This Relationship of Ours (+Extras)

harry taking care of mia when she's sick

Anonymous asked:

No no wait bc imagine in Mia and Harry's dom/sub days if Mia was feeling sick but they had plans to see each other and it had been a while so she felt really bad canceling plus she also just really wanted to see him because she missed him. And she was just planing to tough it out but when she got there she felt worse then before and he could tell something was up so eventually she told him she didn't feel good and he'd be all "you were really gonna let me fuck you while you're damn near on your death bed" ....do you think he would take care of her?🥺

YES!!! HE WOULD TAKE CARE OF HER!!!

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Harry's condition with Mia's health is the same as his condition with her studies. They always come before her relationship with him, and this is something he's spoken to her about multiple times. So when she doesn't listen to him and she's coughing up a storm after they've come back from dinner, Harry does have the right to be a little upset.

"I'm not upset at you for being sick," he says when he can clearly see that's what she's thinking. He's stepped away from her, and she's unsure if he's just that mad or he's avoiding her germs. "I'm upset that you didn't consider telling me that you're sick. Am I just supposed to read your mind?"

"No," Mia answers, crossing her arms. "Can you come back to bed? I don't have the plague, you know?"

"Even if you had the plague, you wouldn't tell me."

She thinks about this for a moment. "Yeah, you're right about that. It's just a little cold. Plus, I've got allergies. It's not that serious."

Harry shakes his head and finally sits back down besides her (though he's still keeping quite a distance, she bitterly realizes). "This thing we have," he starts, and Mia knows she's in for it, "relies on communication and you need to tell me when you're not feeling well, because you can't let me assume you're fine. I don't think it's fair that I wasn't told of your cold and decided to take you out for dinner."

She knows what he's talking about. The weather's becoming cooler, dipping into the 50s, and that mixed with the dress she decides to go for just makes Harry even more irritated at her choices.

Mia wraps her arms around herself. "But I haven't seen you in a while and you're only here for a few more days, sir."

Harry sighs and then bends down to grab her ankle and put it in his lap. He works on the buckle of her heel, letting the shoe fall and then doing the same to the other.

"And," Mia says, reaching over and holding onto his blazer's collar, running her thumb over his soft jaw, "my master plan was to get you sick so you can't leave either." She's smiling wide at him when he glances at her incredulously. "It's a good plan, right?"

Her hand feels slightly warmer than he'd like it to be. Mia's eyes flutter shut when he presses the back of his hand against her cheek. "You're warm."

She's still smiling, but Harry's suddenly noticing the light pink blush on her face. "So are you. Can you take your clothes off?"

"Christ's sake, Amelia."

"What?" she asks innocently. She scoots closer to him and rests her forehead against his shoulder, holding his blazer between her fingers. "Can you blame me? I missed you, sir."

Harry takes a deep breath and slowly wraps an arm around her, using his other hand to lightly scratch her scalp. His annoyance is slowly dissipating, becoming replaced with concern when he hears how labored her breathing is.

"You've got to get in bed," he says, his voice now quiet as if not to startle her. "The quicker you get better, the quicker we can have some fun before I leave."

He feels her shake her head against shoulder. "We're just wasting time then."

"Amelia, I always come back."

Her grip on him tightens. "I know. But it's been so long."

Harry opens his mouth to mention that she's gone longer without seeing him and she survived, but he realizes nothing like that will satisfy her.

She's not going to listen to him, so he'll just do it for her. Gently, he holds her shoulders and tugs her away from him, just far enough to be able to look down at her face.

"Did you take medicine?"

"No."

Lord give him the strength to deal with this woman. "And why not?"

"Because I don't have the non-drowsy kind. If I take it, I'll fall asleep."

Perfect. He stands up and helps her sit against the headboard, gesturing to her knees. "Pull them to your chest."

"No," she says, suddenly tired, but doing it anyways. Harry smiles a bit at that, removing the blanket from under her and pulling it over her body instead. He heads to her bathroom and glances through her medicine cabinet for the cold/flu medicine. When he returns with it, she groans.

"I said no," she insists, but Harry still carefully pours the thick red liquid into the medicine cup. "Can you give me water at least, sir? Since you're so keen on torturing me?"

No matter how sick she is, Mia will not change. So he gets up and gets her a bottle of water from the fridge and returns with it, sitting besides her again.

He holds the disposable cup to her mouth and carefully places his other hand under her chin. "All of it," he tells her strictly. "Not a single drop left."

"This counts as cruel and unusual punishment, by the way."

"Just drink it. Christ, you never shut up, do you?"

Mia tilts her head back and laughs softly. "I would never shut up."

Her eyebrows furrow when she swallows the medicine, eyes shut tightly. Her hand is tightly holding Harry's shirt and she shudders, pushing the cup away once she's done. "Fuck." He bites back a smile at her dramatics and holds the bottle of water to her lips instead. She drinks nearly half the bottle before pushing it away as well. "Fuck!" she says again.

"That wasn't so bad," he says pleasantly, getting up to rinse the cup and tuck the medicine back into its cabinet.

"You should take some too, then," she shoots back, tucking her blanket under her chin. "Or...at least come here and sit with me, sir."

Harry can do the second thing. He removes his suit coat and shoes, turning the lights off, before slipping into the bed besides her. She immediately slides closer to him, taking his hand and putting it in her lap.

"You're getting warmer," he says quietly when she tucks her head against his neck.

Mia's shoulders tremble as she laughs before breaking into a fit of coughs. "Are you saying," she whispers when she's done, "that I'm hot?"

"Fuck's sake. Just go to sleep."

She's still laughing silently to herself. When she can't keep her head up any longer, Harry slides his arm around her and pulls her over his lap, letting her head rest on his thighs. She's still cold, it seems, judging by the way she tugs her knees up to her chest immediately. He passes his fingers through her hair, adjusting the blanket every few seconds.

"I'm getting my germs all over you," she whispers, barely audible through her heavy breathing.

Harry glances down at her, tucking her hair behind her ear. "That's alright," he answers quietly.