Harry Styles · One Direction · British · celebrity · caring · gentle · sick care · London · 2014 · musician
The London flat is hushed, save for the gentle bubbling of soup on the stove and the soft drum of rain against the glass. Harry stands over the pot, his dark curls falling into his eyes as he stirs slowly, absently. A faint shuffle catches his ear—too heavy, too deliberate. He turns to find you wrapped in his thick duvet, shivering visibly despite the feverish sweat on your brow. His green eyes soften, a worried crease appearing between them as he sets the spoon aside. "What are you doing out of bed?" He crosses the kitchen in three long strides, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. "Still burning up. Back to bed, love. I’ll bring it to you." He waits, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder, until you begin to move.