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watermelonlovershigh · 3 months ago

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"I frew up" /blurb/

AN: i seen a tiktok where a 26 yr old man wanted to go tell his mom after he threw up and got inspired to do this in a fan fiction. except make the son a daughter and the mom, harry. hope you enjoy and make sure to leave your feedback!!!

This story contains: throw up, fatherly comfort, fluff, mentions of pregnancy

{ dadrry - husbandrry - soft!harry - au!harry - Josie age 20 }

word count- 1,369

Josie wakes up to a tummy ache and after getting sick, decides to wake her dad up because she seeks his comfort in her time of illness.

Josie, your twenty-year-old daughter, is back home from college for a few days, and you and Harry are thoroughly enjoying this time with her. As your first child, she will always be your baby. Although her college commitments mean she is not home as frequently, your house is far from quiet. You and Harry have three other children who are still in school: Lily, who is thirteen, Jax, who is nine, and Sarah, your youngest at six years old.

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Although Josie is an adult capable of taking care of herself, it doesn't imply that she doesn't want to seek comfort from her father when she unexpectedly falls ill during the night. Since childhood, her father has been her go-to person for comfort, whether she had a scraped knee or a stomachache. While Josie has a deep affection for her mother, Y/n often becomes anxious in matters concerning her children's health. In contrast, Harry has consistently maintained a calm demeanor.

After puking in the hall bathroom, Josie quietly leaves so her younger siblings don't awake and heads toward her parents' room. She refrains from knocking, certain that they are both asleep. If she had heard any movement from inside, she would have knocked, because she wishes to avoid accidently walking in on her parents having sex. That thought alone makes her feel nauseous once again.

As Josie carefully enters the darkened bedroom, she makes her way towards Harry's side of the bed. The faint illumination from the streetlights outside prevent the room from being entirely dark. When she arrives at the bed, she notices her father sleeping on his side, facing away from the middle, with her mother cuddled against his back. Josie thinks it's lovely that her parents continue to share such affection while they sleep.

She's hesitant to disturb her father, yet her need for his comfort is undeniable at this moment. Her stomach still feels uncomfortable, and she's unsure whether it's due to something she ate or a stomach bug. Josie gently taps his shoulder, which is protruding from the covers, in an effort to wake him. Years of experience as a parent have made Harry quick to awaken at the slightest touch from one of his children, or his wife for that matter.

With a sudden gasp, Harry awakens to see his daughter Josie positioned next to the bed. Now that she's older, it's been a considerable amount of time since she's awakened either of her parents in such a way. As a result, her unexpected appearance causes him to worry that something significant might be wrong. "Hm, Josie sweetheart, what's the matter?" he asks gently, mindful of not waking his wife who lies behind him.

Matching his quiet tone, Josie answers in a childlike voice, "I frew up."

Harry sits upright on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes to regain clarity of vision, and rises to guide his daughter out of their bedroom. Once they're in the hallway, he slowly murmurs, "Awe, poor baby. Is your stomach still botherin' you? Do you feel like you might be sick again?"

All she can do is nod as Harry leads her back into the bathroom, ensuring the door closes behind them. Once inside, Josie is struck by a new wave of nausea. Her face becomes clammy with a cold sweat, and her mouth fills with saliva. As she kneels in front of the toilet, Harry's quick to grab a washcloth, running it under cold water. Just as she begins dry heaving, her father kneels beside her, placing the cold cloth on the back of her neck.

"Shh, everything's alright. Daddy's gonna take care of you." Harry doesn't think about the fact that his daughter, now twenty, woke him from his sleep to tell him she'd threw up. His thoughts are solely on the fact that, regardless of her age, she will always be his little girl. She will always seek comfort in him. Even if she were to wake him when she's forty, he'd be there for her, just as he was when she was a small child.

After experiencing her second bout of vomiting tonight, Josie's stomach has calmed enough for her to sit up and take a moment to breathe. Harry reaches over to flush the toilet and stays close to her, until she tells him otherwise. Turning her head to her right, Josie catches sight of her father, who is looking at her with a mixture of genuine concern and love.

"Thank you, dad. I didn't want to wake you up but I needed your comfort. Sorry, I'm probably too old to have woke you because I got sick."

Shaking his head in disagreeance, Harry replies, "Never too old, darlin'. Even when you're old and grey, I'll be right beside you whenever you fall ill, as long as m' still here. I do have a question though."

"Yeah?"

"Do you have any idea why you're unwell tonight? Is it somethin' you ate, or is there a chance that, you know, you could be pregnant?" Harry's cautious not to jump to conclusions, but he acknowledges that his daughter is at an age where pregnancy is a possibility if she so desires. Given her college status, he suspects that if she took after him and her mother during their time at university, she may not be entirely innocent.

Gasping in shock, Josie swiftly clarifies, "No Dad, I am not pregnant. It's likely just a stomach bug or something of that nature." She's not mad at her father for asking such a question. Even though she prefers not to discuss her experiences with her parents, she acknowledges that she's no longer a virgin. But, she has always been smart enough to ensure that her partner uses protection. Though she envisions having children in the future, she's not ready for that commitment at the age of twenty while pursuing her studies in college.

"Alright, alright. Not accusin' you of being pregnant. But if you were, just know it would be okay and your mum and I would be very happy for you."

"Thank you, but again, I'm not pregnant." his daughter repeats. "Can you help me back to bed? I think I feel better now."

"Of course." Harry helps her to her feet from the hard bathroom floor, placing the damp cloth in the dirty basket, and escorts her back to the room she's staying in. Josie settles back into the bed and Harry hurries off to retrieve some tablets that might soothe her upset stomach.

He comes back shortly, assisting her in sitting up to take the medication with a glass of water. After ensuring she's comfortable, he leans down to kiss her forehead and mutters softly, "If you need anythin', whether from me or your mother, please wake us up. No matter how old you become, you will always be our baby."

Nodding, Josie whispers, "Love you, dad."

"Love you too, Josie."

Leaving his daughters room, Harry returns down the hallway to the bedroom he shares with his wife. He's convinced that he's managed to leave without her waking, but as he reenters the bed, Y/n is quick to ask, "Where'd you go? Missed you."

He maneuvers closer to Y/n's body and explains, "Josie woke me up to tell me she'd thrown up. I accompanied her to the bathroom and she got sick again. I think she's fine now. Gave her some medicine. It's likely just a stomach bug. Hope the rest of our kids don't catch it."

Y/n softly expresses, "Awwwe, her waking you up to inform you she puked reminds me of when she was five. I long for the days when she was just a little girl. She's grown up so much now."

As Harry leans in to embrace his wife more closely, he remarks, "I know, was surprised she still sought out her daddy's comfort when she felt sick. It makes me feel quite emotional just thinkin' 'bout it. However, we are fortunate to have Sarah. She's still at an age where she relies on us for many aspects of her life. I hope she remains a child for as long as possible. I'll miss feelin' needed."

Y/n smiles in response to her husband's sincere words and allows the comfortable silence to help lull her back to sleep, along with her husbands embrace. Then not before long, sleep also begins to take over Harry once more.

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musewritingsforyou · 2 years ago

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Asked and Answered

Hell yeah, I can!!! thank you so much for being the first ask I have received, I hope you like it!!!

tw: vomit

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“Harry, we have a five-hour drive ahead of us, are you absolutely sure that you don't want to take something just in case?” He looked at me as if he were offended by my caution.

“Absolutely sure, I have not gotten car sick or bus sick since I was like a baby!”

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And boy did we both regret that choice later on. The drive itself was beautiful, the lovely English countryside and only a little bit of highway at all. The smell of vomit, however, was very much, not lovely.

“Haz?” I knocked on the door of the bus bathroom again but heard only the sad sounds of retching behind it.

“Harry? Sweetheart just let me in so I can help you” A muffled groan came out before a dramatic,

“I can't let you see me like this, I'm disgusting!” A sigh came from every single person on the bus. Paul walked up to the back and tried his hand at getting him to open up the door.

“Harry, I'll give you three minutes before this lock is coming off” another sigh, this time only from me.

“You wouldn't dare!” he mumbled still on the other side. Eventually, once the retching had quieted and the faucet could be heard along with an ungodly amount of gurgling, he unlocked the door, but still didn't come out.

“Soph?” I had been sitting on the couch just next to the door, waiting for him to say something for about thirty minutes now.

“Right here baby”

“You can come in now” I quickly gathered myself and all of the necessary supplies and dove into the bathroom before he could refuse me entry once again. He was sitting on the floor in the cramped space, knees up to accommodate his long legs and his head resting on them, facing me. I placed the large jug of ginger ale that I had brought underneath the sink and sank down next to him on the floor. Gently I scooted closer until our sides were touching and mirrored his image exactly so that we were face to face. I'll have to admit his breath was atrocious but all I cared about was that he was sick and had finally let me help him. Still with my head on my knees and facing him, I moved one hand to brush the sweaty hair out of his eyes.

“Thanks”

“Anything for you, rockstar” He let out a dry chuckle but then went silent again, a dark shadow passing over his face as blood rushed to his ears and-

“Out”

“Harry, this is not the first time that I have seen someone puke, just let me help you” I'm sure he would have responded with something embarrassing for the both of us in order to get me out of the room, but he had no time to speak before lurching forward and grasping the sides of the toilet with his clammy hands. Right away I was kneeling beside him, rubbing his back with on hand and frantically grabbing at the headband I had brought with me to hold his hair back. The second he gained reprieve from his heaving I slid the band on and pushed it up so that I could at least see his face. There were drops of tears in his eyes from the effort and an uncontrollable frown made its way onto my face.

“My poor boy” he leaned back again, heaving gone for the moment.

“I feel like shit”

“I know baby, I'm so sorry. But I'm here now, I'll make it go away”

“Do you still love me even though I'm gross and I threw up in front of you?” I laughed and sank back down next to him with a toothbrush in my hand.

“Always and forever, love” he began brushing his teeth as I pulled out a plastic cup with ginger ale and a small packet of crackers before he could take some medicine. With the toothbrush still in his mouth, he brought his green eyes into the perfect puppy dog stare.

“Even though I didn't listen to you and I should have?” I laughed again and kissed his forehead

“Even though you didn't listen baby.”

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harry-styles-obsessed · 2 years ago

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Emetophobia

Tw: sick

You suffered awfully with emetophobia, it effected your every day life. And littlest of things were capable of making you feel sick. And yes, you were afraid of that: afraid of being sick. Afraid of seeing sick and especially afraid of smelling it. It hounded you every day and was sometimes exhausting to deal with.

Harry had cooked you and himself a lasagna and it was delicious, but immediately after eating it, you felt sick. It was strange, you had never felt so sick before however you shrugged it off assuring yourself you were fine and that you were just overreacting.

