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despite him obviously struggling because he's sick, he still sounds so very lovely 🥹💕
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despite him obviously struggling because he's sick, he still sounds so very lovely 🥹💕
https://archiveofourown.org/works/41821614/chapters/104931576
A very non-Alan Rickman take on Snape. I loved it. Love Alan Rickman as well, but this Snape was younger (28?), more raw. Really liked him. And 7 year old Harry was adorable.
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Y/n flew out to LA the moment Harry postponed the show Friday. She had talked to him Wednesday and noticed that he sounded off. She had told him then and there she wanted to fly out. He brushed her off, saying he was fine. But when Jeff texted her an update, upon her request, she bought a ticket for the first flight out.
Y/n and Harry had been friends for a few years now. They met when she was eighteen and he was twenty-five. They were just friends. Y/n loved him so much but she knew being younger than him that he’d never feel the same. In other words she wasn’t his type. But being in the friend zone wouldn’t stop her from taking care of him. One thing she knew about her Harry was that he would work even when he shouldn’t. He wasn’t great at taking care of himself. She knew if she didn’t come, he would be sick forever.
“Y/n, you didn’t have to come.” He opened his door wrapped in the thick fuzzy blanket she had bought him last Christmas. He looked miserable. He had puffy bags under his eyes and his nose had been rubbed red from excessive tissue use. But he still took her breath away.
“Don’t be silly, Haz. We both know you aren’t going to care for yourself properly.” Y/n also had a feeling his girlfriend would be useless as well.
“I’m the older one you know?” He had let her in and they were walking to his living room.
“That’s why it’s so sad.” She chuckled at his shocked expression. “Now have a seat and let me get to work.”
He sat down on the couch and she went straight for the kitchen to set out the stuff she had brought. It was an array of medicines, soups, juices and a thermometer. She made quick work of getting some medicine and a glass of water and returned to the living room.
“Now, have you taken anything today?” She wasn’t surprised when he shook his head. “Didn’t think so. Here.” She practically shoved the pills and water into his hands.
After he chugged the whole glass she repositioned him so he was laying down.
“You will stay right here. If you need anything, it’s my job to get it. I’ll stay right here.” She motioned to the other end of the massive sectional.
He smirked at her. “What if I have to use the bathroom?”
She rolled her eyes. “Then you go. But other than that stay put. Now,” she leaned forward and picked up the remote, “do you have anything you want to watch?”
They watched half of the Notebook before he was nodding off. Y/n watched him sleep. Her mind wandered to when they first met. She was fond of him back then but he seemed to see her as a sibling.
“I just don’t understand why he married Cameron Diaz when he’s been in love with Julia Roberts the whole time.” Harry had never seen ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’ and Y/n thought his frustration was both valid and adorable.
“Because she missed her chance. Her fear of commitment and assumption that he’d wait forever drove him away.”
“But he marries someone so much younger. It’s impractical.” He shook his head.
“Why.” Y/n felt uneasy at his words.
“Because you can’t possibly have enough in common.” It was like he had seen her face fall so he backtracked. “It just doesn’t work. I can’t explain it.”
“I don’t think age is a big deal. If you love someone you love them, you know? Who cares what year they were born?”
They had sat in silence after that. That was over two years ago and as she watched him sleep, she wondered if he had changed his mind. She certainly thought so because his girlfriend was so much older. She brushed those thoughts away and fell asleep herself.
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Y/n had not seen Olivia since she got there. She had been relieved at first because the thought of Harry with anyone made her stomach turn, but the more she thought about her absence the more it pissed her off. It had been over twenty-four hours. She arrived Thursday afternoon and it was now Saturday morning. Who doesn’t check in on their sick partner every once in a while? She was also confused because she thought they lived together.
She had been taking good care of Harry but she had also been helping him decide what to do about the next few shows. He had a doctor's appointment later and she told him they didn’t have to make any final decisions until then. She had already been in contact with Jeff to tell him it wasn’t looking good and he got to work on backup plans.
Harry was really beating himself up for still feeling bad and it hurt her to see him be so hard on himself.
“Harry, you’re sick. It happens to everyone and it’s completely out of your control.”
“I’m going to disappoint everyone. So many fans have spent so much money to be in LA this weekend. I don’t want them to be mad.”
“If they care about you, they won’t be. They’ll understand. And even if they don’t, that’s not your problem.”
“It is. They’ll never trust me again. They’ll stop coming to the shows.”
Y/n sighed heavily. She didn’t care about his fans’ feelings right now. She cares about the person she loved most in the world and how he was considering playing a show when he looked, felt and sounded like death.
