward to kiss my forehead. "Means you're healing."
I rolled my eyes, plopping one pill in my mouth and taking a swig of water. "Doesn't feel like it."
He furrowed his brows at me, a serious look coming over his face. "Maybe Dr. Harry could do something else to make you feel better," he said.
"Not when I'm sick you asshole." I laughed putting the glass down making him chuckle.
"Okay now get some rest," He said laying down beside me, trying to kiss me on the lips but I moved my head just in time.
"No Harry you'll get sick too." I whined hiding my face from him with my hands.
"I don't care, I missed you." He forced my hands away and kissed my lips eventually.
"You're a dork." I smiled sheepishly.
"But I'm your dork." He replied back lovingly.
"I love you Harry." I said snuggling up closer to him.
"I love you more, baby."
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Hi guys! Hope you're doing well.
So I'm sick and I took inspiration from that when writing this shot lol.
I wish I had a Harry to take care of me like that :,(
Anyways, I hope you liked it - M x.