What a Feeling - 1D One Shots

Kara’s POV

I feel like dying. My insides are having some type of war and are trying to escape my body through any way they can. Sounds disgusting? It is. I went to bed last night a little sick but nothing serious. I woke up at 5 am hurling up my insides. I feel dizzy and hot. I decided the best idea would be to take a cold shower. Before I am able to enter the bathroom my phones chimes signaling someone had texted me.

Hazza: Hey lovey are we still on for tonight?

Shit shit shit. I completely forgot. My boyfriend of 6 months, Harry, and I were supposed to go on our 6-month anniversary date. No doubt in my mind he got reservations somewhere really fancy and romantic.

To Hazza: I’m so sorry Harry, I’m feeling pretty ill. Can we reschedule?

I felt like such a jerk. I know it’s not my fault but he seemed to be looking forward to it. I wait 5 minutes for him to respond and we he doesn’t I sigh and jump into the shower. I stay in there for longer than I probably should have and finally exit. I wrap a towel around my and exit the bathroom. I check my phone one more time to make sure he didn’t respond in the last 20 minutes since I’ve texted him. Nothing. Maybe he’s mad and giving me the silent treatment. It seems unlikely though. Although I am 7 years older he is very mature for his age, even more mature than me sometimes. I sigh, setting my phone down and changing into a comfy onesie.I was about to curl back into my covers and die when I heard a knock at my door. Reluctantly I get up and stumble to the door, feeling slightly dizzy as I walk. I open up the door and am shocked by what I see.

“ Harry?” I ask. He had a sweet smile on his face that dropped to a look of concern when he saw my gross sick state.

“ Kar-” He started softly before I interrupted him.

“ Harry I told you I’m sick, you can’t be here,” I said solemnly

“ I know I’m here to take care of you,” He smiled brightly, still with a hint of concern. I looked down to see in his arms he had tissues, movies, and a tub of ice cream. My heart swelled.
“ Harry you’re the best, I wish I could give you a hug right now,” I lead him into the house and dumped his stuff on the couch. I saw the movies he got were my favorite chick flicks from the 80s. The giant tub of ice cream he got was also my favorite rocky road.

“ Come on let’s cuddle and start with Pretty in Pink,” Harry plopped down on the couch me following right after. The movie started and he produced two spoons for us to devour the ice cream with. We cuddled through 4 movies before I started to fall asleep on his shoulder. I woke up at around 5 pm to see I was in my bed with me tucked into the blankets. I was slightly confused by my surroundings and became a little dizzy. Had Harry left? Did he come in the first place or did I imagine it? I slowly dragged myself out of bed and stumbled into the living room. I heard soft music coming from the kitchen. I followed the sound and was hit by an amazing smell. Harry was facing away from me at the stove. He was softly humming along to the song which I now realized as a Fleetwood Mac song, of course. I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around his tall frame and attacked his neck with kisses. He jumped a little startled and turned to face me with a goofy smile.

“ Hi, darling you’re up!” He said giving me a peck on the forehead.

“ What’s all this? It smells amazing! “ I said blushing slightly.

“ Since we couldn’t go out for dinner I decided to have our date here,” he said looking a little proud of his work.

“ What did I do to deserve you?”

The dinner was amazing and ended with a stunning chocolate cake. We stayed talking about all things life. He stayed the night and I woke up feeling a lot better in his arms.

Notes

I'm horrible. If I say something will be a week don't listen to me. I've been really busy with school and a musical I'm doing. My mental health hasn't been the best lately so I'm kinda unmotivated. I'll try to get updates out soon but yeah don't listen to me. If you commented, your story is in the works I haven't forgotten.