Harry Styles Imagines

You're sick

You are woken up by the feeling of your stomach churning. You pop out of bed and rush to the bathroom just in time for you to be sick. Within seconds Harry has your hair in his hand while the other rubs your back. You lean back into his chest when you're done. He presses a hand to your forehead and his lips to your hair.
"Come on" he helps your shaky body stand and climb back into bed. You're eyes open to a bright room. Harry's not next to you. You feel like crying and whining like a baby. Your head aches terribly, your entire body is sore and shaky for no reason, your throat is scratchy and your nose is stuffed.
"You're awake" Harry says more to himself than to you after entering your shared bedroom. He leaves, you sit up with your back on the headboard, he returns with a tray of breakfast.
"I made you a smoothie and yogurt because I heard that helps your immune system. and eggs for protein. and toast for some carbs. And of course water because you need lots of liquids." He sets the tray over your lap.
"Awe baby, thank you." You smile "you're so sweet"
"Anything for my queen" he kisses your forehead before going into the bathroom and grabbing Tylenol.
"Thank you" you smile again. He nods before leaving the room, you assume he's going to clean up from making you breakfast. When you finish Harry takes the tray to the kitchen and returns to your room. You look at him with a pouty lip and puppy eyes. Your eyes start to water.
"I'm sorry bubba, what hurts?" He crawls into bed and you lay your head on his chest as he pulls you closer.
"My head and my body aches and my throat's scratchy and I can't breathe." You whine, close to tears.
"Just close your eyes, try and sleep" he coos, rubbing your arm up and down.
"You don't have to go to the studio?" You ask, trying to get your mind off your discomfort.
"No. I called in and told them I need to be with you." He whispers.
"You don't have to" you tell him.
"I want to" he kisses your head "no go to sleep" you close your eyes and eventually doze off. After a few hours you wake up in bed alone. You climb out of bed and walk into the bathroom. Harry is sat on the edge of the tub while the waters running.
"What're you doing?" You groggily rub your eyes.
"My mum said a bath might make your body ache less" he says as if it was obvious. You're heart melts a little after you put together that he called his mum, asking for help to make you feel better. He pours some bubble bath, you get undressed as you watch the bubbles grow. Harry walks behind you, taking a hair tie and putting your hair up into a messy bun. He kisses your shoulder sweetly before lighting your favorite candle. You step into the tub and you feel perfectly warm water surround you. Your body immediately relaxes. You don't even notice that Harry has turned out the lights and left. After a while you decide it's time to get out. You wrap your soft, fuzzy robe that Harry got you for your birthday around you. You find a note on the bed along with one of Harry's shirts. 'Movie and snacks in living room when you're ready' you read. You put on Harry's shirt, that is way too big for you, and some loose shorts. You go to the living room to find all your pillows and blankets on the ground along with a plate of fresh fruit and a bowl of popcorn. The only light in the room, coming from the tv.
"Harry" you're shocked.
"I wasn't sure if popcorn would hurt your throat so I got fruit too" he tells you from his spot on the ground "and I set up y/f/m" (your favorite movie)
"You're literally the sweetest." You laugh, sitting next to him, grabbing a strawberry "I love you so much. Thank you"
"I love you" he leans in to kiss you.
"I'm sick" you pull away from him.
"I'm sickness and in health" he quotes the marriage thing. You've talked about getting married before, but never serious conversations. You raise your eyebrows and laugh at him. He cuts off your laughter with his lips on yours.
"Come here" he lays down. You cuddle into his side. He tangles his hand into your hair as he rubs your scalp, easing your lasting headache.
"Thank you" you whisper as the movie starts.
"Yeah" he responds simply.
"No I mean, thank you for spending your whole day trying to make me feel better" you rephrase.
"I hate seeing you in pain. So I'm gonna do everything in my power for you to not be" he tells you.
"Are you even real?" You joke. He laughs. The conversation ends at that as you focus on the movie. You let your eyelids fall closed about and hour into the movie. After the movies over Harry lifts you off the ground, he carries you to the bedroom and sets you on your side of the bed, tucking you under the blankets.
"I love you so much" he kisses your forehead before he closes his eyes.