"How are you feeling?" I sat on the bed on Harry's side after he woke up.

"Bored." He cracked out hiding his face under my shirt against my stomach.

"Harry!" I chuckled pushing him back.

Harry's been sick for three days now and it's been amusing and tiring to take care of him!
I found out he's all whiny and grumpy and it's kinda funny because he keeps making faces all the time when I don't allow him to get up so he gets extremely bored just watching TV or scrolling down the laptop. It's also a bit annoying because he's always asking for things, his appetite has strangely increased a lot and he's always hungry so I've cooking a lot of food for him.

Today he's finally feeling a lot better after the doctor came here yesterday and gave him some stronger medicines though he warned Harry to cure the cold properly otherwise his voice could get some damage. So he's still in bed at this hour while I prepared lunch.

"Are you finally joining me in bed today?" He smirked, the color back to his cute cheeks.

"What are you talking about? I sleep with you every night and spend a lot of time in the room with you so you don't get bored!" I pointed out.

"But I'm tired of being sick and you're here.." His hands roamed in my stomach searching a little up. "Without a bra!"

"Oh no, you don't!" I quickly removed his wandering hands, tucking it under the covers.

"You're absolute no fun!" He pouted childishly. It's also kind of adorable so I can't get mad even if I want to.

"And you get frustrated very easily..." I stated.

"I absolutely liked you better when you were all sweet talks and caring with me these last few days!" He huffed.

"I'm always sweet and caring with you!" I glared at him. Now that he's feeling better I don't feel that bad talking to him like this.

"Yeah, but lately you feed me up and keep me warm..." Harry looked at me with puppy eyes.

"Because you were sick and I was pitying you." I smiled at him mischievously.

"Fine, go your way then!" Harry turned to the other side annoyed.

"Haz, c'mon." I gently shook his shoulder. "Baby?" I bent down slightly pulling my hand under the covers, pressing it against his stomach taking the bold move to slid it down a bit.

"Hello!" He instantly turned to me with a big smile from ear to ear.

"Get up." I patted the bed sternly, standing up.

"I am already up indeed." He smirked supporting his weight on his elbows.

"Out of the bed, now Styles!" I demanded walking out of the room.

Louis is out to visit his family for a couple days back in Doncaster so the place has basically been very quiet and only for me and Harry. His family stopped by to visit yesterday but will come for dinner and stay for the night tomorrow now Harry's much better.

"Harry?" I called out for him, setting the table with only two plates instead of the normal three of even four when Eleanor comes by. "Harry lunch's ready!" I shouted.
I heard a few steps in the silent but he didn't show at the door. That's odd.

"Har---" I let out a squeal when I felt myself being pressed against the kitchen wall and Harry's curls coming into view. He dipped his head in my neck and took a painful yet pleasurable bite.
Before I could ask what he's doing, his lips smashed against mine applying for a full kiss. I completely melted when his hands held me in a tight grip holding me up against the wall, my bare feet dangling. I have absolutely no chance with him when it comes to strength.

"I'm out of bed, now what?" He asked pulling away, both of us still trying to regain our breath.

"You were holding back a lot..." I commented getting back to my feet again.

"That's your fault." He grinned mischievously.

"Behave!" I lectured despite the shiver running down my spine.

"When will we ever get the chance to have the house to ourselves, where we can make all the noise we want.." he trailed off suggestively.

"You've been sick, you're not up to those activities."

"Hell, I'm not! I'm always up to that with you. Specially since we haven't been together in so long."

"Food's getting cold and you need a shower. You sting, babe." Harry whined, burying his face in my neck. I giggled, soothing his back.

"C'mon babyboy." Planting a kiss to his cheek, I slid down his torso and led us to the table.

It's so odd how you find happiness in the simplest things as eating together in a table. I hadn't seen Harry for three months but the whole tour has been different, even when I managed to visit we stay in hotels and can barely get out given the harassment he gets in other countries. We don't sleep in the same bed, his clothes don't smell the same and we're always meeting in different places. So the simple fact of sleeping in the same bed and just being home means more than anything.