You laid down, the warmth of the bed comforting you and easing your stomach as Harry clambered into bed beside you, his arm instantly wrapping around your body pulling you close to him "I love you. So much." He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead and you smiled gently snuggling into him as you hummed softly "love you more and most" you said quietly into which he smiled, peppering kisses along your forehead

"Impossible" he whispered "I love you more than that" he teased softly starting to rub your back, humming a soft tune as he knew it helped you sleep, your breathing slowing down as you fell into a peaceful sleep wrapped in his warm comforting embrace.

You awoke to your stomach twisting and turning forcing you to bolt right up as you gripped onto your stomach, it felt queasy, like you were on a rollercoaster going down a steep drop for eternity. Your anxiety picked up, your breathing growing heavier, your eyes pricking with tears as you turned to Harry shaking his shoulder as tears welled up in your eyes

"Babe?"

He whispered confused, his voice groggy and tired as he blinked a few times in confusion however as he noticed the streaks of wetness on your cheeks he quickly sat up turning the bedside lamp on as he quickly got out of bed "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry" you whispered, his large hand gently resting upon your back as he rubbed up and down, his fingertips soothingly massaging your skin "don't be sorry. It's okay. What's wrong? Hm" he asked softly as you took deep breaths, afraid that if you spoke anymore you'd puke, as he gazed at you, concern visible on his face a sudden recognition formed on his face "you feel sick?" He asked your frantic nodding confirming his question as he immediately pulled you into his arms, gently and carefully as you rested your head on his shoulder

"Take deep breaths for me okay? In and out... big breaths... like this," he exaggerated a breath making you follow his breathing and you did so, trying to calm yourself down but soon enough the all to familiar feeling consumed you once again as you covered your mouth fear consuming you and he didn't ask simply helping you stand up as he rushed you into the bathroom, your knees buckling as you collapsed onto the ground, his arms remaining around you making sure you didn't fall as he knelt down beside you as you practically emptied your insides. He took a hairband from the basket near the bath as he gently tied your hair into a pony tail, before he continued to rub your back slowly and gently "good job... good girl... I'm so proud of you. You're doing so well" he soothed calmly and gently "I-I don't like it... I- I don't want to feel sick again" you sobbed out, the fear being far too much for you and some may call you dramatic or whatever but this was a genuine fear that you couldn't stand

"Baby it's okay. The worst part is over. Just get out whatever you can-" you shook your head cutting him off "no! No I can't I can't please make it stop" you whispered another flow of vomit gushing out of your mouth and he rubbed up and down your back some more, helping sooth you a little bit "hey hey if you puke it all up you'll feel so much more better, I assure you. It's all going to be okay. I promise." He said softly and quietly gently smoothing some of the hairs from your temple off of your forehead "you're doing so well. You're okay."

After a while of simply sitting there waiting for the sickness to pass you began to feel better, he flushed the chain for you, grabbing a small cup from near the toothbrushes, washing it out before filling it with water and helping you take little sips from the cup his free hand gently stroking against your head "you're so brave. I'm so proud of you." He said with a gentle smile as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"Thank you" you whispered resting your head on his shoulder "That was so scary" you murmured and he nodded his head "I know, but you got through it you did great"

He then helped you get into clean pyjamas, pulling the covers away for you as you got into bed laying down into which he immediately covered the blankets over you, tucking you in before he got in beside you, wrapping his arms around you tightly and securely, his hand slipping underneath your T-shirt as he used the warmth of his hand as a comfort for your aching stomach and just with that comfort you were able to fall into another peaceful sleep... as long as you were with him you'd be just fine.

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imjusttryingtolivemylife1 · 1 year ago

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Liam: Stomach Bug

Liam sighed as he opened his eyes. He rolled over and checked his clock.

The numbers read 3:17.

He clicked off his phone and rubbed his eyes. Now was not the time to get behind on sleep. They were touring with One Direction and they had taken on a small band with the name 5 seconds of summer to be their opening show. The boys were really great at what they do. And Liam really enjoyed having them.

But in the midst of their growing fame, Liam was taking some classes to continue his education.

College. Or he was trying anyway.

They had a day off today. With the exception of the interview they had. That started at 9:30, meaning they had to leave the flat 8, so they could get there and get clothes and outfits and makeup-

He sighed. He was thinking too much for 3 in the morning. He rolled over and tried to continue his not so peaceful sleep.

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A little while later, Liam woke up again. His head hurt, and his stomach was doing summersaults. He sighed and looked at the clock.

The clock read 7:15.

Great. Perfect timing. He stood up, slowly, so he didn't jostle his stomach, and walked to the bathroom.

Once he was in the bathroom, he looked in the mirror. He was really pale, and his lack of sleep caused these light purple bags under his eyes. He knew he didn't look good.

As much as he didn't want to, he stripped off his clothes, and turned on the shower water. While it heated, he thought about all the things he had to do today. It really wasn't much, but he just wanted to go back to bed.

Once the water was warm, he stepped in. He didn't realise how tense his muscles were until the warm water hit him. His muscles instantly relaxed. He stood there for a few minutes, just feeling the water on his body.

After standing there for a few minutes, he did a quick wash of his hair and body. He stepped out, wrapped in a towel. He could hear the rest of the boys downstairs. He sighed and walked out of the bathroom. He walked to his closet and picked a random hoodie and sweatpants. He knew they would make him change, but for now he wanted to be comfortable. He walked back into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

His stomach hurt, but he was doing okay. He hasn't thrown up yet, which is a good sign. That was until he accidentally gagged himself with the toothbrush.

Great.

He could feel the vomit coming, and leaned over the toilet just as it started happening. He sat there for a few minutes, losing all of last night's dinner into the toilet in front of him. He flushed the toilet, then went and sat on his bed for a few minutes, while his stomach settled.

He walked downstairs to the whole group, minus Ashton, playing FIFA. He turned the corner, and Ashton, being the responsible one of 5sos, was in the kitchen making breakfast. The smell of the food immediately made him feel ill again. He stood there for a second to make sure he wasn't gonna puke

"Goooood morning Liam!"He smiled. He was a little too awake for 7:30 in the morning.

"Morning."Liam replied. He really wasn't in the mood to be happy today.

Liam went and sat at the table, and pulled out his laptop. At this point, whenever he wasn't singing, or in the car, he was studying. He just wanted to do the interview and get it over with.

"Liam? Earth to Liam?"

It was Louis waving his hand in front of his face. Liam snapped out of his trance, the food smell immediately making him feel sick again.

"Huh?"Liam questioned.

"Calum has a cough. Does daddy direction have anything to help him?"Louis teased

Liam looked over at calum. He didn't look bad, but you could definitely tell he didnt feel great.

"Uh yeah, in my bathroom cabinet" Liam replied.

"Great, thanks." Louis smiled and went off to get the medicine.

He watched Louis walk away, then went right back to his schoolwork.

“HEYO HARRY” Louis yelled ---CAN YOU COME HERE?---

Harry rolled his eyes then jogged upstairs.

“Liam, why does your bathroom smell so bad?” Harry questioned.

“I’m not sure?” He looked at him questiongly. It took him a second to realise. Shit. he forgot to spray something.

He returned back to his computer and continued reading.

“Breakfast is ready!” Ashton yelled.

Everyone came out to the kitchen and began eating. The smell still made him feel sick, so he didn't get anything.

“Payno, you best be eating” Louis smiled as she shoved a plate of food in front of him.

He looked at the food, and held back a gag. The food wasn't bad, in fact, it looked really good. But he didn't feel well, and the smell.

Oh god the smell.

Liam sat there staring at the food. If he didn't eat, they would know something was wrong. They were already suspicious. If he did eat, he'd surely throw up, and they'd know something was wrong. It was really a lose lose situation.

He regretfully picked up a fork and began to eat. As soon as the food hit his stomach, He knew he was gonna throw up. He kept eating though. Too late to go back now.

“When you guys are done we have to go, it's 7:50” Ashton said. He was cleaning dishes.

He stood up, his plate half full still. He silently threw the food away and went back to his room to grab his phone and wallet. He also grabbed a pair of jeans in case he was told to change.

As he was getting ready to walk out of his room, his stomach lurched, causing him to gag hard. Liam sprinted into the bathroom. He barely made it to the doorway before the first round appeared. He threw up on the floor, then stumbled to the toilet to finish throwing up. After he was done, he looked at his phone.

The numbers read 8:07

“Shit” He said out loud.

He hurried and cleaned the puddle of puke on the floor, threw in some gum, and rushed out the room.

He jogged down the steps and out the door. The house was empty, meaning everyone was already in the van.

He got outside and ran to the van. He got in, earning himself a couple of annoyed glares from the other bandmates.

“Any later mate, and we probably wouldn't make it” The driver said to him.

Liam ended up in the seat between Louis and Niall. Calum was half asleep in the row behind them. He kept half falling asleep on Louis' shoulder. Louis said nothing. EVentually, tired of fighting it, he let himself drift to sleep, head on Louis' shoulder.

About 15 minutes into the ride, he woke up. He felt sick, but he didn’t want to say anything. He didn’t need anyone to worry about him. He leaned his head back on Louis shoulder. He had to fight the urge to gag. His stomach hurt.

“You okay mate? You’re not acting like yourself.” Louis questioned. He was genuinely getting worried about his band mate.

“Yeah” Liam answered. He didn’t know who he was trying to convince at this point. Himself, or his band mates.

At this point, only a few minutes away, everyone started to get excited. Niall had convinced the driver to connect his phone via Bluetooth, to the van. So, the last 10 minutes was spent listening to ‘I should’ve kissed you’ on repeat.

Once they pulled in, they all climbed out of the van, and of course, there were cameras everywhere. People taking pictures, and asking the boys questions. Normally Liam wouldn’t mind, and would even stop and get a few pictures with the fans, but today was not the day.

Liam felt himself stop. He felt sick, like he was gonna throw up. He didn’t move. Harry turned around and noticed him stopped.

“Liam? Cmon mate, we have to get inside” Trying to get the boy to follow.

Liam still didn’t move.

“Liam seriously.” Harry urged, getting a little frustrated.

He still didn’t move, for the fear he would throw up.

“Louis. Liam won’t move” Harry called for Him.

Louis rushed back to see what was happening, while everyone else was getting the cameras and fans away. They all thought he was scared or claustrophobic. Nope.

Louis grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door. A few steps in, Liam gagged. He wanted to at least get inside before he threw up. Louis looked at him worriedly, and picked up the pace.

Once inside, Louis took him into the bathroom, Liam had thrown up a little, and had his hand covering his mouth.

He practically fell into the toilet, and began to throw up. He missed the first round, but we won’t talk about that.