“Harry. You don’t owe anyone anything. And while I understand you need fans to come so you can keep doing it, you won’t be able to keep doing it if you don’t let yourself rest and get better. And I don’t want to be a hard ass but I will if I have to.”
He went silent.
“You’re right. We should just wait for the doctor,” he said after a moment.
She was so frustrated he wouldn’t listen to her but she was relieved because the doctor would say the same thing she did.
And sure enough they left the doctor with a prescription for medicine and an order to reschedule the next three shows. So with a heavy heart Harry made a statement on his story and rescheduled them to January.
“This is the right thing, Harry, I promise,” she said as they walked through his front door once again.
This time she entered his house, his girlfriend was standing in the entryway dressed in an evening gown (an unflattering one of you asked Y/n).
“Oh. You’re back.” Olivia just barely acknowledged Harry and Y/n as she passed them. “I’m going to the LACMA art and film gala.” She barely gave them time to respond before hurrying out the door.
It took everything in her power not to lose her shit over that. If Y/n’s partner was sick, the last thing she would do would be to go to some event. She didn’t want to voice her frustration because she didn’t want to get into it with Harry while he was sick. They’d had this fight a few times since he had been with Olivia. It always started with Y/n telling him he could do so much better and ended with him telling her to mind her own business. The need to keep peace with Harry wasn’t enough to stop her from voicing her frustration to Olivia that night.
Harry had fallen asleep again after Y/n had fed him soup and medicine and put another movie on for him. Y/n had gone into the kitchen to make herself some dinner and Olivia sauntered in. She acted surprised Y/n was still there and that caused her to snap.
“You’re still here?” It was laced with disgust.
“Yeah. You’re certainly not here to take care of him. And I’ve known him for three years, he’s not going to take care of himself. So that leaves me.”
“Honey, you’re so pathetic.” Y/n tensed at her words.
“Excuse me?”
“He’s not going to ever see you as more than a friend. You being a nurse won’t change his mind.”
“For your information, I don’t care if he sees me as more. I care about him. I want him to get better because of that. That’s what real love is. Putting someone you love before anything else.” Y/n shot the words at her like they were darts laced with venom.
“What do you know, huh? From what I remember you’ve never been in a relationship.”
“That’s because I know what I want and I don’t plan to waste my time on something that’s not it.” Y/n felt the need to defend herself even though she knew Olivia’s experience wasn't much better considering two of her serious relationships had ended.
“Right. You want my boyfriend.”
Harry had woken up upon hearing voices in the kitchen. He couldn’t help himself but to get up so he could hear better. When he heard their conversation fully he was stunned by a few things. One being the way his girlfriend spoke to his friend and two being the fact that Y/n was in love with him. Sure he thought she overdid it on the friendship stuff sometimes but he still hadn’t ever considered it could be that she loved him. He had felt differently towards her the last few days. The way she was so concerned and had been taking such good care of him really made him see her in a new light.
“Get over yourself. You don’t even want him! You’ve been using him. Using him to make your movie successful, using him to get invited to Gucci events, using him for,” she paused, “sex. He’s too into you to see it and I can’t tell him what I think because I don’t want to loose him but I’m fucking done pretending you don’t bother me. So if you-“
She was interrupted by a hand being placed on her shoulder. She turned around to see her Harry standing there wrapped up in his blanket looking at her with wide eyes.
“Harry, I” she said not knowing what to say.
“It’s okay, Y/n. Just go in the living room. Cool off yeah? I’ll handle this.”
His words took her by surprise. She left the kitchen but stayed close by to listen.
“What’s wrong with you?” He said.
“Me? You’re just gonna let that little brat say those things?”
“Enough. Stop talking about her like that, Olivia. She’s right and you know it.”
“I’m sorry?”
She heard Harry sigh deeply. It caused him to cough a bit.
“I’m too exhausted for this. I feel like shit and you have not once bothered to ask me about it. Is that why you were being so hostile? Because she called you out?”
Olivia scoffed.
“No. She’s trying to take you from me.”
“Is she? Because I’ve known her longer than you and she’s never made a move and she’s had plenty of opportunities. Also I’m a big boy, I can make my own decisions.”
“Cut the crap. She’s a child. She probably hasn’t even had sex so how would she know how to make a move.”
“She’s the child? Do you hear yourself when you talk?” She didn’t say anything so he went on. “Whatever. I can’t do this anymore. I need you to leave.”
“What?”
“I need you to go. As much as I hate to admit it, Y/n was right and I’m done being blind. I don’t feel good and you being here is making it worse.”
