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Harry's Massive Shower Migraine

AN: so in my last fic where Harry had a migraine and ended up sucking readers breasts, i wrote a part of him in the shower and wishing you were awake to help him bathe, well i decided to write a whole blurb on that specifically. i proof read this in under 20 minutes so please don't pay no mind to mistakes i may have missed.

This story contains: migraine pain, crying, mild vomit, lot of comfort

{ husband!harry - no kids - softrry - harry's house era }

word count: 1,491

Harry takes a shower with a massive migraine and it gets so bad that he ends up on the floor of the shower, sobbing. You come in shortly after and once you see the state he's in, help bathe your husband before putting him to bed.

Your mother had called a few minutes ago to talk to you and catch up on life, beings you live a very far distance from her currently, and Harry wanted to give you some privacy. So he decided to go upstairs and take a shower to bypass the time. He also was having a pretty bad migraine and was hoping the steam from the shower would sooth his splitting head.

Once Harry got into your master bathroom, he stripped from his casual day clothes that he'd been lounging around the house in and stepped into the walk-in shower. At first his shower was going as well as it could go for someone with a migraine, but then it took a very bad turn. All the sudden it felt like someone had hit Harry upside the head and it had his knees buckling and him nearly collapsing to the tiled floor.

Luckily he caught himself before he busted his knees open but nevertheless ended up on the floor of the shower, legs bent at the knees with his head cradled in his large hands. Harry had tears running down his already wet cheeks and was in so much pain that he thought he may never make it out the shower. Sure Harry has had headaches and migraines before but this was nearly unbearable.

Harry has never felt more vulnerable in his life, he thinks to himself. Basically balled up on the shower floor, completely naked, having shampoo still in his hair, and sobbing. He wanted to yell, do anything to get you to come to him, but he wouldn't be able to bare the loudness of his own voice if he tried. So he sits, maybe ten or maybe thirty minutes until you decide to come check on him.

The call had ended with your mom and you knew Harry had been in the shower longer then he usually was, or at least it felt like it. You thought if he was still in the shower that maybe he was pleasuring himself, which you aren't against but would have liked to be the one doing the pleasuring. But when you finally make it to the cracked open door of the bathroom, you hear something far from euphoric moans. You hear sobbing.

You quickly push the door open and are met with a sight you hope to never have to see again. Harry sat in the shower with his knees propped up and his head bent between his lengthy legs. His whole body shakes with each cry that escaped his mouth as the warm water cascades over him entirely. You step closer and right as you go to ask what was wrong, Harry reaches up slightly and presses his hands to his ears, presumably to minimize the noise your voice may make.

Now it clicks for you, Harry has a migraine. You've dealt with his migraines all through-out your marriage and even before but have never seen him act this bad over one. "Oh, babe." you coo in a sad, whispered tone, taking quiet steps to get closer to him. You click open the glass doors of the shower and kneels down in front, not sure what to do next.

"Head hurts so bad." Harry heaves, feeling embarrassed you had to see him like this, but knowing you're his wife and its okay to be this vulnerable sometimes in front of each other.

You stand up and without much thought, tug your clothes off so that you can be equally as naked as your husband. And so your clothes didn't get soaked. Then once you're clothes free, you step into the shower and kneel down directly in front of him. You lean forward and encase your arms around his fragile body and just gently rock him back and forth.

That's when you notice the shampoo left in parts of Harry's hair and your heart breaks even further at the thought of him not even being able to finish something as simple as washing his own hair without crumbling in pain. Making sure you're talking super quietly, you mutter in his left ear, "Let me help you bathe and then we can get out and cuddle in bed. Go to sleep early, yeah."

Harry was going to verbally reply but the pain in his head got so strong that it was making him quite nausous. That doesn't happen often with his migraines but when it does, he usually always ends up puking. You worry for a moment when he doesn't agree to your plan but when you see Harry jerk his head to the opposite side you were on, it doesn't take long for you to realize what's happening.

He harshly dry heaves over the floor of the shower before actual bile comes up, splattering on the tiles. Luckily you're in a shower so the vomit runs right down the drain but it doesn't take the fact of it still being gross away. "Shh," you comfort while rubbing up and down his slick back, "it's okay. Get it all up if you feel you need too."

Harry throws up approximately twice more before lifting his head and imidiantly apologizing, "Sorry 'bout that. S'just that pain in m'head was making me nausous. God I'm gross."

"No Harry, do not apologize over something you can't control. It's okay that you got sick. At least we are already in the shower, alright. No need to worry. Think you're ready for me to help wash you up?" you respond and end with asking him a question.

"Yes please." Harry said weakly with a hoarse voice from just being sick. You stand to your feet and grab the detachable shower head before crouching down again and helping him tilt his head back. Carefully, you allow the warm water to flow through Harry's soapy locks and rinse out any ruminates of shampoo he was unable to rinse himself. He signs at the relaxing touch you're giving to him even though his headache is still present.

After you've fully rinsed the shampoo out of Harry's hair, you place the shower head down and grab his luffa. You add his floral body wash, yes your husband uses floral scented soap, and reach down to run the sudsy luffa over his skin. Its a bit of a struggle but you manage to gently tug his body the way you need him to be so you can properly wash him. At the end, you help him stand completely so his bum and soft penis can get cleaned.

You ask Harry if he wants to do it himself or if he wants you to be the one and he muttered a low, "You." So with his consent, you washed over his ass and carefully his cock and balls. Harry was in so much pain that he wouldn't get hard from your touch if he tried. Then a few minutes later, you're completely finished bathing him and you turn the shower off.

Harry leans heavily on your body as you help him step out the walk-in shower. "Go sit on the closed toilet, baby." you instruct him and he does as told. You come over towards Harry with the towel he left out earlier and begin drying him off.

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It took about twenty minutes for you to dry, change, and help him brush his teeth before you got Harry into bed. As well as drying yourself off and putting your own pajamas on. You tucked him in the duvet nicely and ran down stairs to fetch him some pain pills along with a glass of water and a protein bar so his stomach wouldn't become upset again.

When you get back to the bedroom, you help Harry sit up, now realizing you did all that tucking for no reason, and give him the pills that should help take his migraine away. Then you peel open the protein bar package and Harry nibbles on it before pushing it away, saying he's full. You put the protein bar on his side table next to his water and place a kiss to his forehead before turning all the lights out and getting into bed with him.

You pull Harry close to you and he places his head on your shoulder gently. The exhaustion from sobbing and being sick is catching up to him and it isn't long before Harry is softly snoring in your warm neck. Holding him tightly to your body, you kiss his soft forehead and pull the blankets up your bodies before falling asleep as well.

Harry may be embarrassed you had to see him so weak today, but is so very thankful to have a wife that doesn't even hesitate to help him in his most vulnerable times. And of course you hate watching Harry be so weak but you'd do it a million times over if that meant you were caring for your love.

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