They say there for a good 10 minutes. Liam would throw up and Louis would rub his back, whispering calming words to try to calm the boy.

Liam was in so much pain it was stupid. His stomach ached, the continuous vomiting not helping.

His stomach eventually began to calm down. He sat there for a few minutes catching his breath. He felt as if he couldn’t stand. He felt weak.

“Cmon lad. I’m gonna try to talk to management, and hopefully get you out of the interview, okay?” Louis said, though he knew he couldn’t do anything about it.

Liam nodded, stood up, and with the help of Louis, walked out of the bathroom.

About half way there, Louis gave in and gave him a piggy-back the rest of the way. He wasn’t heavy anyway.

They got to the room, and immediately got a bunch of confused and worried looks from the rest of the boys.

Once Liam was situated on the couch, with a small trash can in front of him, Louis grabbed Harry and went to go talk to management. Ashton stayed to comfort and look after Liam.

While they were gone, the room was silent. Nobody said a word.

Louis walked in, looking mad, with Harry not too far behind. By the way they looked, it was obvious what the answer was.

“Those fuckers have no heart” Louis ranted, storming into the room, and slamming some papers on the table.

“What’s with the papers?” Luke chimed in.

The innocent boy never really spoke to the one direction boys. He was still warming up to them.

“It’s a copy of the fucking contract we all signed.” Louis complained.

“The signer confirms ‘Under no conditions shall and interview or concert be delayed nor cancelled, nor missing any member.” He continued, again slamming the papers on the table.

“I’ll be okay Lou.” I tried to calm him, but he wasn’t having it.

“Yeah Liam, because throwing up in the bathroom for 10 minutes straight is just fine isn’t it.” Louis said angrily.

Liam stayed quiet. Again, nobody said anything.

“I’m sorry Liam” he said finally. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“It’s okay.” Liam half smiled. It wasn’t that he didn’t forgive him, because he’d be mad too, but he didn’t have the energy to give him a full smile.

“Boys. Let’s get ready to get out there. It starts in 5.” Paul came in and said. He should Liam a sympathetic look before walking out.

“Cmon I guess.” Harry sighed.

Liam got up and walked with the rest of the boys. This interview wasn’t supposed to take too long, at least he hoped not.

Once they got in there, they all sat down on the couches. Liam ended up scrunched in between Louis and Michael. The managers wanted the two bands mixed together, but Louis demanded to sit by Liam.

The interview had started, and they were asking them the usual questions. Like how touring was going, and how they felt about each other.

They were told that the interview would only take about 30 minutes.

About 25 minutes in Liam began to feel sick again. But they couldn’t take a break because it was a live interview.

He didn’t say anything for the rest of the interview. As she was rapping up, he knew he was gonna be sicker and he knew it was going to be soon. They turned the cameras off and Liam half sprinted out of the room. Though not knowing the place, he couldn’t find the Bathroom.

He stopped suddenly as he gagged. He felt it coming. He gagged again, this time vomiting on the floor I front of him. He felt as if he was gonna fall over. He started to sway back and forth, as he felt a pair of hands on him holding him up.

He continued to throw up.

After a few minutes of throwing up, he started dry heaving. After a few minutes, he was done.

“Cmon lad. I’ll find someone to clean this up.” Louis whispered, guiding him back to the changing room.

After getting back to the room, Liam sat down, and almost immediately fell asleep. Louis went to go find a janitor or someone to clean up the mess.

When he woke, he was laying on Harry’s lap with Harry playing with his hair. He just laid there. He was tired.

“Cmon guys. Let’s go.” Louis came back into the room.

“Did you find someone to clean up the mess?” Harry questioned

“No. They said since we made the mess that we had to clean it up. I wanted to shove their faces into it, but it’s done. I took care of it.” He replied.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I promise: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Liam rambled on.

“It’s okay Li. I'd do anything to make sure you’re okay. Now let’s head home”

They all went back outside to reload the van. They made sure Liam had a bag beside him, just in case.

The drive home was really anti climatic. Liam slept, and everyone else was either on their phones, or just sitting there quietly. The only sounds in the car were Liam’s snores and Calum’s coughs.

Once they had arrived home, Louis carried Liam to his room. Magically he didn’t wake up. He placed him in his bed, took his shirt off, left a bucket and a cup of water by the bed, and left. A few minutes later, he returned with some pills and a thermometer. He placed the thermometer on his head and laid the pills on the table with the water. He heard the thermometer beep after a few seconds. It read 38 degrees. Not enough to worry about, but it was still a fever. He debated waking the boy, but decided to let him get some sleep instead.

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A couple hours later, Liam began to wake up. He looked at his phone to check the time.

The numbers read 4:56

He rolled over, and saw the bin on the ground. The sick feeling immediately returned, and he began to gag once again. He grabbed the bin and threw up. Not a lot, but he also didn’t have anything inside of him, so even the small amount hurt.

After he was done, he got up and went to the bathroom. He washed his mouth, and brushed his teeth. He then decided to recheck his temperature. He put it to his forehead, and a few seconds later, heard it beep.

It read 38.7

It wasn’t super high, but he definitely needed to take something to get it down. He grabbed the pills and the water on the table. He didn’t want to throw up again, but he wanted it to help, so he took them.

He also decided to change his clothes. He was swearing in his sleep, and he felt gross. He also probably smelt bad.

After a quick change of clothes, he decided to walk back downstairs. Again, the lazy boys were playing FIFA.

“OoO it looks like the zombies alive” Niall exclaimed.

“Thanks for the compliment Ni” Liam grinned back.

“How do you feel? You’ve been asleep for a while” Harry questioned.

“Better. I’ve gotta study.” Liam said quickly walking out of the living room.

“Wait.” He turned around “where’s Louis?”

“Having a meeting with management. They didn’t like his behaviour earlier.” Ashton said.

“Oh. Well I bet he didn’t like theirs either.” He half laughed, then walked out.

He sat at the table and began to study.

“Hey Li, we’re watching a movie! Wanna join?” Niall childish voice yelled from the living room.

“Uh sure. Just give me a second” Liam said, grabbing his computer and walking to the living room.

He sat down on one side of the couch, and put the foot rest up. He started shivering, probably from his fever.

He was so focused on the movie, he didn’t see Calum get up, and Ashton rushed after him.

He was distracted from the movie by retching and coughing coming from the bathroom.

Liam sighed. Now not only was he sick, but now Calum was sick too.

A couple minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom. Him and Ashton were both smiling. Liam was confused as to why they were smiling.

Ashton noticed his confused look.

“Oh don’t worry Liam, he’s not sick.” Ashton said.

“But I heard him throw up-“ Liam continued.

“Yeah, he did, but he’s not sick. He laughed too hard, started coughing, and threw up. It was pretty funny, actually.” Ashton laughed.

“Oh okay.” Liam sighed in relief

The movie continued. Liam kept falling asleep. He would fall asleep for a few seconds, then jump awake, then repeat the cycle.

“Liam needs to go back to bed” Niall said sarcastically.

Liam instantly got annoyed. He didn’t know why, but he got really mad.

“Fine” and with that, Liam got up and walked back to his room.

“Liam I was just joking, you just looked tired and-“ Niall started.

Liam ignored the rest. He was mad. He just went back to his room and went on his phone.

Then, after about 10 minutes of laying there, all the sudden, he felt really guilty. He shouldn’t have yelled at Niall like that. He didn’t do anything wrong. He began to cry. Not like, soft sad tears, but like he couldn’t breathe.

All this crying and hyperventilating made him sick again. He was throwing up, and he couldn’t breathe. He knocked the water off the table, which shattered when it hit the ground.

He could faintly hear the sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs before Louis bursted into the room.

“Hey hey it’s okay” he ran to Liam’s side to comfort him.

“Why are you freaking out so much Li? What’s wrong?”

Louis continued, starting to panic.

After the few minutes of comforting words and trying to calm him down, Liam could finally breathe again.

“What happened Liam? You fucking scared me” Louis asked, a relieved tone to his voice.

“I felt bad- I couldn’t breathe. I was so mean to him- Louis I’m such a bad person. I-“ Liam rambled on.

“Woah woah woah calm down. Look at me.” Louis pulled his head up, and looked into his eyes.

“That explains it.” He continued.

He stood up and got the thermometer off the table.

“One more time” he stuck it to Liam’s forehead.

It beeped. 39 degrees.

“Okay Liam, here’s the deal. I’m gonna give you some medicine. If you throw up, or your fever doesn’t go down, you’re gonna get an ice bath!” He said the last part with sarcastic excitement.

“Mkay” Liam mumbled.

He was delirious from his fever. He probably wouldn’t remember any of this.

“Here” Louis handed him the pills

Liam took the pills and went back to sleep. He awoke again at 9:30. He got up and went downstairs. Everyone was asleep at this point. He was tired. He grabbed a cup of water, then went back up to his room.

He then fell asleep, hoping to get a good night's sleep before their big day tomorrow, and silently thanked Louis for all of his help today.

#ashton 5sos #5sos #luke 5sos #calum 5sos #michael 5sos #5sos fanfic #one direction #onedirection #one direction fanfiction #liam payne #louis tomlinson #harry styles #niall horan #zayn malik #sickfic #fanfic

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merrybloomwrites · 5 months ago

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One Direction Masterlist (Updated 11/28/2024)

Harry Styles x Mitch Rowland x Sarah Jones x Reader

You Can Start a Family

Main Story: One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six ; Seven ; Eight ; Nine ; Ten

Sickfic Part 1 ; Part 2

Mitchrry Prequel

Fan Reactions

Holiday Blues

Mitchryy Reunion

Getting High

First Earthquake

Mitch x Reader Cockwarming

Harry x Reader First Time

Pet Loss

Coachella

One Direction

Ficlets

Passing Contact ; When You're Lost, Just Look for Me

Beach Day

Health Scare

Through the Dark (Choose Your Own)

Harry Styles x Louis Tomlinson x Reader

Oneshots

Cheese is a Good Thing

I Like to Watch

Series

Little Reader (In progress)

Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3

Something Great (in progress)

Harry Styles

Series

I Hear Them Calling

Prologue ; Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5 ; Chapter 6 ; Chapter 7 ; Chapter 8 ; Chapter 9

Thanksgiving

The Only Way of Knowing You

Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 , Chapter 5

Oneshots

Harryween

I Can't Take it Back

HS4 at Midnight?

