Y/N feels sickly.
Also, a little achy, and cold and hot at the same time, and her head was killing her. She just didn't feel well one bit.
Harry had taken it upon himself to take care of her, going over in the mornings to spend his day with her to try to cheer her up - at least emotionally. (He didn't mind if he got sick as well). He's missed two days of classes already, but he doesn't really care; just focused on getting Y/N healthy again.
On this particular morning, she'd been all the way underneath the covers, shivering even though it was a good 75 degrees in her apartment. Harry walked in, tossing off his shoes and toddling to her bedroom.
"Honeyyy", his voice was very sing-songy, trying to lighten her up from the get-go. "How're you feeling today?"
She shuffled out from underneath the thick blankets, struggling as she sat up against her headboard. "Not too good. My throat hurts", she rubbed it, "and I feel like I'm on fire but also like I'm about to freeze."
"Oh, that's no good, is it?" Before going over, he'd stopped by the store and gotten a thermometer for her. "Come on then, let me check your temperature." He places the tool in her mouth, watching the little red rod rise to its highest point. "Oh, honey, you have a fever." He pouts as he removes the thermometer from her mouth. "Have you been taking the medicine your doctor prescribed?"
Y/N shakes her head. "I didn't last night or this morning because it's all the way in the kitchen." She reaches towards the door for emphasis. "And I don't want to get out of bed. M'too weak."
Harry's face pinches together. "Why didn't you call me? I could've came back over last night."
"You're already doing so much by taking care of me and feeding me soup and making me drink lots of fluids. I didn't wanna seem like a burden."
"You're not a burden, baby." His face falls, sitting on the bed and rubbing her leg that was underneath the covers. "Anything you need, you call me okay? What else are boyfriends for?"
Y/N giggles, although it turns into a nasty cough which Harry sympathizes with her for, kissing her forehead before getting up and returning with her pills and a Gatorade.
"Here you go, button. You need to be taking these antibiotics every day, yeah? We need you better."
Y/N thanks him with her eyes as she swallows down the pill, taking extra sips of her Gatorade because for some reason her throat doesn't hurt when she drinks it. "Thank you." Harry walks over to the other side of the bed, getting under the covers with her and leaning over to kiss her. "Hey! What're you doing?"
"Kissing you?", Harry says like it's obvious.
"You can't! I'm sick, remember?"
"I don't care, sweetheart."
"You will when you're feeling all disgusting like I am." She gestures down at herself, coughing for emphasis.
"I haven't kissed you in days. Think I'm gonna go mad pretty soon. I miss it." He pouts, grabbing her hand and lightly squeezing it, running his thumb along her knuckles.
"I know, I do too." She pats his hand with her other. "But I probably won't even be good to kiss right now. M'all congested and stuffy, and my mouth probably tastes like germs."
Harry chuckles at her description, pinching her cheek softly. "Well, you need to get better fast then so I can get back to kissing you." He brings her hand up to his mouth, peppering his lips on the back of it. "And a few other things."
Y/N's eyes widen, surprised he still wanted her in her sickly state. "I miss sex." She blows air between her lips, her hair moving around her face. "We haven't had it in a while and not even just because I'm sick! You were ignoring me all last week." She pulls the blanket up to her neck, only her head showing and she crosses her arms to accentuate her flustered state, even though Harry can't see it.
"M'sorry, button. I was studying for that big biology test." He rubbed his knuckles against her cheek. "I promise when you're better I'm going to give you the fuck of your life."
Her eyes are like saucers, a tingle moving inside her there because she'd forgotten what it felt like to be horny. She throws the blankets off her, suddenly feeling very hot and climbing into his lap, pressing her cheek against his chest.
"Being sick is so dumb", she whines, fisting his shirt in her hand.
"I know, baby. I know." He rubs her back - like he knows she loves - pressing hard on the down stroke to release any knots she might have and gently grazing on the up stroke.
"That feels good", she closes her eyes, body feeling like mush as she relaxes into his chest further. Within seconds, she's asleep, drooling a bit onto his shirt. Harry moves her off him, tucking her under the blankets before giving her a sweet kiss on top of her head and walking to the kitchen to make her some soup. Chicken noodle or tomato? As he makes the decision, he hears her soft feed padding into the kitchen, thankful she was wearing thick socks because the tile was very cold. She had a blanket around her like a cape, wrapping it around his body from behind as she hugged him, pressing her cheek to his back. "You know, we could still have sex. I can just be on my stomach so you don't breathe in my germs."
Harry loves this sick girl.
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