“If I leave tonight, I’m not coming back. We’re done.”
“Fine with me. Just get your stuff and go.”
Y/n could tell the conversation was over so she scurried over to the couch. She felt so many things and it caused her to start crying. She couldn’t help it. She had her head buried in her hands when Harry silently made his way back to the couch.
“Y/n?” He sat down next to her. “What’s wrong, love?”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” It was all she could say.
“For what, lovie?” He put his arm around her.
“I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I ended your relationship. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“You did nothing. She ended my relationship. She didn’t trust me and she was being mean to you.” He put his hand on her chin and lifted her face so he could look into her eyes. “I can’t have that.”
Y/n was silent. Tears continued to pour down her face.
“Is it true?”
“Is what true?” She didn’t know what he was referring to.
“Do you love me?”
She looked away from him. She didn’t want to answer. After a moment, she nodded ever so subtly.
“How long?” He was now rubbing circles on her back with his hand.
“Pretty much since we met.” It was quiet, almost a mumble.
“Why did you never say anything?”
“Well, I realized it the night we were watching ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’. I looked over at you during a funny part and you had this big smile, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I wanted to tell you how I felt. But then you said that being with someone younger,”
“Would never work.” He finished for her.
“I just figured you’d never see me that way and I’ve been right so far.”
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s okay. It’s how you feel. Can we just drop it? I'm already way too embarrassed to even look at you.”
Before he could reply, Olivia came down with a suitcase.
“I hope it’s worth it Harry. I hope she’s worth it.”
She didn’t give him an opportunity to respond. She walked out the door and let it slam behind her.
A few moments later she spoke again.
“I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore and if you want me to leave I will.”
She started to stand up but Harry pulled her back to the couch.
“I don't want to be friends anymore. But I definitely don’t want you to leave.”
“What?” She was confused and hurt by his words.
“I think there’s been a glitch.”
She thought he was quoting Taylor Swift but she wanted to be sure.
“Harry, what are you trying to say?”
“I want to be more than friends. These last few days have really opened my eyes to what has been right in front of me.”
A smile crept onto her face.
“Yeah?”
He returned her smile. “Yeah.”
Just then, Harry started to have a full blown coughing attack and it ruined the moment.
“Oh, Baby, it’s time for more medicine.” Y/n stood and walked to the kitchen. When she returned with the cough medicine she was met with a doe-eyed beaming Harry. “What are you so smiley about Mr. I-just-hacked-up-a-lung?”
“You called me baby.”
“Huh. I guess I did.” She brushed over it like it was no big deal and poured him a cup of cough syrup.
He took the shot of cough syrup then said, “I liked it. You should do it all the time now.”
“Okay, baby.” She smiled. “Let’s get you to rest now.”
She gently pushed his shoulders back until he was laying on the couch. She started to back away and return to her end when his hand clasped hers. She gave him a quizzical look. He returned her expression with a cheeky smile and began pulling her onto the couch.
“Want you to lay with me.” He pulled her so she was practically on top of him.
“Okay.” She situated herself so her weight wasn’t all the way on him. She settled into his side and rested her head on his shoulder.
“I want to kiss you but I don’t want to get you sick.” His hand began trailing up and down her arm in a soothing manner.
She brought her lips to his neck and gave him a few gentle kisses there.
“It’s okay, baby. We have plenty of time.”
Just before they drifted off to sleep, Harry realized he hadn’t properly returned the sentiment.
“I love you, Y/n.”
Harry had never been happier to have the flu.
I don’t know if you’re accepting requests but if you could write something with a sick Harry x reader?! Maybe he wakes you up in the middle of the night cause he’s not feeling well but in the morning he says he’s fine to go to the studio with the lads but later in the day you get a call that he’s been throwing up and needs to be picked up? So you get him and take care of him and lots of fluff and cuddles I would simply pass away your writings are amazing!!
HII! THIS IS ME WRITING AFTER AGES I HOPE YOU LIKE IT :)
Two scoops of raspberry chocolate chip ice-cream, one spoon, one bubble green coloured blanket and two people snug into eachother’s warmth whilst a short Marilyn Monroe mystery death tapes documentary channels on the telly.
“Hu? what’s wrong sunny?” Y/N’s concern reflects in her does eyes, creamy pink melting down the spoon as it halts between the thin distance of Harry’s pillows lips that’s seems to be chapped and dry for some reason.
