Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

"Warm Enough?"

Being sick sucks. The flu, just a cold, a stomach bug. Whatever it is, it absolutely, always and undoubtedly not fun to have.

So the flu had struck you, and it was around noon when you were hit with a few cold flushes. The cold flushes were the worst - because once you hit cold, you were shivering and nauseous.

You were feeling slightly blessed however - since Harry was actually home this week. Sure, you were pissed off that you were sick while it was your time together, but it was better than being stuck home, by yourself, and with the flu. You knew that if you had been by yourself, you would've almost killed yourself from dehydration - and not on purpose.

You hadn't moved since you got it. Every part of you ached so getting out of bed wasn't an option. Harry had been bringing you water even though you couldn't exactly keep it down most times.

He sat with you, brushing your hair back as he sighed.

"Are you warm enough, my love?" He whispered, green eyes on you and filled with concern.

You nodded in response, your hand finding his as you laced your fingers with his.

"Thanks for taking care of me Harry."

"Anytime babe. That's what I'm here for."