Been Here for Days

Ficlets

Hard Launch

Fireflies

Louis Tomlinson

Ficlets

Mark Me

In Front of Me

Oneshots

Take the Pain Away

I Can Ease the Pain

Zayn Malik

Ficlets

Gardening

Niall Horan

Oneshots

She's (Not) Afraid

Good Girl

Ficlets

You're My Muse

Liam Payne

Ficlets

Rainy Days

#harry styles x reader #louis tomlinson x reader #liam payne x reader #niall horan x reader #zayn malik x reader #one direction x reader #one direction fanfiction #sarah jones x mitch rowland x reader #mitch rowland x reader #mitch rowland x harry styles #mitch rowland x sarah jones x reader #sarah jones x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you

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enchantedlandcoffee · 6 months ago

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April and May Fic Recs

Happy (belated) 28th!! Here's a list of a few fics I enjoyed in April and May! (Unfortunately without summaries because the list was getting long)

⋆⋆ Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson ⋆⋆

⋆ where we landed by @blueskiesrry ⋆

Mature | 70k | Slow Burn, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Sickfic

⋆ ocean wave blues by @babyhoneyheslt ⋆

Mature | 49.3k | Pirates, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

⋆ Quiet People Have The Loudest Minds by @2tiedships2 ⋆

Mature | 38k | Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mute Louis, Sign Language

⋆ Checking Them Out?: How To Use Your Library Science Degree To Get an Alpha by @insightfulinsomniac ⋆

Explicit | 19.9k | Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Fluff, Smut

⋆ In-flight entertainment by @lunarheslwt ⋆

Explicit | 6.8k | Light Dom/Sub, Watersports, Established Relationship

⋆ Glass Closets and Greenhouses by @tiredtiredtz ⋆

Explicit | 60.9k | Strangers to Lovers, Forced Proximity, Fake/Pretend Relationship

⋆ Save Me From Myself by @imogenleewriter ⋆

Explicit | 159.3k | Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Light BDSM, Light Dom/Sub

⋆ If You Like Causing Trouble Up in Hotel Rooms by @cc-horan28 ⋆

Explicit | 3.4k | Smut, Harry Styles is Obsessed with Louis Tomlinson, Dom/Sub Undertones

⋆ Needing You More and More, Let's Give Love A Try by supernope ⋆

Explicit | 33.9k | Friends to Lovers, Mpreg Harry, Lawyer Louis

⋆ deep in my heart i know there's only you by ballsdeepinjesus ⋆

Explicit | 23.1k | Mpreg, Friends to Lovers

⋆ Screaming But Daddy I Love Him by @wishingforloushair ⋆

Explicit | 21.8k | Loss of Virginity, Religious Guilt, Religious Discussion, Really Mild Homophobia

⋆ Sugar, Sugar by @parmahamlarrie ⋆

Explicit | 25k | Alternative Universe - Sugar Daddy, Alternative Universe - Soulmates, Strangers to Lovers

⋆ oh so familiar by @insightfulinsomniac ⋆

Explicit | 13.2k | Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, vampire!Louis, witch!Harry

⋆ On Love's Doorstep by @hellolovers13 ⋆

Teen and Up Audiences | 1.6k | Fluff, Harry Styles Wears a Dress, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Meet-Cute

⋆ A Hand to Hold and a Hand Held by @londonfoginacup | LadyLondonderry ⋆

Not Rated | 5.6k | Mpreg, Famous Louis, Non-Famous Harry, Alternate Universe - Teachers

⋆ i would know you from touch alone by @harruandlou | staybeautiful ⋆

Explicit | 72.8k | Soulmates, Enemies to Lovers, Organized Crime, Slow Burn

⋆ the very last drops of an ink pen by @harruandlou | staybeautiful ⋆

Explicit | 47.5k | Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Music Industry, Miscommunication, Angst, Getting Back Together

⋆ The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by @kingsofeverything ⋆

Explicit | 109k | Infidelity, Sexuality Crisis, Older Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Miscommunication, Falling In Love

⋆ you, in every color by @blueskiesrry ⋆

Explicit | 38k | Alternate Universe - Fashion & Models, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Idiots in Love, Fluff

⋆⋆ Rare Pairs ⋆⋆

⋆ you gave me a ring, lad! by @theeliampayne | wemadethishome ⋆

Liam Payne & Louis Tomlinson General Audiences | 236 | Friendship, Rings, louis got his ring!!

⋆ crying, denying, and movie nights by @theeliampayne | wemadethishome ⋆

Zayn Malik/Liam Payne General Audiences | 466 | Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Movie Night, Cuddling & Snuggling

⋆ I'd Follow You To Any Place by @cc-horan28 ⋆

Niall Horan/Harry Styles General Audiences | 5.9k | Alternate Universe - Non-Famous, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Niall Horan Loves Harry Styles, harry and animals, niall and animals

#28th appreciation #trackinghappily #trackinghome #tracksintheam #hlsource #hlcreators #1dsource #yourlarrysource #1d source #one direction #ao3 feed larry #larry fanfiction #fic recs #fic rec #september fic rec

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allwaswell16 · 1 year ago

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One Direction fics where a character unexpectedly gets a call from the hospital or must rush to the hospital for another character and end up realizing their feelings as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

❤️‍🩹 Own the Scars by @crinkle-eyed-boo

(E, 144k, rehab) Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he's supposed to want.

❤️‍🩹 Consequences by @allwaswell16

(E, 78k, amnesia au) Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up.

❤️‍🩹 Feels Like Coming Home by @phdmama

(E, 60k, angst) The last thing Harry Styles expects when he's hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that's exactly what happens.

❤️‍🩹 where the lights are beautiful by twoshipsdrifting / @polkadotlou

(M, 31k, omega Louis) the accidental bonding a/b/o fic

❤️‍🩹 devil's waltz by nebuloussubject

(M, 23k, canon) a sickfic with a slow burn

❤️‍🩹 Hypotheticals (series) by tomlinsunshine

(T, 15k, friends to lovers) This whole "running away" thing really isn't going as planned.

❤️‍🩹 Stay by rabbithole28

(M, 12k, exes to lovers) Louis was taken to hospital after a car accident. They called Harry letting him know that his fiance was unconscious and in a serious condition. The only problem was, Harry hadn't seen Louis since he walked out of their flat three years earlier.

❤️‍🩹 Wanna Do Nothing With You by whoknows

(E, 9k, canon) The accident happens in the stupidest way possible. One minute Louis is demonstrating a skateboard trick he’d just learned for Lottie, the next he’s waking up in a hospital.

❤️‍🩹 tides thrash inside by ifthat / @lovehl

(E, 8k, a/b/o) "How could I call you when I needed you as far as possible to sever our spatial bond?”

❤️‍🩹 Tight Grip on Reality by roseslotuslouis / @fandomaws

(G, 8k, angels) Louis is called as Harry’s emergency contact after he gets into an accident and they are thrust back into each others lives

❤️‍🩹 Together We're the Greatest by @hellolovers13

(E, 4k, exes) It's not the first time Louis has to stitch Harry back together, but Louis will make sure it is the last.

❤️‍🩹 Twenty Stitches In A Hospital Room by betty_and_i

(NR, 3k, paramedic Harry) H is a paramedic and him and L broke up a few months ago over something stupid which caused them to not talk again. Fastforward L is in a situation that causes someone needing to call the paramedics for him and H is the one to be there at the scene

—Rare Pairs—

❤️‍🩹 We Used To Wait by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(E, 56k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Louis has an accident, but nobody even knows he and Nick are going out.

❤️‍🩹 some velvet morning, years too late by tintedglasses

(T, 35k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Louis wakes up in the hospital with unfinished business at his bedside. Turns out Nick has some unfinished business, too.

❤️‍🩹 I got myself in a mess (and without you I'm in more) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(M, 9k, Zayn/Liam) He’d laughed a bit, at first, when Louis had given it to him, when he’d explained all about the app that it was connected to, the emergency contacts that would be notified and sent his exact location “if you just double tap the back of the charm, see” because Louis was that friend, the mom friend

#ficrec #1dficvillage #trackinghappily #trackinghome #tracksintheam #1dsource #hltracks #ficsfor4am

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agenttwinklecreates · 4 months ago

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Fanfiction Prompts Welcome!

I'm just starting off my little corner of the internet and I'll like to start off with asking for Agents of S.H.I.E.l.D. fanfic prompts! Please only request one-shots

My Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/TwinklingSkies

Absolutley!

Ship centered fics: Staticquake, Fitzsimmons, Mackelena, Philinda, Huntingbird, Fitzhunter, Fitzlincoln, Pipsy, MaYo, Dekesy (more ships unlisted)

Missing scenes

Canon divergent AUs

Character studies

Fluff, hurt/comfort, emotional angst

Sickfics of any kind

Maybe! (I really have to be into these prompts, but don't be afraid to ask for them!)

Daniel Sousa/Daisy Johnson

Post canon

AUs that take place in an entirely different setting

Songfics

Explicit gore/violence

Soulmate AUs

No! (will ignore any prompts with the following)

Anything with Grant Ward

Pregnancy fics / Kid fics

Harry Potter AUs

Torture fics

Bashing certain characters or ships

Phil Coulson/Daisy Johnson

NSFW (I'm a minor!)

I love to experiment with tropes and my style so basically don't give me anything that would be tagged "dead dove: do not eat" and I'll most likely do your fic!

#agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#fanfiction #requests open #StaticQuake #FitzSimmons

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planetharrie · 2 years ago

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Partied a Lil’ Too Hard

Available to read on my Wattpad @PlanetHarrie

In which Harry’s possibility of holding his liquor is tested to the limits and he leaves a thoughtful gift for his fiancée the following morning.. 🍾🧺😷

Warnings: Mentions of vomiting

(not quite sure why I put Niall as character when Harry’s not famous, oops!🫣)

⭐️

"Alright big guy," Niall wheezed as an unstable Harry began drooping from his drunken grip, "lean on me—that's it, buddy."

They were both drunk; Harry more on the plastered side. Tonight was Niall’s birthday celebration and he'd been drinking like it was his 21st birthday party and not Niall's. The said birthday-boy was holding up Harry's entire body weight on his right side as they stumbled down m the plastered-man’ lamppost-lighten street.

"Here we are, H." The ex-blonde pushed Harry into his front garden when they arrived at his and Lucille's house and had him lean against the frame of the front door. Before knocking, Niall fished his phone out from his pocket; it was about to hit 2 A.M on the dot and he winced. The likelihood of Lucille being awake at this hour was far from high.

Despite his doubt, Niall rapped two of his knuckles on the oak and stepped back while biting his lip. He scanned the house for any lights or sign of life inside and breathed a sigh of relief when the hallway light beamed through the glass of the front door. Rustling of keys was heard on the other side.

Niall's drunk eyes wandered over to Harry who's body was slumped and looked like it was about to kneel over. His chest hitched with a drunk hiccup.

"Mate, brush your teeth when you get in; for Lucille's sake if not yours." Niall grimaced at the putrid stench of booze practically radiating off of his friend.

"Shu'thefuckup. ." Was what Harry slurred back and swallowed warily afterwards with a hand placed on his sloshing stomach.