“Can’t throat’s sore..” He shakes his head with sadness of a puppy and Y/N coos putting the sherbet crystal bowl aside, giggling at the hiss he eliminates from being with her cold hands. She caress the soft ringlets sitting at the nape of his neck and snuggles a little kiss to his cheek, “How about we have chai? it’ll help soothe the ache away.” We. Just a tiny word or two syllables makes Harry weak in his stomach. If he’s not having an ice-cream she wouldn’t have it either. Moments like these makes him fall in love with her harder than ever before.
“You are me little heaven.” He all but fishes out a small smile for despite of how shitty he’s been feeling, his soul instinctively going to plant a glimmer of his love for his sweetheart against her temple.
So, Y/N made chai. Filled two mugs till the brim and tucked two packets of biscuits under her armpit. Having a laugh whenever his biscuit would fall and sink deep down into his chai, he has yet to master this sorcery.
.
The next day. Nothing was alright. Harry left to the sets of his upcoming with just a note sticked to Y/N’s daily morning smoothie and when she got a short text from his assistant that he’s unwell she literally fled to the place in all worry.
“Sunny..” Her high-pitched octave stutters into low embarrassment when she enters his cubby and finds his co-actors and even the director of film surrounding him in pure concern, Y/N’s eyes simmers with gloss seeing him all flushed and red cheeks and layered under blankets, “Just want my girlfriend, can ye’ please call her for me?” His voice husked and gruff when they ask if he needs anything. He winces, shutting his eyes tight and resting his head on the back or sofa.
“I’m right here, love.” Y/N walks past the crowd giving everyone a shy wave, they fawn over the couple with great admiration advising Harry to go home and rest.
“I need you. Don’t feel good..” Harry pouts coughing out a grown as he takes his arms out of the duvet to grab both of Y/N’s needily like his health depends on her.
“Shh. My poor baby, les get’ya home hmm?” Her fingers stretches down the expanse of his head giving a little message to relive some kind of pain, “You’re my strongest boy.” She keeps him hugged to her side while walking them to his car, and if it’d be possible to envelop him whole in her sweet hibernating warmth she’d.
He flashes a pique smile hiding under her hoodie she made him wear once they were engulfed into car’s heat when Y/N’s glares him for speaking, she just coils her arms around him and brings him into chest messaging his head with one hand while the other remains aware that he doesn’t detaches himself from her.
“No talking sunshine. Try taking a nap, yeah? I’ll be still here when you wake up.” She rocks him. A precious human being he’s for her. It reminds of her the times she fell sick and Harry would do the same. He’s always been her anchor, her pride, her sunshine in the darkest of times.
She beams down at him when he snores lightly against her neck, wiping a string of drool from the corner of his lips and bundles him tightly and securely - kiss upon kiss all over his face and to his curls not caring if he’s sick and cuddles him some more when he whines into his sleep.
“I’ll always protect you, sunny. Whatever, it’ll take me to.” She whispers pecking his shoulder with outmost affection and love.
hey bestie could you write something about harry getting sick with a cold and reader taking care of him?
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“Harry, come on you have to go back to bed baby” You frown softly, the back of your hand lightly pressing against his forehead. The chill from your hand clearly having no effect on his burning skin.
“I can’t I have a meeting to go to” He mutters, his curly locks were dampened with a light layer of sweat from where he had been sleeping. Since Saturday night, he had been moping around the house with a chesty cough, sore throat and a snotty nose.
“Harry, no one is going to want you there if you’re sick. You need to rest” You sigh softly, your lips pecking at his temple gently while he pulls the duvet closer around his shirtless frame.
“But I-” He protests with a soft pout
“No.” You mumble sternly. “I’ll phone the boys and they can update you later on what was said. If you don’t rest, you’ll be just as bad for the next meeting. And you have to start writing the new album next week” You lean back against the head board as you watch Harry sulk quietly.
“I hate it when you’re right” He mutters under his breath, his voice sounding raspy and sore. He leaned back and buried his head into your chest.
You breathe out a small chuckle and wrap your arms around him sweetly, your fingers brushing through his curls. “Y’burning up baby” You frown, sweeping his hair out of his face.
“No m’not” He grumbles, nuzzling his face deeper into your chest. “Come and watch TV with me”
“H, come on, I need to do housework” You tap his shoulder lightly.
“No you don’t. You need to stay here” He grumbles, his brow creasing and his arms tightening around your waist as you try to pull away from him.
“Okay listen I’ll do you a deal...Let me go and phone Liam and I’ll bring you up some snacks and I’ll put my pyjamas on and then I’ll come back to bed and stay here for the rest of the day with you...okay?” You tilt his chin up gently so that his tired eyes can lock onto yours. “I’ll be five minutes”
He sighs deeply and grunts in agreement, rolling off your chest and slumping back onto the bed.