After lunch, I managed to get Harry in the bathroom with the promise that I'd be the one to give him a shower. He might be feeling better but his corporal temperature is still on edge so a shower will hopefully help establish it to normal levels.

"Step in." I told him as he stripped off his clothes, standing in all his glory.

"I thought you were coming in as well?" he questioned, the smug smirk suddenly wiping from his features.

"You need to lower your temperature." I pointed out.

"Mia, I already told you! I'm fine now, the flu's gone."

"Step in the bathtub." I asked again.

He rolled his eyes but entered anyways, sitting down on the water with minerals I prepared him. Then I climbed on the little edge that’s meant to lodge the bath products and he leaned into me in between my legs. I didn’t have to take my clothes off, only stepping in with my feet, my thighs either side of his shoulders.

Careful, I washed his hair, slowly massaging his scalp, and roamed my soapy hands along his bare chest and back. He kept humming and closing his eyes, silently telling me how much he was enjoying it.

Smiling, I lowered my head and ran my nose up and down his ear. Harry hummed once again and tilted his head up, peering at me through his thick eyelashes. I brushed my fingertips over his face and felt his well-defined jaw, sensing the little stubble of his skin. He hasn’t shaved in the couple days of sickness and the hair is already rough and masculine but also sexy as hell. He closed his eyes and leaned into me.

“I love how carefully you‘re taking care of me lately.” He whispered, taking one of my hands from his jaw and softly brushing his lips across the knuckles.

"Yeah, you've been a pain in the ass lately."

"What?"

"You were so whiny and grumpy. I'm not sure if I want to stick around when you get sick again.." I teased, making him tilt his head to peer at me once again.

"I'm pretty sure the marriage vows state we ought to stick together through both health and sickness."

"Well, we're not married so I can just walk away."

"You'd never do that.." he spoke too firmly.

"And how can you be so sure, Mister?"

"Because you love me too much." he winked smugly.

I smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, noticing how his body temperature has lowered briefly. Lastly, I squeezed some water out of the sponge onto his shoulders and gave him a little massage to soothe the muscles.

“Ready to get out?”

“I thought you were climbing in?”

“Nope.” I shivered when his lips pressed to my knee, his hand seductively running up and down my leg.

“Why?” He threw his head back to look at me with a childish pout but I gave him a knowing smile and exited the bathroom when he stood up in all his glory, droplets of water dripping from his sculptural and tempting body. He knew exactly what he was doing and that's not playing fair!
In a wasted attempt to distract myself as he moved naked in search for clothes, I tried to give a light cleaning to the room since his luggage is still thrown all over the it. Whenever I tried to fix it, he'd just whine like a child and call me to bed again, threatening me with fake coughing.

“Why won‘t you look at me?” I gasped, feeling him right behind me, breathing against my hair.

“I do.” My eyes closed when he dropped his head to my neck, gently nipping at the skin.

“Am I too tempting for you?” His hands pressed flatly to my stomach inside my shirt, the wide expanse of his hand covering the entire surface almost.

“No, you‘re too cocky.” I replied, feeling his chest rumble with a chuckle.

Suddenly, his fingers pressed to my sides and he turned me around so we’d look at each other. Reaching on my tiptoes, I laced my arms around his neck and pressed a swift kiss to his lips.

“You‘re driving me crazy!” His breath fanned over my face as he lowered down.

“I‘ve heard that too many time.” I smiled up at him, grabbing his face with both hands and shaking it from side to side while scrunching my nose. He laughed, flicking his head to bite down on my palm.

“Ouch!” I tugged at his growing hair.

“I love you.” He breathed and our lips brushed. Harry’s tongue swayed over my bottom lip and I parted mine allowing us to fully kiss.