Lucille eventually opened the door, revealing herself wrapped up in her short, silk dressing gown. Her hair was falling out of its plait and she was squinting with tired and confused eyes under the warm hallway light.

"Hey, Luce." Niall started. He eyed Harry's fiancé carefully as he helped Harry stand straighter. "Sorry for waking you; he's absolutely hammered."

"I. . . can see that. . ." She stepped back and allowed Niall to nudge Harry inside. "Did he forget it was your birthday party and not his?"

"Ello, m'lovie." Harry slurred. Lucille could only attempt a smile but it turned into more of a grimace as she stared up and down her fiancé; he was shirtless, sweaty and his jeans were low and showing his boxers.

"Niall, where's his top?"

She was passed Harry's t-shirt which was clearly congealed with a portion of last night's dinner and drinks down its front. She sighed and draped it over the stair banister.

"Well, thanks for bringing him back. Guess I'm on babysitting duty for tonight." Lucille folded her arms.

"Well, he's your fiancé!" Niall sarcastically saluted as he backed out of the house. Lucille shoved his chest and pushed her front door shut, leaving her and Harry alone.

Now that Niall had left, she unwrapped her dressing gown and draped it across the banister on top of Harry's soiled shirt. She was left in a see-through white tank top that was bunched up around her waist from sleep and a pair of plain black panties. Harry cheekily cupped one of her boobs and smirked.

"Y'look so pretty, Baby. . ." Harry pulled her into his chest and kissed her hair. He'd always been a real cuddly person when he'd get drunk.

Lucille rubbed his bare back with a dry laugh but quickly froze and grimaced when he suppressed a drunk burp into her hair. Her eyes widened and she pulled back, staring up at Harry, who only looked back at her innocently.

"Gross, H!" She chuckled and pulled away, "it's bed time for you.”

"M'not tired, Luce!" He whined, "jus' wanna kiss you all over, Baby. . . m’pretty girl. . .”

Lucille gently took his hands from her chest, "No chance, Mister. Sleep; now."

Harry eventually trudged up the wooden hill and stripped his jeans off and climbed into bed. He'd actually fallen twice while trying to actually clamber onto the mattress but finally got settled with Lucille's help. She too climbed in and tried tucking him under the duvet,

"No, 's too hot." He pouted and rolled over onto his side, his back facing Lucille.

"Too hot for a cuddle?"

Harry's ears seemed to perk up and he rolled back over and spooned his fiancé. She giggled softly and stroked his cheek.

"Did y'have fun tonight?" Lucille whispered softly, breathing in his cologne and alcohol-mixed scent. The answer she received was a soft snore. Her face was gobsmacked and she rolled over with a joking scoff, squirming into Harry's big spoon and drifted off to sleep.

⭐️

When Harry woke up later the same morning, he was met with a face full of sunshine barging in through the window. He groaned and squinted while shakily covering his eyes with his hands.

Lucille was already awake and sat up against the headboard on her laptop when her hungover fiancé aroused from his post-drunk slumber. She set the computer aside and stroked Harry's bed-hair out of his face.

"Hey. . . how're you feeling?" Her voice cooed quietly. The reply she got was another grumble and her fingers pinched her reading glasses to rest them on the top of her own bed-head.

"The sun? Wha'the fuck?"

"Sorry, I opened the curtains; thought it would be good for you to have some vitamin-D on your face," She shrugged slightly, "I can close them if you like?"

"Yes, please." Harry mumbled. Lucille padded over to the window and drew the curtains shut before climbing back into bed.

"Sleep well? It's nearly one in the afternoon!"

Harry slouched himself against the headboard and rubbed the sleep from his eye as he recollected his thoughts. "Not bad; was sick at one point though.."

Lucille frowned and worry crossed her features. She shifted slightly so that she could fully face Harry; she couldn't help the flow of concerned questions that rambled out her mouth.

"You were? Where? Are you still feeling sick?"

"In the bucket." Harry simply replied with a yawn tailing. Lucille's frown only deepened; what bucket?

"What bucket, Harry?" She began subtly glancing around their bedroom for a puddle of stomach contents soaked into their carpet.

"The bucket you left out for me, Luce." Harry shortly snapped, his hand flopping to from his face to his side in frustration. He looked up at his fiancé and was slightly frightened at the complete confusion written on her face. "Lucille!The bucket at the end of the bed!"

His fiancée shook her head. "Babe, I didn't—" Lucille paused and crawled a little to peer over the edge of the bed.

She had been correct; she hadn't left a bucket out for Harry that night which meant that the said 'bucket' was actually their round laundry basket with a pile of freshly-folded, clean clothes inside. "Fuck, Harry!"

Lucille rounded the bed and picked up her basket as Harry swung his legs of the edge of the mattress and sat up. She had a look of disgust and horror on her face as she shoved her clean clothes under Harry's chin. His eyes widened.

"Shi-i-it. . ." He drew out and scratched his forehead shamefully, "God, I'm so sorry."

Crusty, half-dried vomit soaked into the t-shirt on top of the folded pile and Harry had to swallow a gag from erupting while he stared at his mess.

"Luce, I'm really sorry but can you please—" He swallowed cautiously and pushed the plastic washing basket away, "—get it away; it's making me feel weird."

Lucille sighed and dropped the basket to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed next time him, running her hand through his hair. He leaned into her touch and shut his eyes momentarily. "Fancy some breakfast then?” She offered softly but she knew the answer she was going to get.

"Nah, I-I'm good. For now at least.”

"I was thinking pancakes? . ."

"No—seriously I'm good, Lucille. . .”

"With thick maple syrup drizzled on top. ."

Harry gagged (ever so slightly) at the description of Lucille's ideal breakfast, earning a laugh from her. "Alright, alright; I'll stop." She glanced at Harry's features.

His face was an uncomfortable grey colour and his hair was suddenly plastered with sweat to his forehead, making it look like he had some kind of bowl haircut. "Hey. . . You 'kay?"

Her hand slowly began rubbing up and down his bare back while Harry slowly swallowed with a weary shake of his head.

He felt her lean across him and opened his eyes, only to be greeted by a glass of foggy water being waved in front of him. She told him to take a sip. Before he could listen to his nauseous stomach and decline, Harry realised how dry and stale his mouth and throat felt and took the glass in both hands.

The water slid down his throat; it felt good and refreshing so he took another two sips before placing the glass back down on his bedside table.

"Ergh—god. . ." Harry grimaced, his green eyes blinked slowly as he stared at a spot of the carpet intensely. The water wasn't feeling good in his stomach as it did going down his throat.

"What's wrong?" Lucille questioned, tickling the back of his neck softly.

"The water. ." His throat bobbed and Lucille watched the grey fade into green in his complexion. "it's hit my stomach like a rock."

Lucille hesitated before opening her mouth to suggest laying back down. That was then Harry quickly stood up with slight panic but slowed his walking pace when he began heading for the bedroom door.

"Where're you going?!"

An incoherent reply drew quiet when Harry walked down the landing and swiftly shut the bathroom close behind him. Lucille stayed seated, twiddling her engagement ring while listening for Harry to come back from the bathroom.

It was the agonising retch from down the hall that had her standing up and bounding into the bathroom. Harry was knelt in front of the toilet with his head hanging just above the bowl; his mouth opened with a gag and his shoulders rolled forward as he heaved up his second bout.

Lucille swore under her breath and bent down at the waist to smooth back Harry's sweat-soaked hair from his face. With her own hair in her eyes, she scanned the bathroom counter for Harry's mini claw clip and briskly pinned back his fringe. She then knelt down behind him and rubbed the nape of his neck while he panted over the toilet. Harry moaned and shifted closer to his safe-haven, holding his head in one of his propped-up arms on the toilet seat.

"Shhh, you're okay. ." Lucille cooed to her fiancé. Harry barely felt her kiss and rest her forehead on his bare, sweaty back before he rocked forward with another dire retch.

"Lucille." Harry called for her between bouts of projectile vomiting and her heart broke; she'd never heard him sound so vulnerable before. She watched in pity as he reached down and held his bare stomach while profusely spitting into his mess in the water.

"I know, Lovely; just get it all up and you'll feel so much better. . ."

"'S all jus' alcohol—no food." Harry breathily hiccuped at the swirling sight of his sick in the toilet. Lucille reached up and flushed away last night's mistakes before pulling Harry into her lap and tucking his head into her chest.

"Do you feel any better?" She whispered, stroking his hairline. He gulped and nodded, his warm breath fanning her collarbone. Lucille smiled to herself and rubbed slow, firm circles along his back.

The two sat for a few minutes in comfortable silence, Lucille rocking them both side to side ever so slightly.

Harry pulled away from her touch and sat up after a while and Lucille was on high alert, thinking he was going to be sick again. Her panic settled when he cracked his cheeky smile and tucked her hair behind her ear,

"Lucille, I think I'm ready to stomach some of those pancakes of yours."

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#harry styles #harry styles instagram #harry styles fluff #soft harry #harry styles social media #harry styles writing #love on tour #harry styles imagine #harry styles prompts #harry styles x oc #harry x reader #harry's house album #dad!harry #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic #harrys house #dadrry #harry styles sickfic #wattpad

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violetsandfluff · 2 years ago

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Cough Drops and Extra Love

this took a hot minute whole ass month but I think it was worth it? prepare yourself for 4.2k of sick, clingy harry fluff <3 tw: sickness, mentions of throwing up, nudity, *brief* mention of sex, and loads of fluffffff so if that’s not your cup of tea, don’t read any further. I proofread this a billion times and it’s still not quite right, but it’s as good as I’ll get it.

“Hey, rockstar,” you beamed as Harry strode off the stage and into your arms. He flipped his water bottle and raised it to his lips to finish whatever was left in it before re-wrapping his arms around you. He lowered his head so it was resting on top of yours.

“I love you, baby, I’m so proud of you,” you went on. “How was it?”

Harry just shook his head. “Exhausting,” he muttered at last. “I love you, too, pumpkin.” Casting you a half-hearted smile, he straightened and picked up another water bottle, immediately opening it and downing half of it.

“Someone’s thirsty,” you joked.

Harry let out a dry laugh.

“You’re not very talkative tonight,” you mentioned bluntly. “Usually you’re talking a mile a minute after a show.”

“Tired. And my throat hurt,” was his raspy response before quickly adding, “but it’s better now.”

“Are you sure?” you asked skeptically. “A few sips of water fixed it just like that?”

Harry nodded before throwing his arms around your neck from behind and letting his cheek rest atop your head. “I’m tired, ‘s all,” he said finally. “And thirsty.”

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Once you were home, the first thing Harry did was sink onto the couch and emit a prolonged sigh.

