Harry Styles Imagines

Broken Sickness 12.3

It's here. I'm sorry that it's not going to be up to standard. People have just been complaining about part 3 taking forever and how they haven't got their requests yet. Some of you do need realise I have a life out of wattpad and I'm currently still unwell with my leg. For the rest of you, I hope you try to enjoy it, sorry it's so late.

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I woke up to hear snoring from the end of the room. It wasn't overly loud but I was a light sleeper and any noise could wake me. Seeing as though the lights were out and I didn't have a lamp, I resorted to find my phone to use as a torch.

After discovering it hidden under my pillow, I used it as a guide to get me to the lights. As I switched them on, my heart skipped a beat when I spotted Harry.

His body had been curled up against the beanbag and little goosebumps scattered his arms. His head was hung low and his eyes shut tightly as he continued to snore.

I began to feel guilty that he had taken care of me last night and now I had made him sleep on a beanbag too small for his tall lanky figure. I crouched down to his level and placed a kiss on his forehead, all my evil and hateful thoughts of him vanishing.

He began to open his eyes and soon I was met with sleepy vibrant green eyes. This had been the sight I had missed the most, better yet; craved.

"How are you feeling?" He asked with his raspy morning voice. He brought his right hand to my forehead, examining it before a grin spread across his lips.

"I feel fine."

"Your fever has gone down," he muttered, dropping his hand from my forehead. I bit my lip and averted my gaze to my comfy looking bed, comparing it to his little beanbag.

"Did you want to sleep properly?" I asked, standing up and making my way to my bed. It was only 4:30am and I still wanted to catch on some sleep.

"I-I don't want to cross any boundaries with you," he mumbled, biting his lip and drooping his head down.

I rolled my eyes at him and patted the spot next to me on the bed. "You already crossed the boundary by coming here first of all so might as well get yourself comfy."

Seeing his eyes light up with hope and excitement was sweet and all but that didn't exactly mean I was ready to let him back into my life like this. I knew I was making a mistake by getting this close to him because I know very soon I'll get attached. But I just couldn't hold myself down. It was hard to stop loving someone who had become your whole world.

He laid on my bed next to me, both our backs to the mattress and looking up at the ceiling. There was a distance enough for another body between the two of us and frankly, it was awkward.

"Hey..." He trailed off. I closed my eyes and hummed in response to what he wanted to say next.

"Do you remember the first time we had...sex." I opened my eyes wide in shock and surprise of his words. I didn't expect the first conversation of us laying in a bed together to be about sex.

"Too far,"

He was silent again and I could tell he was still staring blankly at the ceiling as if in deep thought of something. What happened during our first time that I don't remember?

"D-do you remember the last time we had sex?" He mumbled again. This time I decided to roll on my side because he was beginning to annoy me with all the sex questions.

"Go to sleep, Harry."

"I will, I just ne-want to know...that's all. Not that it-"

"Three weeks ago okay!" I could sense he was onto something but I didn't care enough to want to hear what it was at this hour. I needed to rest to kill this annoying flu.