How do you think Harry would be if you were sick. Not the cute sick, but the coughing a lung up, snotting all over yourself sick?
I think heād be a dear anyways.Ā
Weāve all had our sick days in which we sound like a dying animal and we feel and look gross with fever and we cry cause weāre just so ill. Heād be a dear, basically moving into your place for as long as youāre sick and too tired to fend for yourself. Making you his mumās chicken soup, making sure your fridge is stocked with your favourite things for you to enjoy when you can taste again, and always careful and caring, taking your temperatureĀ āYouāre burninā, petā His eyes furrowed in worry.Ā āWould yeh like some more soup?ā But youāre not hungry and quite frankly youāre tired of soup, no matter how delicious is is. All you want is a cuddle. Having him there tend for you is melting your heart, but you know he shouldnāt be getting any closer than he is, he canāt get sick.
Itās killing him as well, to not be able to kiss you proper and sleeping on the floor next to you instead of on your bed spooning you. But youād made him promise to keep a distance, at least until youāre not thatĀ ill.
Your coughs would wake him up in the middle of the night, cold and shivering and heād run to fix the A/C so that itās not as cold in your room as well. You know he gets hot fast, so youāre apologising profusely when you see him laying on the floor, sheets off and shirtless so heās not as hot.Ā āIām sorryā you say through a runny nose, wiping away snot and sneezing almost immediately. The fever and coughing not letting you fall back asleep.Ā āThereās nothing tābe sorreh foā ā He smiles at you. He gets up once again and youāre confused. He comes over and sits at the edge of your bed, fingers moving away stray hairs off your face āLet me make yeh a brew. Tāhelp yeh sleep, yeah?ā all you can do is smile at this sunshine life has placed in your way.Ā āThanksā you say, though it sounds more likeĀ āfanksā due to your clogged up nostrils. And Harry breaks the distance rule, by coming to drop a kiss on your forehead.Ā āHarryyyā you whine.Ā āI know, i know. Iāll be right back, loveā he sighs and walks off to make you a cuppa. When he comes back, he moves his makeshift bed closer, so you can at least hold hands through the night. All he knows is the moment you look a bit better, heās kissing you till he runs out of breath.