“Oh, baby. What’s wrong?” you asked, plopping onto the cushion next to him.

“Tired,” he sniffed. “Will you take a shower with me?”

“Why?” you asked cautiously.

“Not f’that reason,” he assured you with a soft but priceless smile.

“You want me to help you wash your hair?” you guessed and he nodded, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Only f’you want to, lovie.” His words were followed closely by a poorly stifled sneeze that you chose to ignore. Instead, you made your way to the bathroom and turned on the shower to ensure that it would be nice and warm once Harry stepped in.

When at last he entered the shower in all his naked glory, he stepped towards you and enfolded your waist in his strong arms. He kissed your forehead a few times before resting his head on it once more.

“‘S so warm,” he mused, planting a few more kisses on your head. “Feels nice.”

“I’m glad,” you cooed, reaching up to ruffle his hair, which was now damp and matted down thanks to the water. You wriggled out of his grasp and reached for your shampoo, squeezing a generous amount onto your hands.

“Bend down,” you instructed, and he obeyed, lowering his head so you could reach all of his hair.

You worked the suds into his hair, using your fingertips to massage his scalp as you went.

His eyes fell shut in pleasure as he enjoyed the sensation.

“Don’t fall asleep standing up,” you warned jokingly.

He shook his head and let out a gentle laugh. “It feels so good when you wash my hair.”

“Does your head hurt?”

“A little,” he admitted reluctantly. “Not too bad, though.”

A soft smile spread across your face as you continued working the excessive amount of bubbles into his hair. The shampoo allowed it to stick up in all directions, making it resemble a clown.

“You’re so cute, Harry,” you giggled. “You can rinse your hair now.”

“Already?” he whined, leaning his head back into the warm stream of water, running his hands through his sudsy hair to get every last bit of shampoo out. A few coughs and sneezes escaped him as he emerged from the waterfall, shaking any remaining water droplets from his hair.

You repeated the washing process with a more reasonable amount of conditioner, working it into his hair while she massaged his scalp.

When you finished helping him rinse it out, he wrapped you in another warm embrace, holding you tightly against his chest.

“You’re so clingy tonight,” you noticed.

“S’cuz I love you,” he replied, his voice muffled in your wet hair.

“Are you feeling okay?”

He nodded once before ultimately deciding to shake his head, pulling you closer to his chest.

“Does Jeff know you don’t feel well?”

Harry tensed slightly. “He knew I had a headache before going on, and that my throat was sore afterward,” he said slowly.

“Do you want to tell him or should I?” you asked as you turned off the water.

Harry immediately began to shiver, deprived of the warmth the water had been providing. He wrapped his arms around himself before sidling up next to you again. “Tell who what?”

“Tell Jeff that you’re sick. Do you want to tell him or should I?”

“No.” Harry shook his head, clearing his throat to ward off the persistent tickle that tormented it.

“No what?”

“I just need sleep, Y/N. ‘S all it is. Jeff doesn’t need to know.”

You just shook your head. “I’ll worry about Jeff later. For now,” you trailed off, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead. “You’re pretty warm.”

His eyes fell to the ground. “Sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry,” you assured him quickly. “Come here.”

Harry stepped reluctantly out of the shower, stumbling backward upon moving his head too quickly.

“Careful!” you exclaimed instinctively, reaching out to steady him. “You okay?”

He nodded bashfully as his face reddened in embarrassment. “Sorry, lovie.” He spoke in a lighter tone than usual so as not to strain his fatigued voice further.

“Don’t be sorry,” you insisted. “Dry yourself off and I’ll help blow dry your hair.”

Satisfied, he grabbed his towel and began drying off. Any reason for you to play with his hair comforted him.

You rung your hair out in the sink and slipped into a pair of comfortable, loose-fitting sweats before removing your hair dryer from its place in the drawer.

Harry, still wrapped in his towel, sat down on the closed toilet seat to give you better a better view of the top of his head. You dried his hair as quickly as you could, not worrying about what it looked like. After all, it would inevitably get worse as he slept.

Once his hair was thoroughly dried, you led him into the bedroom, instructing him to lie down on top of the duvet.

He did as he was told, and you worked briskly to cover his body in lotion. The lotion was uncomfortably cold on his abnormally warm skin, causing goosebumps to form up and down his limbs. Despite your haste, you made an effort to massage his sore muscles, causing soft groans to escape his rosy lips.

“I’m cold,” he whined desperately, his voice weak and broken. “I just want to go to bed.”

Your heart flooded with compassion at his words. You passed him his pajamas, which he donned immediately. As he did so, you busied yourself pulling back the duvet and comforter.

Harry wasted no time lying down, curling up into a shivering ball against the cool, white sheets.

Presently, you joined him, positioning your body beside his in an attempt to warm him. Instead, he turned away, curling up in the opposite direction.

“I’d feel awful if I got y’sick,” he explained hoarsely. “I don’t feel sexy anymore.”

“Oh, Harry,” you sighed, enveloping him in a warm embrace against his protests. “How do you expect to get better without snuggles?”

He all but melted into you, embracing you and leaning his forehead into your shoulder as his eyelids fell shut.

“Are you comfortable?” you inquired sweetly, to which he responded with a nod as vigorous as his dizzy body would allow.

Once he was comfortable, it didn’t take long for him to start drifting off. You took the opportunity to text Jeff, who agreed that if Harry was sick enough to admit it, there was definitely something wrong. He agreed to drop off some medicine, as well as other items that would benefit Harry, but until then, you were instructed to give him Tylenol to help ward off some of his discomforts.

You shook his already-sleeping body reluctantly, sighing sympathetically when he let out a disgruntled whimper. His exhausted eyes found yours as he stuffed his hands with handfuls of your sweatshirt.

You apologized profusely for rousing him so suddenly before handing him the pills and a bottle of water, which he downed obediently before returning his head to its place on your chest.

“Jeff’s coming with actual medicine,” you informed him, “but hopefully this will take the edge off your headache.”

Harry gave you a weak smile and a grateful hug, mumbling one last apology before shutting his heavy eyes once more. “‘M sorry I’m sick.”

He had been asleep for less than five minutes when Jeff let himself in with supplies in tow. After one mere glance at Harry’s sleep-distraught figure, it was evident that he wasn’t well at all. Jeff set the bag down gingerly on the bed, whispering some generic instructions before leaving as quietly as possible.

You opened the bag painfully carefully, but the rustling of the plastic didn’t fail to stir Harry from his light sleep.

He looked up at you with glossy, dilated eyes, letting out a few sniffles and coughs.

“Jeff brought this for you,” you said, beckoning to the bag. “Sorry I woke you up again.”

“‘S fine,” he sighed softly.

“He brought some medicine as well as a thermometer, cough drops, and extra tissues. And he left some soup in the fridge for us to heat up when we want some.”

Harry attempted to smile as he tightened his grip around you, burying his face in your shoulder to escape the light of the lamp you switched on.

“I was told not to give you medicine until tomorrow to keep better track of doses, but you were also prescribed plenty of cough drops and extra love.”

Harry brightened immediately, eager for love and an extra something to soothe his irritated throat.

You ripped the package of cough drops open, inhaling their inherently intoxicating fragrance before popping one into his waiting mouth.

He thanked you by managing a weak smile before clacking it against his teeth a few times and lying back down.

“Don’t fall asleep with that,” you warned jokingly.

“I won’t,” he replied, his voice low and raspy. “My head hurts, Y/N.”

“Give the Tylenol some time to work,” you suggested gently, running your fingers through his freshly washed hair.

His eyes fell shut at the sensation as he leaned instinctively into your touch.

“Now I smell like you,” he sniffled, enjoying the attention despite himself.

It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, but it also didn’t take him long to wake up. He found himself unable to sleep for more than two hours at a time. He was hot and cold simultaneously and every muscle in his body seared with a dull ache. Every time he began to drift off, he awoke immediately, needing to cough or sneeze.

After waking up for the third time, he ultimately decided to move to your other side in hopes of finding a more comfortable position to lie in without straying too far from your comforting body heat.

You adjusted the blankets around him as he adjusted his grip around your waist. HJose tired, glassy eyes looked up at you, blinking profusely as a singular tear slid down his cheek.

You used your thumb to brush it from his cheek and his eyebrows lifted in surprise.

“You didn’t think I’d notice?” you asked in disbelief, feeling your heart sink.

He shrugged, trying to blink back the tears that welled up in his eyes, but his efforts were in vain.

“Oh, Harry,” you sighed, massaging his head gently as he leaned into you. “Why don’t you to go back to sleep?”

“I’m too tired,” he complained.

“Too tired to sleep?”

“I can’t get comfortable,” he explained miserably.

“We can watch a movie together if you want,” you suggested.

“That might wake me up enough to sleep,” he said softly, letting out a few coughs as he scrubbed at his eyes.

You couldn’t help but smile, though you knew he was only clingy because he didn’t feel well. You leaned past him to grab your laptop off of the ground, as well as the tissue box, knowing all too well that he would need it. The moment you opened your laptop, a wave of blue light illuminated the room.

Harry whimpered softly, burying his face in your neck as you rushed to turn the brightness down, blinking the dark spots out of your vision after the shock.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you cooed. “That didn’t help your headache any, did it?”

He shook his head, muffling a short set of sniffles into your shoulder.

“What do you want to watch?”

He shrugged. “Your choice,” he rasped sleepily, moving closer to your chest. “I’ll watch anything.”

Your eyes moved from the glowing computer screen to Harry’s sick body, clinging onto you desperately.

You let out a low hum as you shut your computer and carded your fingers through his messy, blow-dried hair “You just want to be held, huh?”

He nodded solemnly, forgetting his signature cheekiness amid his fevered state as unpreventable tears sprang to his eyes for a second time that night.

Wordlessly, your arms enveloped his middle as you held him to your chest.

A shiver wracked his body as he allowed himself to be held, growing warm and tired in your arms. “I love when you hold me,” he muttered sleepily. Had his face not been buried in your chest, you would have noticed a rosy tint creeping into his cheeks.

In the comfort of your arms, he drifted off immediately, finally succumbing to the sound sleep his body craved.

You fell asleep shortly thereafter, waking up what seemed like minutes later to the sun streaming in through the closed curtains. You were sore from lying in the same position for so long, and your right arm was asleep from being under Harry’s weight. On top of that, you were almost sweating from the heat he had generated onto you throughout the night

A brief glance at him, however, told you he hadn’t moved all night. I’m

Based on the light coming in from outside, it was morning, meaning you could administer his first dose of medicine. Moving slowly so as not to wake him, you tiptoed from the room to use the bathroom and freshen up. You took the time to wash your face, brush your teeth, and get your hair out of your face, feeling miraculously put together as you exited the bathroom and headed for the kitchen to fetch him a bottle of water.

