Bella’s POV

I’ve been sitting on the bathroom floor for probably about an hour now. I never actually fell asleep, but I pretended to be asleep so that Harry would fall asleep. He insisted on sleeping with me in case something happens but here I am, sick on the bathroom floor.

My head is pounding, making me nauseous. I don’t know how many times I’ve been sick. I lost count after five-ish. I’ve tried to get up, but I can’t. The room feels like it’s spinning every time I open my eyes. So here I am still sitting on the floor as yet another wave of nausea comes over me.

I try to pull my hair back as I empty my stomach into the toilet. My face is wet from the tears that have been going down my face. I hate being sick so much.

I lay back down on the bathroom floor as the door opens. “Bella, oh my gosh!” Great, I woke Harry up. He runs over to me and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, “How long have you been up for?”

“I-I don’t know”, I try to stutter. I really don’t know.

“Baby”, he coos at me, “You should’ve woken me up. Do you need more medicine? Should I call the doctor?” He sits down on the ground with me and rubs my back. I shake my head and try to stop the tears. “Should I get Louis or Mark?” I nod. “Which one?”

“Lou”, I say quietly. I don’t want to bother Mark, he’s probably really tired. Plus, I like Louis. He’s funny and I feel like he can help me and keep me safe. Harry sighs and gets up as yet another wave of nausea comes over me. I hunch over the toilet again and throw up the little bit I had left remaining in my stomach.

Harry immediately runs back over to me and pulls me hair back. He rubs my back in the slow, big circles that always calm me down. I wipe my mouth and slouch back on the ground. Harry sighs and I finally whisper, “Please get Louis.”

I don’t know why I want Louis to come here. What’s he supposed to do? He’s just another person who’s gonna see me cry. Harry sighs again and he leans down to brush the hair out of my face. He leaves a sweet kiss on my forehead before getting up and leaving the bathroom. My stomach has to be empty now. I threw up all the cheese pizza and garlic knots already. I physically have nothing left.

I hear footsteps hurrying into the bathroom as I curl myself into an even smaller ball onto the floor. I just want to disappear. Not die, just disappear. Maybe even just simply, start over.
“Bella!”, Louis says just loud enough to send a burning pain through my head. My brain feels like it’s bouncing around my skull while it’s on fire. It’s not a very enjoyable feeling.

Harry is talking quietly to Louis while trying to comfort me. I can’t hear what they’re saying because of this stupid pain in my head. They look extremely worried and I can’t help the tears that begin to stream silently down my face. There are an embarrassingly large amount of them too. I feel Louis’ hand try to brush them away as I just squeeze my eyes shut. My head feels slightly better without the light glaring into my eyes.

“Bells, can you hear me?” Louis says softer.

I nod slightly with my eyes still shut.

“What hurts most love?”, Harry asks next quietly. I’m thankful he’s still rubbing my legs softly. It’s calming me down a little.

“My head”, I spoke so quietly they could probably barely hear me. If I talk any louder, I think I’d just get sick again and I honestly don’t think I have anything left. I have nothing to throw up, I don’t even have the energy to sit up. I’m so physically and mentally drained right now.

“Did she take her medicine before bed?”, Louis asks Harry. I open my eyes widely to look at them just to receive a blinding headache in return. Once my eyes finally get used to the light, more tears fall from them.

“I didn’t know I was supposed to take it before bed too?”, I spoke a little louder. Harry brushes the tears away from my cheeks as Louis runs out of the room. He comes back in less than a minute with two huge pills and a glass of water.

I slowly try to gather the energy to sit up. I get as far as picking my head up from the disgusting bathroom floor before I’m visibly wincing in pain. I hear Harry sniffle as his hands guide the rest of my body to help me sit up. Louis hands me the pills and glass of water. Harry puts his arms around me as Louis leaves the bathroom again.

I manage to take the pills with minimal gagging before I slump onto Harry’s lap to fall asleep. He gently plays with my hair between his fingers. Louis walks back into the room with a few crackers on a plate.

“Eat these and then let’s get you back to bed”, he says putting his hand on mine so I’ll look at him, “Bells, you have to remember to take your pills after every meal. I’ll see you in the morning.” And with that, Louis Tomlinson kisses my forehead and walk out of the bathroom for the last time, leaving me drifting off into sleep on Harry’s lap.

“Let’s go back to bed”, Harry whisper, “It has to be more comfortable than this bathroom floor.” he giggles lowly and manages to put a small smile on my tired face. I sit up and use his big hands to help me stand. He picks me up bridal style making me laugh for the first time all night. I’m placed in the soft, cozy bed with crackers and water on the night stand next to me.

The medicine is beginning to work so I start to drift into a deep sleep. If I can’t disappear from this life without dying, I just have to make the most of it. I have to do the things and be with the people that make me happy. And right now I’m with the people, I just need to start doing happy things. I’m halfway to happiness. And I like happiness with Harry.

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Notes

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