As promised, you were a quick five minutes, speaking to Liam, finding Harry some medicine, water and snacks and heading back upstairs.
He was half asleep and in exactly the same spot you left him in. You hated to see him unwell, and empty of his charming glow and energy. You place everything you had brought upstairs on your bedside table and quickly grabbed your pyjama shorts and Cami top.
You slipped off your jeans and hoodie, quickly pulling on your pyjamas and slipping into bed beside Harry. Before you had even gotten yourself comfortable, Harry had squirmed his way back into your arms.
“Hi baby” He muttered sleepily. His face hiding into your neck and his body turned so he was on his side, his left leg hooked over your left leg.
“How are you feeling curly?” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and giving him a loving squeeze.
“Tired” He grunts. Your nails tickled his back, down his bare skin, sending shivers up his spine. That was always something that could make him fall asleep when he was over tired.
“Take some tablets first, then you can sleep” You smile gently, resting your cheek on top of his head and massaging his shoulder gently. You reach over to grab the tablets and bottle of water from the side and sit him up carefully. He felt so limp and, in that moment, you wished you could take it all away from him. You put the tablets into his mouth and hold the bottle to his lips. “Come on baby, you need to drink for me...” He groans and takes a gulp like you asked.
“You look after me so well. Thank you” He mutters as your thumb wipes the water from his lip.
“Well, you do the same for me” You whisper. “Now sleep my sick little gremlin” You wrap your arms around him tightly once again, he wanted to protest and huff about being called a gremlin, but he shut his eyes slowly as you peppered his head in kisses.
“I love you so much” He mutters, his voice croaky and soft, his head feeling heavy.
“I love you most” You whisper with a smile, holding him against your chest and taking a deep sigh.
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“proper poorly”😭
Poor babe. This flu going around is absolutely awful. Also that’s such a British phrase, I’m tickled. 😆
Spoonful of what, now?
CW: illness (nothing serious), a bit of angst, a somewhat sticky situation. Sappy boys being saps. 1k
It wasn’t a complaint, and Draco said this with all the love in his heart, but Harry was the worst patient. He was whiney, and impatient, and stubborn. He wouldn’t take the pain meds because he didn’t like the way they made him feel. He wouldn’t drink Fever-Be-Gone because it was too sour, for crying out loud. It didn’t help that he was a trainee Healer himself and could probably recite proper procedure in his sleep. He was the absolute worst patient, even if Draco did say so himself.
And he kept trying to convince Draco to leave. “Just go to work,” he sniffled weakly, all brave-like and the-boy-hero everyone still expected him to be, for whatever reason. “I’m fine.”
“Don’t be an arse,” was Draco’s tight-lipped response. “Drink your tea.”
“I don’t like it,” Harry whimpered, nose scrunched. It really was disgusting how much Draco loved him.
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, don’t be such a baby. Drink the damn tea.”
“You calling it tea doesn’t make it less of a potion,” Harry grunted, but he did as told with all the contempt of a five year old. Draco knew the liquid wouldn’t go down smoothly; he brewed the damned thing himself when Harry point blank refused all other treatments. But it would help him, Draco felt certain. And if not, at least it’d shut him up for a bit.
“Wha-“ Harry tried to say, startled, but Draco shook his head.
“You need to rest your throat now. You won’t be able to speak for the next ten minutes, I’m afraid, while it’s working. And in the meantime, you’re going to listen to me.”
Harry gave him this look, wide-eyed and terrified, and Draco felt a sadistic laughter bubbling in his abdomen. Harry tried to speak again, but all that came out this time was a garbled sort of ‘wrah’.
“That’s right. Now, look. I won’t marry you.” Perhaps it wasn’t sadistic laughter, actually; it might have been purely masochistic, because the look Harry gave him now hurt. “Not yet, anyway. We’re too young, Harry. It’s only been four years since the war, and I’m afraid you’re trying to rush this because you…” gods, even having planned this, it was still the most difficult thing Draco ever did in his life. With some exceptions, perhaps.
do you know any fics where y/n takes care of harry like whether he’s sick or sad etc just y/n taking care of him fics
here are some!
sick by @harrystylesandharrypotter
sick for the holidays by @niallsstainedcoffeecup
sick by @ohsweetkiwi
one condition by @vocalharry
are you okay? by @wroteasongabouther
sickness by @guccixstyless
harry won’t admit hes sick by @idkthisisjustforfanfic
harry gets the flu by @blackmilkshake