In the short time you were gone, Harry had woken up and repositioned himself to be curled up around a pillow, sniffling and coughing into it.

Climbing back into bed, you ruffled his hair affectionately as he let out a disgruntled sigh, rubbing the sleep from his puffy eyes.

“How do you feel, bubs?”

Harry wrinkled his nose in distaste at the pet name. “‘M okay,” he began before clearing his throat and trying again. “I feel like shit.” The throat-clearing irritated his already-sore throat, causing him to cough.

You rubbed his back sympathetically as he sniffled before continuing to rub his eyes.

“I can give you medicine now,” you said brightly. “Hopefully, it will help perk you up and bring your fever down. You’re like a little heating pad right now.”

“A little heating pad,” he repeated, smiling slightly despite himself.

“A little bed-headed, cough drop-scented heating pad.”

He sighed contentedly as your hands found their way to his hair once again. “My head hurts,” he commented.

“I’ll get you your medicine and water. Does oatmeal sound good or would you rather eat something else?”

“Do I have to?” he grimaced before muffling a stuffy sneeze into his pillow.

“You can’t take the medicine on an empty stomach.” you reasoned. “Plus, when was the last time you ate?”

He sneezed one more time before agreeing begrudgingly. “Anything to make me feel better,” he sighed before coughing again into the crook of his arm.

“I’ll be right back. In the meantime, rest your voice.”

Harry nodded, zipping his lips obediently. He leaned back against the cool pillows, pulling the comforter up to his chin. His whole body was tired and achy, and his head was foggy and throbbing. His nose was alternating between stuffed up and runny, and his chest felt tight and heavy. He could barely sit up without his head spinning and almost everything made his feverish, irritable body threaten to burst into tears. He knew he was being clingy, but he could scarcely keep his hands off of you. He needed your warm, comforting body near his more than anything else in the world. Because of that, a sigh of relief escaped his chapped lips when you finally returned to the bedroom.

After setting down the oatmeal and water on the nightstand nearest your side of the bed, which he had inhabited as of late, you couldn’t resist his outstretched arms.

He buried his fever-warmed face in your neck as you ran your fingers up and down his back.

“‘M sorry I’m being such a baby,” he mumbled. “‘S just, I haven’t felt this sick in forever.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him, squishing his dimpled cheeks. “You baby me all the time. Now it’s your turn to be babied.” You looked over his sick body with sad eyes before passing him the bowl of oatmeal from your nightstand.

He stared blankly at it for a moment before raising a spoonful to his lips. He swallowed a few bites wordlessly before lowering the bowl back down to his lap. “Is that enough?”

You shook your head sadly. “A few more bites, baby. Then we can give you your medicine.”

Harry choked down four more bites of the gormless oatmeal before pushing his bowl back in defiance.

You handed him his pills and a glass of water, both of which he downed readily.

Leaning back against the pillows once more, he cast you a forlorn, heart-melting gaze. His eyes were puffy and watery from fatigue, and his lips were chapped from excess licking. His nose was on fire from the number of times it had been wiped and coddled, but somehow, he was still unfairly cute.

“‘F I can’t sing, can we at least have sex or something?” He looked at you with inquisitive green eyes as he awaited your response.

“Oh, baby,” you sighed. “You’re too tired to sit up fully. How do you expect to have sex?”

He shrugged as a look of defeat crossed his face. “I don’t know,” he admitted, “I’m sorry. Just bored.”

“I know,” you pouted. “Is there anything you want to do?”

“We could watch a movie,” he suggested, beckoning toward the brand-new bedroom tv that had yet to be turned on. Harry never failed to cheer you up when you were under the weather, but you weren’t used to being the caretaker. He fell ill so seldom, and when he did, it was almost always mild and gone in a day or two, tops. Now, glancing over his long body, bundled up in blankets, you hoped you could give him a similar assurance.

“Find a movie while I make us some tea.” You passed him the remote from atop the stout dresser beneath the tv before exiting the room. You made the tea hastily, not wanting to leave Harry alone for too long. Because being sick made him especially clingy, leaving for more than a few minutes at a time would cause inevitable whining from him. When you re-entered the room, mugs of tea in hand, Harry wasn’t there.

Your brow knitted in confusion. Poking your head into the ensuite bathroom, you saw him curled up in a heap on the cold tile before the toilet.

A sound of concern similar to a cat’s meow brewed at the back of your throat. You padded over to where he lay and crouched beside him.

He rolled to his side, brushing the hair from his face to make better eye contact with you.

“What’s the matter, baby?” you inquired, concern evident in your voice. “Did you throw up?”

“Not yet,” he stammered nervously. You noticed how his body trembled when he forced himself to sit up. “I thought I ate enough.”

“It could be completely unrelated,” you suggested, rubbing consoling circles on his broad back. You could see the embarrassment and discomfort on his face as he glanced warily from the toilet to you and down to his hands.

“Maybe,” he sniffled in agreement, barely daring to move for fear of getting sick.

“It’ll make you feel better,” you promised. “It might seem gross, but it’s all in your head. I guarantee you’ll feel a thousand times better when it’s over.”

Harry leaned back on his elbows, staring expressionlessly at the wall as his face grew pale. His breathing became rapid and shallow. In one swift burst of strength, he repositioned himself so he was hunched over the toilet, his forearms resting on the rim.

You rubbed his back comfortingly for a painfully long couple of seconds until he finished, shrinking back against the blank, white wall. When you joined him, he wasted no time placing his head in your lap and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You played with his hair in silence, twisting the frizzy strands around your finger and unraveling them again.

“Do you feel better?” you asked lovingly as you continued to twist his hair and stroke his cheeks.

He nodded, his eyes fluttering closed as they welled up with tears.

“Are you ready to brush your teeth or do you want to stay here for a moment longer?”

“Stay here,” he mumbled. “You stay here, too.” He looked at you with tearful puppy eyes before muffling his sniffles into your shirt.

“Oh, Harry,” you cooed gently. “What’s wrong? Don’t be embarrassed.”

“‘S just disgusting,” he spat. “I’m disgusting.”

“Why don’t you brush your teeth?”

“What if I get sick again?”

“Do you still feel nauseous?” you tried to respond calmly to his panic.

He shook his head slowly. “I just don’t want it to happen again.”

“It’s okay if it does. You’ll get better.”

Harry peeled his weak body off the floor, steadying himself on the counter as he reached for his toothbrush and toothpaste.

After a thorough cleaning of his teeth, he retreated to his bed, where he burrowed into the covers in an attempt to soothe his shivering body. He poked his head out from the covers just long enough to unpause The Notebook, his comfort movie, before returning to his cocoon.

A few minutes later, after disinfecting the bathroom, you joined him beneath the mountains of covers.

Instinctively, he cuddled up beside you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and embracing you profusely. He gradually began tracing imaginary patterns on your chest with his fingers, tired eyes half-lidded with sleep.

“You still don’t have any energy, do you?” You frowned slightly as he managed to shake his head.

He muffled a series of three consecutive sneezes into your shirt before sniffling a few times and returning to the patterns he was creating.

“I have your tea if you’re ready for it.”

He shook his head and let one final sneeze shiver out of his clammy body.

“Why don’t you go to sleep while you wait for the medicine to kick in?”

He nodded gratefully, seizing the opportunity to let his heavy eyelids fall shut.

“Baby.” You let out a prolonged sigh. “You don’t need my permission to sleep. You know that, right?”

“I know,” he sniffled hoarsely. ��Can you spoon me?”

“Of course, lovie,” you mused sadly. “If only you were smaller, I could hold you on my lap and rock you to sleep like a baby.”

Harry whimpered softly as you removed one of your hands from his grasp to ruffle his hair.

“It’s not my fault I’m bigger than you,” he whined.

You had to laugh at his comment. You placed a cool hand on each of his cheeks, causing his eyes to flutter shut in contentment.

A delicate kiss was pressed to his forehead before he rolled over, finding his way into your eager arms.

He mumbled a word of appreciation as his eyelids fluttered closed for long-awaited sleep.

The next few days were a rollercoaster. You had to deal with Harry being extra clingy and emotional due to having to cancel shows for the first time ever. You spent countless hours curled up beside him as he slept, and you spent many evenings with him either relaxing in the tub or shampooing his hair in the shower. You dealt him tissues and cough drops as needed, as well as heated up the soup Jeff had delivered (which proved to be more than plentiful).

You watched in relief as Harry’s energy and cheekiness returned day by day. Soon, he grew more talkative, and not long after that, he returned to the state of despair he had been in earlier that week due to cancelling shows.

Even while sick, though, he never stopped asking for kisses.

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indigo-scarf · 2 years ago

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A rec list for one of my favourite rare pairs: Draco/Goyle. Out of the few fics written about them, an impressive number have exactly what I like to read: humour, gentleness, and Draco being a little shit. Enjoy! 🐍

One Night by Indigo_Scarf (E, 1.8k) - Self-rec! Draco hates himself and everyone else, but Goyle just wants to love him.

Evening Field by vulcunt (M, 3.7k) - Bitter post-war Draco and Goyle trying to help. Immaculate dusk vibes + watching a frog with your crush, how cottagecore.

hangover/hang under by orphan_account (7.2k) - More immaculate dusk vibes + dark academia style. Goyle is the weighted blanket to Draco's anxiety.

misbegotten by Anonymous (M, 1k) - More of Draco's anxiety and Goyle's soothing, grounding touch.

Best Friends Forever by frogslayr (anno_Hreog) (M, 2.7k) - Goyle enjoys getting turned into a girl, while Draco is going mad. Hilarious lines, Draco being terrible, Goyle giving him the comfort he secretly craves.

Daddy's Little Goyle by foreword (G, 887) - Goyle's conflicted reflections on turning into a girl, wishing Draco would notice him, and taking pride in helping him with his mission.

Good Girl, Goyle by MalihiniMoon (2.8k) - Another one exploring Goyle's turning into a girl. Goyle's voice in this is delightfully comical and crass.

He Dare Not Speak Its Name by musikurt (G, 321) - Goyle is swooning and daydreaming about Draco, while Draco just sees him as comic relief.

Healing the Hole by Alisanne (514) - Draco and Goyle use sex, drugs, and each other to cope with Crabbe's death. I love how this handled Goyle's thoughts on seeing himself as the giant protector.

Circle by orphan_account (M, 600) - The Slytherin boys use sex and one another to cope with post-war loneliness. Also: "They were always the bread to Draco’s meat, which is a silly thing to think, but Greg has never really been one for metaphor."

Scholarly Choice by orphan_account (E, 770) - Goyle tries to look like Harry to make Draco like him more, then Draco acts like a bossy dom to poorly hide that he's a sub. Both beautiful concepts.

a little bit over my head by SkyRose (E, 1k) - Clumsy, bratty, virgin Draco is a mood + some neck action.