“Nope, we‘re not doing it.” I ducked out of reach as he tried to connect our lips again.

“Why?” He whined, clearly annoyed by being in celibate for so long.

“It might make you feel worse!”

He laughed loudly. “If anything, I think it‘ll make me feel better. And you too.”

I shook my head and pressed my hands to his torso, pushing him back to the bed. His eyes instantly lit up as he sat on the edge of the bed, his hands instantly raising to cup my buttocks over my clothes.

I traded my fingers along his smooth hair and he stood completely still, the faint flicker of his eyelids giving away that he’s affected by my touch. Smiling, I became bolder and traced his mouth, slowly, along the curve of his upper lip and then the full, lower one. His mouth parted, capturing the tip of my thumb to suck it. A gasp escapes me when he gently bites my finger and then licks it.

“Are you going to kiss me or what?” He spoke hoarsely, making me giggle. “You‘re torturing me.”

“If you get worse from the physical exercise, I‘m never having sex with you again!” I threatened jokingly.

"I'm willing to take the chance." Was the last thing his said before his lips connected with mine in a heated kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth hungrily.

Then, I pulled back slowly, and took a step back, lifting my shirt off. Harry bits his lip, his eyes drinking me in as I unclip my bra and throw it to the floor.

"I want you so bad!" he muttered huskily, his eyes practically smoldering with desire.
I grab his shoulder and straddle his waist, grinding against him.

"You have me."



-



"Who is it?" Harry groaned burying his face on my neck.

"Dunno." I shrugged getting up and pulling some clothes on after our heated moment to go answer the door.

The doorbell kept ringing until I reached downstairs to open it.

"That's enough Niall, I think they've heard it!" Sophia lectured to a flustered Niall.

"Hey guys." I smiled and Sophia instantly turned to me.

"Hi!" She hugged me tightly followed by the blonde guy.

"What's up?" I smiled fondly watching their intertwined hands. They look so cute, both blonde and fluffy. Sophia is almost Niall's size even wearing flats!

"Niall was bored! So we decided to come check what you guys were up to."

"Clearly we interrupted something..." Niall commented amused, his eyes looking at Harry ruffling his hair in only his boxer briefs on top of the stairs. He stopped staring at us confused before speaking.

"I'll, uh, put some clothes on." He mumbled disappearing to the room again.

"Sooo..." I turned to my friends, cheeks flushed. "What do you wanna do?"

"We thought about going to the movies. Just something normal..." Sophia shrugged. "And I really want to see that movie we talked about remember? Endless Love?"

"Yes and, hmm, I know you're not in this for long but nothing is normal when you go out with a member from One Direction..." I advised her and Niall rolled his eyes.

"C'mon, Harry and I will put some beanies or something. I'm in a popcorn kind of mood." He pouted.

"You've got me at popcorn!" I grinned. "Let me just dress quickly."

I practically leaped the stairs, taking two at time and dressed something appropriate to get out.
By the time Harry and I descended the stairs, Niall and Sophia were waiting on the couch, lips locked making out.

"Clearly we're the ones who interrupted something." I cleared my throat grinning at them.
They immediately pulled apart. Sophia blushed, quickly wiping her mouth.

"You guys were taking too long." Niall excused themselves.

Harry laughed loudly taking my hand and the four of us exited the flat.

-


"It wasn't that bad, was it?" Niall questioned when we returned to the apartment after our movie session.

"You're kidding, right?" Sophia gasped. "That place was packet!"

"It wasn't packed, love. You've clearly never been to one of our concerts."

"If you want to keep your ears, just don't ever take up Niall's invitation to their concert." I advised her, teasing Niall a little. He merely rolled his eyes giving Harry a pointed look but my boyfriend merely shrugged as if saying what can I do?

"Anyways, the only thing I'd change is the movie. That wasn't very good." She stated.

"Yeah, I didn't like it either." Harry agreed.

