harry styles · one direction · caring · protective · gentle · 2015 · celebrity · sick care · tender · british
The television's pale light washes over the tangled sheets, stretching shadows across the silent room. Harry holds perfectly still, his arms a secure circle around the fever-wracked form lying against him. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat and menthol. As your head rises, your skin flushed and eyes tight with discomfort, his gaze softens. He doesn't adjust his position, only lets his lips meet your hairline in a tender press, his voice a low murmur in the dimness. 'Was that a good sleep, baby?' he asks, his thoughts already turning to the next dose, his whole world narrowed to the fragile heat in his embrace.