Though The Night Yield No Glimmer by scoradh (M, 5.3k) - They're poor and work at a restaurant. I'm not usually a fan of riches to rags, but this is too deliciously whumpy, and very well-written.

Out in the Octagon by Vaysh (M, 1.2k) - Draco watches Goyle's Muggle boxing match and it's very hot. I like the idea of Draco deigning to go to a filthy Muggle place for Goyle.

La Mue by Westyversionfrench (K+, 3.7k) - I love how Draco starts shit with Harry then gets upset. I love the wisdom in simplicity with which Goyle sees right through him.

Desde las sombras by Siniestra Malfoy (K+, 905) - Unrequited Goyle/Draco + Draco/Harry. Irresistible sickfic vibes.

Like Father, Like Son by Alley_Skywalker (G, 760) - I'd rate it M. Unrequited Goyle/Draco + Goyle/Scorpius. I love this devious, seductive characterisation of Scorpius.

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watermelonlovershigh · 2 years ago

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Hello and welcome to my One Shots Masterlist Number 2. This Masterlist will contain all of my newest stories (as of November 2022) that have over 1000 words (usually around 1,500+) with more details than what I consider a blurb to be. This Masterlist will be organized by the different Harry's I write for (boyfriend, husband, and dad Harry) as well as what type of genre they fall under (smut, sickfic, or fluff). I created this due to the fact my original one shots masterlist has hit its limits with the amount of links you can have in one post. Enjoy.

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My Masterlist Masterpost (all my masterlists)

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SMUT:

Boyfriend Harry-

Subrry Gets Embarrassed After First Anal Experience (SMUT)

(You finger Harry for the first time and after coming harder then he ever has before, he gets embarrassed and you have to comfort him.)

A Friends with Benefits Threesome (SMUT)

(You and Harry have a friends with benefits relationship but one day you decide to ask Harry if he'd be open to a threesome with one of your friends Sarah, which of course leads to a thressome of any bi womens dreams.)

"Can I taste you?" /SMUT/

(You have major insecurities about how your body looks due to an ex boyfriend, so when your current boyfriend Harry asks if he can taste you for the first time, your reaction forces him to give you comforting words to easy your worries.)

Husband Harry-

💦 Wet in Brazil 🇧🇷 (SMUT)

(After seeing Harry on stage wet from the rain in Brazil, you become really horny and that leads to some intense shower sex when you get back to your hotel.)

Day on the Yacht Turns Baby Making on the Yacht

(When you're fertility tracker goes off on the yacht to let you know that now is a good time to try for a baby, you make the excuse you feel seasick and have Harry come to the bathroom with you where he fucks you good against the counter top.)

Dad Harry-

Let's Have a Bath Together (SMUT)

(After putting your three kids to sleep, you and Harry get in the bathtub together and the innocent bath turns sexual when Harry's hands start to roam your body.)

Harry's Erectile Dysfunction Gets in the Way of Your Sex Life (SMUT)

(After months of no sex, you think Harry isn't attracted to you anymore but after confessing your assumptions on why the lack of sex has occurred, Harry breaks down and confesses his secret that he's been trying to hide from you out of pure embarrassment.)

Valentines Day Surprise (SMUT)

(After a long shift at the hospital, you come home thinking you were going to get into the shower and be off to sleep, but your husband Harry has a surprise for you beings its Valentines Day.)

You’re a Little Too Loud in Bed (SMUT)

(Due to the pleasurable sex you had with Harry, you accidently moan too loud and your daughter down the hall wakes up and gets scared that something is wrong with her mummy.)

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SICKFICS:

Boyfriend Harry-

Harry Gets the Flu During Tour

(Harry tries to hide the fact he feels sick for a few days until after his performance on Wednesday night where the truth comes out and he finally allows you take care of him.)

You Get Sick On Your Period

(While staying the night at your boyfriend Harry's house, you get your period and then end up getting sick due to painful period cramps.)

Husband Harry-

Dad Harry-

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Fluff (occasionally minor smut):

Boyfriend Harry-

Husband Harry-

Dad Harry-

Daughter Gets Her Period in Public

(Harry and your daughter Daisy went out for a daddy/daughter lunch date when Daisy gets her period unexpectedly.)

Y/n and Harry’s Daughter has a Pregnancy Scare🫄

(After realizing her period is late, Marsie thinks back to when she forgot to take her birth control pill and freaks out with the thought she might be pregnant. In turn, she goes to her parents to seek their comfort and take a pregnancy test that her mum gives her.)

The Diaper Blowout👶🚼

(Your two week old daughter wakes up in the middle of the night with her first diaper blowout and when Harry realizes the situation is much bigger than he can handle alone, he resorts to waking you up for some help.)

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musewritingsforyou · 2 years ago

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Headaches In Milan

a/n: so this was definitely later than I meant it to be! Sorry, I totally disappeared for a while, but I'm back now and here to stay! I have posts scheduled for every other day for the next couple of weeks so stay tuned for some good times!!

same universe with Medic!y/n

1.4k (a shortie) fluff, comfort, humor, behind the scenes of Milan movie shooting

tw: headaches?

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The planning of this tour and the filming in Milan had been in the works for a very long time. From before we had even left for tour we knew that one of the shows would be filmed and made into a short movie, it was about three months before we left for tour (fourth months before the concert in Milan) that we found out which one exactly was being filmed. Normally, while all the other staff gets worried when the boys are messing around during rehearsals I take it in stride. I never have any issue with them goofing around because I know that in the end they always get the job done and do wonderfully. That is, except for the week leading up to the filmed show. I hadn't expected it to be any different in my mind than any other, but the thing is, even if it was the same as any other show on tour in my mind, the reality was just so much different.

With the amount of extra work I had to put in so that everything was perfect, not to mention the amount of work I was helping everyone else with and my regular jobs on tour, I was starting to go crazy. The boys had noticed how busy I was a few days before we got to Milan. While they were all enjoying themselves like usual on the bus I was working the entire time. It wasn't too bad just yet though, I was still sure everything would be fine, I wasn't too stressed or concerned, more just busy with all of the different things I was trying to arrange. That all changed once we actually made it to Milan and had three days to set up for the filming of the show. My general busyness turned into sleepless nights staying up working and days full of more work and more stress. By the time we had gotten to the day before the concert, almost everything was set up, but I had barely slept in two days and had only eaten a muffin with my coffee this morning. The stress of it all was starting to get to me and suddenly even the large amount of caffeine I was drinking couldn't keep the raging migraine I felt at bay. I was chewing on my cheek in pain while everyone walked around the venue casually. There were no rehearsals or interviews or anything today, we all agreed that it would be better just to have the day “off” and hang out at the venue, fixing anything we needed to and living for the moment in the calm before the storm. Even though there was no real work to do I still was walking all around the venue through my migraine, looking around and triple checking every bit of equipment I found on my walk. Harry jogged up from behind me and snaked his arms around my waist, placing his head on my shoulder as I rubbed my head.

“You all right love? I can feel the stress coming off of you.” I moved my hands to be on his and turned around so that my face was in his chest.

“Stress? What stress?” He laughed and kissed the top of my head before holding me out at arm's length and taking my hand. He could see clearly in my face that I was in pain and his eyebrows knit tightly together.

“How about you and I go to the bus and take a quick nap, huh? You look like you could use it.”

“I don't know Haz, there's a lot I have to check and make sure-” he stopped me by pulling me along by the hand towards the bus.

“Haz really, I don't think-” He stopped pulling me as we entered the part of the venue where our bus is parked and turned around to look at me. He took both of my hands in his again.

“y/n, look at me. You've done great, you have already triple-checked everything and it's all going to go amazingly, now I can see by the look in your eyes you haven't slept and you probably have a raging migraine so just let me take care of you for once yeah?” I sighed but let him lead me onto the bus. He was right, I had checked everything dozens of times and I did have a migraine. I sat down on the couch in the main part of the bus and Haz went to get me a glass of water and some painkillers. By the time he got back to me with both in hand, I felt like my head was about to explode. All the stress and exhaustion and pain of the past week finally got to me. Seconds after I took the pills I let out a tear.

“Hey, hey, what's wrong?” I started blubbering like a baby into his chest.

“My head hurts, and I'm tired, and I'm stressed, and there is so much to do and-” I went on and on for a few minutes before I finally calmed down. I wasn't crying anymore, though I had practically thrown myself into Harry. My head still hurt horribly, the painkillers hadn't even made a dent.

“What can I do love?” he asked me softly and stroked my hair. I shrugged into him.

“I'm so tired Haz, but I can't sleep because my damn head hurts so bad.” he continued to run his hands through my hair and then he moved so that we were laying down on the couch, I was curled into his chest and he wrapped his arms around me, placing kisses on my forehead. He kept on stroking my hair for about an hour but still, I couldn't fall asleep because of how much my head hurt. I was crying again now, not dramatically like before, just a constant stream of silent tears because I was so tired and my head hurt so much. Finally, Harry decided to do his last-ditch effort at helping me go to sleep. He took off his shirt so that my face was now flush against his chest, he placed my weighted blanket over the two of us, had one hand rubbing my back, the other stroking my hair, and then he began to sing. It wasn't something I had heard before. Might have just been something he was making up on the spot. I couldn't tell you what the words were but it had a sweet soft melody. It still took a little bit of that for me to fall asleep but when I did he could feel the tension leave my body and my breaths slow. He still didn't stop stroking my hair or singing, he kept going just in case it would wake me if he stopped.

When the boys walked in an hour later to grab some things from the bus Harry frantically waved one hand at them, trying to get them off the bus. Finally, one of them saw me asleep under the big blanket, clinging to Harry's bare chest, and told the others to shut up.

“Took me nearly three full hours to get her to sleep!” Harry whispered to them as they all sat down on the couch opposite us.

“Jesus mate what was she on, cocaine?” Louis laughed and a few of the other boys along with him.

“Oi! She's been working her adorable little ass off so that everything goes good for our dumb asses tomorrow night.” Harry said louder than he meant to and then when I stirred a little though not waking up he hummed a little of the song from before.

“Just behave now, would you? At least until tomorrow night?” they all nodded at him.

“Sorry little las.” Louis whispered to me even though I was asleep. The other boys all left the bus quietly, promising to behave themselves and not cause any more stress for me. Eventually, even though it was early we didn't have to get up tomorrow Harry decided that my sleep just looked so comfortable he might try it himself. He pulled me closer to him and placed his head on top of mine and within minutes the both of us were passed out in the parking lot of the biggest venue we had ever been to. But it was still just the same old us, asleep on the same old bus, the only difference being a bit of a headache.

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