We were about to sit on the couch when the front door opened abruptly and Louis made his dramatic entrance.

"Okay?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Hello, peps!" he grinned largely, Eleanor stepping in right behind him.

"Hey!" Eleanor spoke as me and Sophia made our way towards her and Louis walked to greet the boys.

"Hi! How was the trip?"

"Nice, Louis' family is always very welcoming. What have you guys been up to?"

"Well, Harry was sick till yesterday. I've told you on the phone."

"Niall and I are going to Ireland this wednesday and I'm finally meeting his family." Sophia spoke, her tone instantly giving away her nerves.

"It'll be fine, his family is the most amazing people you'll ever meet." Els spoke and I nodded in confirmation.

"Who's the most amazing people? Are you talking about me?" Louis intervened, coming to give me a hug and Sophia.

"No, Niall's family for when Sophia meets them."

"Oh, right! Yeah, Niall's mum will cry when she sees he finally brought a girl home." He joked making us all laugh. Harry grabbed my top and pushed me to his chest as I settled into him, his hands wounding around my stomach while we continued our little chat.

"You're traveling to Ireland when?" Eleanor questioned.

"Wednesday, just for a couple days."

"Yeah, you have to take the chance now before we leave again next weak, right?" Louis spoke.

"Leave? Who?" I frowned, confused.
Harry's arms tightened around my waist as his body stiffened and I instantly knew something's about to happen.

"Us. For the trip next week?" Louis tried to enlight me, everyone seeming to know what he's talking about but me.

"What trip?" I leaned sideways to peer at Harry. His jaw was tight, eyes wide and glaring at Louis. "What trip, Harry?" I repeated, releasing myself from his grip.

"I should've keep quiet, shouldn't I?" Louis chose the right time to intervene as Harry once again shot him a death glare.

"Harry?" I insisted, getting irritated that he wasn't answering my question.
With a deep breath he finally turned to me, his eyes pained.

"There's something I haven't told you about." he said slowly, his tone careful and wary, avaliating my reaction.

"Okay.." I nodded, feeling my stomach twist painfully.

"We're traveling to LA next week."

"We?"

"The 5 of us... as a band." he confirmed my thoughts.

"Maybe we should go..." Sophia suggested and everyone nodded.

"No, you stay!" I told them. "Why are you traveling to LA?" I turned to Louis.

"You don't have to ask him, you can ask me." Harry took a step forward to stand right in front of me.

"Louis?" I ignored him.

Louis glanced between me and Harry with a wary expression, torn between speaking and being loyal to his bestfriend.

"That's between the two of you, I shouldn't have said anything." he shook his head.

"Did everyone know that except me?" No one replied. "Did Danielle?"
The silence form both girls was enough to confirm the truth.

"We'll leave you alone." Niall stated before they all left the flat, concern clear written in all their faces.
I waited till the door closed before setting my eyes on Harry.

"So, you're leaving me again.."

He gulped down loudly, combing a frustrated hand through his hair. "I wanted to tell you."

"When. When do you leave?"

"Saturday."

I gasped. "Today's monday!"

"I know."

"When were you going to tell me?"

"Soon..."

"Soon as in today or soon saturday?" I inquired, my mind already spinning from all the thoughts inside me.

"Just... soon." he replied quietly, only adding to my frustration.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Mia, I--"

"And don't lie to me!" I scowled, my hear increasing its beating as I felt betrayal hitting sharp on my chest.

"Don't yell!" he used his authoritarian tone on me. I absolutely hate when he does that!
"I didn't tell you because I wasn't sure how you'd take it. I just got back and I know the past year hasn't been easy for you, specially when we were so far away from each other."

"I know.." I gulped down, pushing back the memories I've bee trying to hard to fight.

"I just wanted us to have some normal days together and remind you of what our relationship feels like so you hold on to that when I leave again." he explained calmly.

"I thought you always had at least a couple months to rest after a tour."

