one direction preferences and imagines

preference 2/5 ~he gets sick while visiting your family~ harry and zayn

Harry:Coming down to Australia to visit your parents had been Harry's idea. He knewhow much you missed them and he felt bad for keeping you away from them for so long, no matter how many times you told him that this wasn't his fault.

It was a surprise, actually. He told you to get dressed in comfy clothes because you were going to the park, but instead of the park, he took you to the airport, where he told you about the trip. He had think about everything. From bags to telling your parents.

However, there was one thing that hadn't crossed his mind and was the reason to why you were in that moment feeding him a soup your mother made.

The first sign that Harry was sick came in your first night at your parents' house.

You two were getting ready for bed, after an amazing dinner with your parents when Harry suddenly felt ill. He ran to the bathroom and emptied his stomach, making you get worried.

"Harry, are you feeling better?" you asked, holding his hair out of his face.

You received a nod as an answer and nothing more. Right after, Harry said he must have eaten something that caused this and told you that he would just sleep it off his nausea. You made sure to be alert the whole night.

The second sign came in the morning after.

You woke up before Harry and when you touched his face, he was burning. You called your mom asking for a thermometer, which showed what you already knew. Harry had a fever.

After this, it wasn't really hard to know that Harry was sick. You just didn't know what he had.

He spent the rest of the day in bed, or in the bathroom. His fever coming down for a minute only to be back even higher than before. You were getting really worried and you wanted to take him to the hospital, but he refused to go.

"Harry, you need to go." You sighed; frustrated the he didn't let you help. "This is the only way we will know what has got into you and cure it."

"(Y/N), I already told you that I am not going." He mumbled, too weak to talk. "Now, why don't you go enjoy the day with your parents while I rest, love? I'm sure I'll be fine."

You knew he was feeling guilty for keeping you busy while you could be with your parents catching up, but you honestly didn't care and neither did your parents. All you guys wanted was for Harry to get better.

"There is no way I'm letting you by yourself." You told him. "I'm going to take care of you until you get better, which hopefully will be soon."

"But-"

"No 'but', Harry." Putting your hand on his face, you smiled softly. "I'm not leaving your side and there is nothing you can say to change my mind."

So this was how you ended up, hours later, seating on the bed and feeding him soup, which seemed to be the only food that he could kept on his stomach.

"I'm sorry for running this trip." He apologized again.

"Shut up and eat, Harry." You spoke, feeding him another spoon. "You didn't ruin anything."

"Thanks for taking care of me, (Y/N). I love you."

"I love you too, Harry." You whispered.

Zayn: He had been with the flu for a whole week and even though you insisted on rescheduling your trip to your parents' house, he insisted to go.

"Zayn, I really think it's for the best if we go other day." You sighed; frustrated that he was being so stubborn.

"Babe, I know that you are worried, but I'm feeling better." Cupping your face with his hands, he pecked your lips. "The fever has gone down and I'm not even coughing anymore. There is no need to reschedule."

You reluctantly accepted the fact that there was no way you two weren't going on this trip. You just felt bad, because you knew he was doing this for you and only you.

The first days back home were amazing and you were glad that Zayn was better and enjoying this trip as much as you. However, that happiness didn't last long.

It was your fifth day there when Zayn started to cough a lot and soon enough the fever was back.

"Oh my God, Zayn. You are burning!" you exclaimed, helping him lay on the couch.

"I'm fine, (Y/N)." he told you.

"Really, Zayn?" you asked in disbelief. How could he care so little for his health in times like this? It was obvious that he wasn't fine, but he still tried to convince you otherwise. "Just shut up and wait, I'll go to the drug store and buy some medicines."

You grabbed your coat and money, asking your mom to keep an eye on Zayn despites his complaints. The drug store was only two blocks away, so you quickly made your way to it and bought what you needed.

A part of you was annoyed with Zayn for being so stubborn and not listening to you when you said it was okay if you stayed. The other part wanted to hug him and help him until he was back to his normal self.

Obviously, you decided that for now you would do what the good part wanted. You could get mad at him after he was okay.

You got home very quickly and kneeled beside Zayn, asking your mom to grab a cup of water for you. Once she did, you gave him the medicine and the water.

"This will probably make you feel better and will make the fever go down." You explained to him, when he asked what he had taken. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him. Who takes a medicine without checking what it is first?

"Have I told you that you are the best girlfriend ever? Because you are." He told you, making you giggle.

"You are the best boyfriend too."