You sat back after a rough bout of morning sickness and caught your breath. You were thrilled that you and Harry were expecting your first child but the morning sickness was not doing anything for you. You flushed the toilet and stood up slowly. You walked back into your bedroom where Harry was still sound asleep. He'd been up with you the last several mornings you'd thrown up. This morning you didn't want to bother him nor did you have the time to react when you woke up feeling sick. You crawled back into bed and cuddled in close to Harry. He started to wake up feeling you move and pulled you in close and started to open his eyes. As soon as he did he regretted it. Pain shoot from behind his eyes and up through his head. He groaned shutting his eyes again.
"You ok honey?" you asked feeling concerned. Harry quickly realized that the only reason you would have gotten up before him was that you must've been sick and he hadn't been there.
"You got sick again didn't you baby?" he asked softly.
"I did, but I'm feeling better now. What's wrong Hazza?" you tried again knowing something was wrong.
"Just this headache," he explained. You put your hand to his head feeling for a fever but he didn't feel warm.
"You don't feel warm babe," you told him running your hand through his curls.
"I'll be fine it's just a headache. I'll take something for it and be ok," he told you.
"Do you want me to get you something Haz?" you asked him. He shook his head.
"No you should rest. I'll get some and be right back. We can watch a movie or something and be lazy. How does that sound?" he asked. You smiled.
"That sounds amazing," you replied. He smiled before getting up and leaving the room. Harry stumbled to the kitchen where he pulled out something for his head. He may have down played the amount of pain he was in. his head throbbed making him dizzy. The light wasn't doing much for him either. He popped the pills in his mouth and took a drink of water. He hoped that would be enough to ease the pain. He went back to your bedroom and laid down in bed pulling you close.
"What do you want to watch baby?" he asked softly.
"Anything really. We can find something on Netflix," you suggested. Harry nodded and flipped through Netflix before you both settled on something. You both laid there quietly but soon you noticed Harry's breathing get heavy. "Hazzy you ok?" you asked him.
"Hmm?" he hummed.
"You alright?" you asked again.
"Oh, yeah why?"
"You're just breathing really heavy. Is it your head still?" Harry hesitated. It was true his head was pounding worse than before. It hurt so bad he was starting to feel sick to his stomach. But he didn't want to alarm you.
"I'm ok," he lied. You weren't convinced.
"Harry."
"I'm fine," he told you again.
"You're lying," you called him out. He paused again thinking about what he was going to say. "Haz, it's ok. You can tell me." He sighed and relaxed a little.
"I think it's a migraine," he admitted. Harry was prone to migraines. It wasn't uncommon for him to get them and when he did they were pretty bad. They'd leave him throwing up all day in pain.
"Harry why didn't you tell me?" you asked sitting up. You couldn't figure out why he would hide it from you.
"I didn't want to worry you. You weren't feeling well either." You smiled a little.
"Honey, I'm fine. You should've told me," you cooed touching his head. He sighed and leaned into your touch. "Aww babe, you've got to be in pain."
"I'm starting to feel sick," he added.
"Let me get you some more medicine." You started to get up from the bed.
"No, please. Lay back down."
"Harry stop, I'm ok." He stopped and slumped back down onto the bed. You got up and went to grab some medicine for Harry's head and stomach. When you came back into the bedroom Harry was gone. "Harry?" you called out. You waited for a moment before hearing a weak response from the bathroom. You groaned knowing full well what you were going to walk in and find. Sure enough you walked in to find Harry sitting on the floor in front of the toilet.
"Y/N," he whimpered. You knelt down next to him. "I don't-" he was cut off by a quick gag before positioning himself over the toilet.
"It's ok babe," you whispered. He gagged hard again before his stomach sent up everything in it. With every heave Harry's head felt like it was going to split open. When he was finished it was all he could do was hold his head in pain.
"It hurts so bad," Harry cried. You felt terrible. You knew the amount of pain Harry must be in. He normally had a very high pain tolerance.
"Can you make it back to bed Hazzy?" you asked softly. Harry could only nod a little bit. You stood up before him offering him your hand. He stood up slowly and was overcome with terrible dizziness. He stumbled on his feet and you had to stabilize him before he fell.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled squeezing his eyes shut.
"You're alright Harry. Just lean on me." He didn't argue. You got him back to bed before grabbing the pills you left on the table for him. "Here Haz, take these." He took them willingly and took them with a swig of water.
"Can you close the shades?" Harry whimpered weakly.
"Of course," you told him standing up. You made it your mission to make it as dark as you possibly could for him.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"What do you need Haz?" He didn't answer. His head was pounding making it hard for him to keep a coherent thought. "Do you want me to lay with you?" you asked. He whimpered a little, which you took as a yes. You crawled back into bed with him and he put his head in the crook of your neck. "Poor boy," you whispered. You rubbed his back trying to bring as much comfort to him as you could.
"I'm sorry Y/N," Harry whimpered.
"Why honey?" you asked softly.
"I should be the one taking care of you," he started getting teary eyed.
"Harry, you can't help you don't feel well. It's not your fault." You told him. Tears started to fall from his eyes. "No, Harry don't cry. That's not going to do your head any favors." You rubbed circles on his back trying to reassure him. Harry's stomach clenched and pain shot through his head. He hiccupped through a sob trying to hold down his stomach.
"I think I'm going to throw up again," he muttered. You stood up slowly and grabbed the trash can next to the door and brought it back to him. He sat up and took it from you holding his breath in anticipation.
"You're going to be fine Harry. Just let it happen." You encouraged. He didn't have much time to respond before his stomach seized up making this terrible guttural noise as vomit shot up Harry's throat. "Oh baby," you cooed pushed the hair away from Harry's face. He was sick a few more times. The pain in his head was overwhelming. His vision started to get spotty.
"I feel like I might pass out," Harry slurred. You took the bin from his hands and pushed him gently back down onto the bed.
"Close your eyes and breathe." You instructed. Harry was still worked up from throwing up and his breathing was staggered. You held his hand in your own and slowed your own breathing down. "Match me Harry," you told him. Eventually you were able to calm Harry enough that his breathing returned to normal.
"Thanks," he sighed.
"Just take it easy. I'm not leaving you." Soon Harry found himself relaxed enough to get some sleep.
Not one of my better ones. Sorry about that. I also didn't reread it so any typos and spelling mistakes I'm sorry. I'll try to have a new story up in a few days or so.