Harry styles headcanons

6- emetophobia

Honestly this book might just somehow turn into a doctor/ sickfic book... for the harries out there. If you'd like that then please lmk and if you want Harry and someone else then just lmk!

Tw: sick

You suffered awfully with emetophobia, it effected your every day life. And littlest of things were capable of making you feel sick. And yes, you were afraid of that: afraid of being sick. Afraid of seeing sick and especially afraid of smelling it. It hounded you every day and was sometimes exhausting to deal with.

Harry had cooked you and himself a lasagna and it was delicious, but immediately after eating it, you felt sick. It was strange, you had never felt so sick before however you shrugged it off assuring yourself you were fine and that you were just overreacting.

You laid down, the warmth of the bed comforting you and easing your stomach as Harry clambered into bed beside you, his arm instantly wrapping around your body pulling you close to him "I love you. So much." He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead and you smiled gently snuggling into him as you hummed softly "love you more and most" you said quietly into which he smiled, peppering kisses along your forehead

"Impossible" he whispered "I love you more than that" he teased softly starting to rub your back, humming a soft tune as he knew it helped you sleep, your breathing slowing down as you fell into a peaceful sleep wrapped in his warm comforting embrace.

~

You awoke to your stomach twisting and turning forcing you to bolt right up as you gripped onto your stomach, it felt queasy, like you were on a rollercoaster going down a steep drop for eternity. Your anxiety picked up, your breathing growing heavier, your eyes pricking with tears as you turned to Harry shaking his shoulder as tears welled up in your eyes

"Babe?"

He whispered confused, his voice groggy and tired as he blinked a few times in confusion however as he noticed the streaks of wetness on your cheeks he quickly sat up turning the bedside lamp on as he quickly got out of bed "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry" you whispered, his large hand gently resting upon your back as he rubbed up and down, his fingertips soothingly massaging your skin "don't be sorry. It's okay. What's wrong? Hm" he asked softly as you took deep breaths, afraid that if you spoke anymore you'd puke, as he gazed at you, concern visible on his face a sudden recognition formed on his face "you feel sick?" He asked your frantic nodding confirming his question as he immediately pulled you into his arms, gently and carefully as you rested your head on his shoulder

"Take deep breaths for me okay? In and out... big breaths... like this," he exaggerated a breath making you follow his breathing and you did so, trying to calm yourself down but soon enough the all to familiar feeling consumed you once again as you covered your mouth fear consuming you and he didn't ask simply helping you stand up as he rushed you into the bathroom, your knees buckling as you collapsed onto the ground, his arms remaining around you making sure you didn't fall as he knelt down beside you as you practically emptied your insides. He took a hairband from the basket near the bath as he gently tied your hair into a pony tail, before he continued to rub your back slowly and gently "good job... good girl... I'm so proud of you. You're doing so well" he soothed calmly and gently "I-I don't like it... I- I don't want to feel sick again" you sobbed out, the fear being far too much for you and some may call you dramatic or whatever but this was a genuine fear that you couldn't stand

"Baby it's okay. The worst part is over. Just get out whatever you can-" you shook your head cutting him off "no! No I can't I can't please make it stop" you whispered another flow of vomit gushing out of your mouth and he rubbed up and down your back some more, helping sooth you a little bit "hey hey if you puke it all up you'll feel so much more better, I assure you. It's all going to be okay. I promise." He said softly and quietly gently smoothing some of the hairs from your temple off of your forehead "you're doing so well. You're okay."

After a while of simply sitting there waiting for the sickness to pass you began to feel better, he flushed the chain for you, grabbing a small cup from near the toothbrushes, washing it out before filling it with water and helping you take little sips from the cup his free hand gently stroking against your head "you're so brave. I'm so proud of you." He said with a gentle smile as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"Thank you" you whispered resting your head on his shoulder "That was so scary" you murmured and he nodded his head "I know, but you got through it you did great"

~

He then helped you get into clean pyjamas, pulling the covers away for you as you got into bed laying down into which he immediately covered the blankets over you, tucking you in before he got in beside you, wrapping his arms around you tightly and securely, his hand slipping underneath your T-shirt as he used the warmth of his hand as a comfort for your aching stomach and just with that comfort you were able to fall into another peaceful sleep... as long as you were with him you'd be just fine.