Turning Grace- A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 75

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Harry's POV

I finish my paper. I get up and head to the shower. I can't believe I've been laying here all morning. I look at the clock, make that all day. It's almost 4:30.

I turn on the water and turn around to get my toothbrush. Damn, I look like shit. I brush my teeth and then take off all my clothes. I turn the knob for the shower and then step into the warm water. It runs over my body warming me. I didn't realize I was so cold. I turn the hot water on more. It feels amazing. I just stand there letting it relax me. Why does every muscle in my body feel like I just got the shit beat out of me? I wonder how Grace is doing. She didn't text me back. Does she feel like this? No she said her throat hurt. My throat is fine.

I'm not sure how long I've been standing here, but I can feel the water start to cool. I quickly shower. As I dry off I feel like I'm going to start shaking. Why is it so fucking cold in here?! I throw on sweats and a hoodie and walk back to my bed. I get in and pull my covers up. I just need some sleep. I close my eyes.

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When I open my eyes, I see it's 7:00pm. I'm absolutely on fucking fire! I throw off my blankets, and I'm drenched in sweat. My head is pounding and now my throat hurts. Awesome, Grace and I are sick. I sit up, dizziness setting in. I grab the edge of the bed trying to steady myself. I reach over to my dresser, pulling open a drawer and reaching inside for a T-shirt. I don't trust myself to stand up. I pull my hoodie over my head. I've done this a million times, but today it's so fucking hard! It takes all of my energy to put my T-shirt on, then I fall back on my bed. I can feel my hair sticking to the side of my face, not sure if it's sweat or still wet from the shower.

"Goodness honey! What the hell happened to you?!" I hear Lizzie say, as she walks into my room.

All I see is blackness as I lose consciousness.

Grace's POV

I wake up and I'm in my bed. I can see from my window it's dark outside. What is going on? I feel horrible! Did I hurt myself? My knee hurts. Takes too much energy to pull back my blanket and look. Why am I so weak? I'm totally sweaty gross. So flippin' hot! I throw off my blanket and just lay there staring at the ceiling.

"Hey, how you feeling?" Dad walks in and sits on the edge of my bed.

"I think I hurt my knee." I mumble, looking over at him.

"Yes. Gracie you're sick. I walked in a while ago and you were laying passed out on the floor. Do you remember?"

"No. My throat hurts."

"I gave you some Tylenol to fight the fever. Looks like it finally broke. You should drink your water."

I roll over and try to reach for the glass. I bump it with my clumsy fingers, almost knocking it over. Dad reaches out to steady it. He picks up the glass and motions for me to sit up. Easier said than done.

"Here, I'll hold it for you. It's been almost enough time if you need to take some more Tylenol."

"Where's Mom?" I ask, forgetting she was going out with Max to buy his Halloween costume.

"She should be home soon. Are you hungry? I can bring you some toast, or a banana?"

"No. I'm not hungry. Just tired. Let me have the Tylenol."

Dad holds out the cup for me to swallow the pills. The water is so cold in my mouth. I can feel the coolness of it all the way down as I swallow. After I take the pills, I fall back on my bed. Every movement is so much work! I close my eyes. Sleep.

Harry's POV

It's 10:30 when I wake up this time. My digital clock is the only light in my room. I am freezing again. This fucking blows! I see someone left me some water on the table by my bed. I'm so thirsty, I chug it down, water spilling down my chin onto my shirt. Damn, the swallowing is horrible on my throat.

I reach down to the floor by my bed and grab my hoodie. I put it on over my shirt and get back under the covers. I hope Grace isn't feeling like this. I must have strep or something.

I reach for my phone that's laying on the bed next to me. Nothing from Grace. I see a text from Jeff.

*hey man, wanna go to the skate park?*

That was 5 hours ago. I text back.

*sick as shit man*

There's another text, from a number I don't recognize.

*Better back off or someone will get hurt*

What the hell? Who would send that?! I start to text back, damn, my head is killing me. It's gotta be Derek or Jeff fucking around.

*fuck off*

I put the phone down on the blanket and close my eyes. I just want my head to stop pounding.

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Grace's POV

I wake, startled by a loud thump next to me. I look over and see PJ has knocked over my water and is busy licking it off my bedside table. The clock says 3:30.

Is it day or night? I look towards the window. Dark. It must be 3:30 in the morning. My throat's still killing me. I wonder if I can make it into the bathroom to get more water?

I slowly sit up. So far so good. I give myself a minute before I swing my legs to the side of the bed. As I'm sitting there, I glance at my phone. I wonder if Harry texted me?

*always I want to, and soon we will*

What the hell does that mean? I can't even think straight. Were we talking about something? I text back.

*what dou u make*

That doesn't look right. I just throw the phone down and grab my water glass. PJ runs out of my room as I try to stand up. Oh hell no, this was a bad idea.

I stumble to the doorway hugging the wall to keep from falling. I can see the bathroom, looks like it's miles away. That can't be right. Isn't it just across the hall?

"Jesus Gracie! What are you doing just standing there all pale and weird looking?! Scared the shit out of me!" Ryan says, walking down the hall.

"Do you need something? Want me to get you water?"

I mumble something and Ryan takes my glass. He leaves me standing against the door frame, then returns in a minute with my glass filled with water. Ryan puts me back in bed. I take a few drinks then roll over and close my eyes.