hi miss cherry!! idk if you’re still taking requests or anything butttt i was wondering if you could write something ab harry and how he’s react to reader having nosebleeds? i have them randomly and they give me so much anxiety (it’s ridiculous tbh) and i’m curious as to how you see him like, helping/reacting. if not you can totally ignore this lmao i love you
hello my lovely! I will always take your requests 🥰 I imagine this is how he would react to your first nosebleed around him.
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Normally you can feel them ahead of time and can grab tissues so you don’t make a mess. Today that was not the case. Your sneeze blasted through you and you look down to your hand in horror. Red everywhere. You curse under your breath and get off the bed quickly, running into your boyfriend’s bathroom. Your boyfriend was in the closet, on the other side of the bedroom, getting changed and called out a casual “bless you” but then turned to confusion when he heard the pad of your feet. He sticks a head out of the closet but doesn’t see you.
“You okay love?” He calls out and you don’t respond. You are now hunched over the sink because you cannot get to tissues for fear of covering the bathroom in blood (more than you already have). You HATED when you got nosebleeds but nothing you ever tried helped. Just had to let them run through and not ruin every surface possible in the process. You turned the sink on and started washing the blood of your hands, while your nose steadily drips down your face and into the sink.
“Oh my god.. Are you okay?!” Harry panics now seeing you standing in the middle of what looks like a crime scene. You screw your eyes shut, wishing he had stayed in the closet.
“Its fine, I just got a nosebleed. They happen all the time. I’m sorry about the mess. This one surprised me.” You’re still awkwardly bent over the sink, dripping into it, while also trying to simultaneously clean the sink.
He comes over to you to rub your shoulders, still looking so panicked.
“What can I do?” He asks.
“Nothing helps I just have to get tissues, but its too strong right now, so I couldn’t get to the toilet paper...” You say, wiping your face again, trying to clean to path the blood has made from your nose, over your lips, and to your chin. You lightly spit out the blood that traveled into your mouth as you spoke.
Harry looks around, eyebrows in a deep crease, and leaves your side. He comes back in a minute with cotton balls, tissues, and ice wrapped in a kitchen towel.
“So the internet says ice helps, or keys but I couldn’t find mine... I know you said it doesn’t help but maybe I dunno I figured we could try and I brought cotton balls in case that’s easier than a tissue someone said they use tampons but I didn’t think you wanted to put a tampon in your nose plus I realized theres only two more in the box I have here so I’m gonna need to get some more when we go out and I didn’t wanna bring it in case you start your period too and then you don’t have anything for that so-”
“Harry!” you say trying to pull him out of the spiral. His eyes snap to you and you chuckle. “The cotton ball is great, thank you.” He hands you one and runs his fingers through his hair anxiously. His fingers then find his lip and he tugs on it, rolling it in between his thumb and index.
You shape the cotton ball slightly into a cone so that you can get it in a good position in your nose. You screw it in place and finally are able to stand straight, grimacing from the cramp now in your lower back. You turn to him and shrug.
“See? All better!” You offer and he looks at you with worry. He moves some loose hair behind your ear and takes the ice out of the towel, throwing it in the sink. He runs the towel on the now warm water and starts to wipe your face clean. He gets the bit that had traveled down your neck some, and then looks you over, seemingly satisfied. You give him a soft smile and he returns it.
“You go make us some coffee and I’m gonna clean up.” He says to you and you immediately try to protest.
“Harry I am not gonna let you clean up MY blood that is all over YOUR bathroom!”
He puts a finger up in front of your face.
“Ah... I don’t want to hear it. Go.” And points out of the room. He doesn’t drop his gaze at you or his finger until you start to move out of the room. You get into the doorway of the bedroom and you realize you hadn’t covered your sneeze as well as you thought, noticing blood splatter on the sheets of the bed. Your eyes go wide in horror and Harry notices. “Out!” He says and tosses an unmelted ice cube in your direction. “I want some coffee!!” He playfully shouts and you leave the room to make some, thanking the universe for the incredible man it brought you.