"We do, it's just an opportunity with this songwriter came up and he'll be unavailable soon so we have to fly down as fast as we can."

I groaned, rubbing my temples.

"You could come with me.."

"You know I have finals the entire week."

"Yeah, but the next one.."

What?

"How long are you staying in LA?"

"Three weeks."

"Three?" I gasped. "That's so long!"

"I know but I can't stay less. You do your finals and then meet me there." he suggested hopefully.

"I can't."

"You can't or you won't?" he accused dryly.

"I have my uni finals the entire week and then I'm traveling to Portugal. I'd told you that a while ago! Contrarily to you who omits it.."

"We could go to Portugal when I come back?" he chose to reply only to the first part of my statement. Clever..

"No." I shook my head firmly. "It's my dad's one year death and I want to be there with my mum and sister."

"So you're not meeting me in LA?"

"No."

Harry sighed and turned around, combing a frustrated hand through his hair before turning to me again. "You're making it difficult for us.."

"No, you did it when you decided to keep me in the dark about such important fact, Harry! You've always accused me of not telling you things and keep it to myself and I've changed, I tell you absolutely everything! It's not fair when you do the exact same thing now!"

"No, what's not fair is you saying that when I've always poured my heart out for you! Always! Don't make something big out of nothing, it was one time." he raised his voice, getting angry with my reaction.

"One time? Are you forgetting when you omitted my dad's cancer!"

His gaze practically killed me with the intensity of it, his eyes alight with anger. "You were waiting for the right opportunity to throw that in my face, weren't you? You let it go too fast at the time, I knew it'd come back to me eventually!"

"No!" I scowled, astonished. "It just came out because I trusted you back again even after that and you did the same thing again! How can I keep trusting you?"

"I was trying to protect you! You're not seriously telling me that after so long together!" he yelled.

"No, you were protecting yourself!"

"You know damn well that I choose your protection over anyone's, even mine! You can accuse me of anything but that!"

"Okay, then. You can go to your trip in LA and we meet again when you return." I stated.

"And everything's alright between us?"

"Yes."

"Now who's lying?" he raised a brow at me.

"I'm not going over it again! You have to go away on work, fine! What can I do? Nothing's going to change that."

"It could change if you come with me.." he took a step towards me, lowering his tone.

"I have my uni exams and then I'm flying to Portugal. I thought we'd go together but apparently I'll head alone."

"You're so stubborn!" He accused with a groan. "You know I'd stay here if I could but it's not just me, there's 4 other people that'd get affected by it."

"I never asked you to stay."

"You're not giving me much of a chance.." he tossed.

"What? I didn't say anything, I'm telling you to go."

"Yeah, but you're not coming with me! Eleanor is going as well after her exams so you'll stay here alone? I'd never allow that."

"No, I'll stay with my mum in Portugal as soon as my finals end and spend some time there, it's summer after all and everyone's on vacations."

"I don't like that.."

"You don't have to like anything, I'll go whether you like it or not." I stated calmly.

"You're punishing me for not telling you." his eyes met mine.

"No, I'm acting on my own just like you. You have a schedule to follow and I have vacations to enjoy after a bloody year of killing myself studying and missing you."

"That's so mature of you.." he rolled his eyes.

"If you decide you want to spend some of your precious time with me, my mum's house is always open for you." I stated before turning to the stairs.

"Where are you going?"

"To sleep, I'm tired."

"We aren't done with this conversation.." he pointed out with his bossy tone once again.

"Goodnight Harry." Is the last thing I say before climbing up the stairs.

A million things cross my mind but I push everything away and strip down my clothes to lay on bed. I am tired indeed, Harry's coughing through the entire night lately hasn't allowed me to sleep very well and I have exams to study for.
So I lay on bed and pray Harry doesn't come in till I fall asleep, I need some time to process what he's told me. Sleep overtakes me and my wishes come true as I fall asleep alone.

Notes

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