You're too stubborn (Harry Styles/One Direction AU)

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PART ONE: (Teigan's POV)

“Did you forget about me?” I asked into the phone. Harry and I always walked to school together; I’d been waiting on the corner for ten minutes now, and he had yet to grace me with his presence.

“Ugh. Sorry.” He croaked out, and then cleared his throat. “I overslept, be there soon.”

I frowned, but then nodded. “See you soon.”

A few minutes later, he shuffled up to the corner. “Hey.” He croaked, wincing slightly.

“Are you alright?”

“Just a bit of a sore throat. I’m fine, though.” He whispered.

I groaned. “Harry, you have the worst immune system on the planet. Go back home and sleep.”

He always managed to catch every bug that came around. He’d caught at least four or five colds last year. along with a pretty nasty flu, and spent Christmas and rang in the New Years in bed. He only caught one cold so far this year, although this was probably going to turn out to be his second.

“It’s fine, Teigs.” He said, clearing his throat again. I opened my bag, and handed him a water bottle and two ibuprofens.

“Here.”

“Thanks.” He said, smiling slightly. He tilted his head back and downed the pills.

We walked to school in silence, Harry moving slower than usual. I rolled my eyes, and sighed slightly.

“You really should reconsider going home.”

He waved me off. “My throat is just a bit scratchy. I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, okay.” I sighed.

Unfortunately, Harry was entirely too stubborn (well, I was, too, but that’s beside the point). I give him until tomorrow before he admits he’s actually sick.

“We still on for tutoring?” He asked, taking a swig of water.

I raised a brow. “You still want to?”

“Yes, because I’m fine.”

“Alright, alr-” I trailed off, my eyes following the bug that seemed to drop out of nowhere.

“Um...” He said, waving his hand in front of my face.

“Sorry.” I said, shaking my head. He was staring at me in amusement, and I made a face.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He snickered. “It’s just funny how easy you get distracted.”

“It’s not my fault, there was a bug.” I huffed.

He chuckled, and then shook his head. He sniffled slightly, rubbing at his nose with the heel of his palm as he scrunched up his face.

I pretended not to notice, and instead, changed the subject.

“So, Jake and I broke up. Actually, I dumped him.” I sighed. He turned to look at me so quickly, I swear he got whiplash.

“What happened?”

I fiddled with the ring on my index finger. “I’m just sick of his crap...he’s been treating me this way for a couple of years now...I just didn’t realize it until you pointed it out.” I shrugged.

“And what did he say?”

“I dunno, I blocked his number.”

“Nice!” He grinned, and then winced slightly.

We finally made it to school, and I was immediately ambushed by Jake.

“Why the hell didn’t you answer my texts? What do you mean we’re done?” He yelled angrily. I shrunk back from him, and into Harry.

“Dude. Leave her alone.” Harry said, shaking his head.

“We’ll talk about this later.” He growled into my ear. I sighed, looking down as he walked away.

“Douche.” Harry muttered angrily, shaking his head.

*

I was sitting at the lunch table with Harry and his girlfriend (although Harry was in the bathroom, as he’d been sniffling and wiping his nose on his sleeve almost non-stop when Jake stormed over to the table.

“Teigan. We need to talk.” He said through clenched teeth. “Right. Now.”

I looked up at him to see pure anger in his eyes. “No...I’m good.”

“Get. Up.” He snapped. I sighed, slapping my hands on the table and standing up.

“Are you okay?” Mandy whispered, her eyes darting between me and Jake.

“I’ll be fine.” I whispered back. Jake gripped my arm, and escorted me out of the cafeteria to the vacant courtyard behind building A.

“Why the hell did you break up with me? In case you’ve forgotten, you’re mine.” He growled. I ripped my arm out of his grasp, and took a huge step back.

“Excuse me? I’m not yours. You don’t own me.”

“You’re my girlfriend.” He yelled.

“EX girlfriend. You’re a HORRIBLE boyfriend. You do NOTHING but knock me down. Instead of understanding when I told you, you told me I was stupid. Do you know how that made me feel?”

“Oh shut it. I don’t care what you felt.”

“And you called me fat!”

“Yeah, because you’re on your way.”

My eyes filled with tears. “How can you be so cruel?” I whispered. “What did I do to you to make you hate me?”

“This is love, Teigan.” He said firmly, gripping my arms painfully.

“Ouch!” I yelped, trying to squirm out of his grasp. “Let GO!” I yelled, foot stomping him. He cried out in pain, and I took off running back towards the cafeteria.

I reached the table, breathing heavily.

“Uh...you okay?” Harry asked, turning away from the table to sneeze.

“Um...if you...see an angry, six foot two football player, just warn me.”

“What happened?” Mandy frowned.

“He started yelling at me...I yelled at him...it was a disaster.”

Harry sniffled, and then rested his head in his folded arms. Mandy sighed, and rubbed his back soothingly. “Harry, you obviously don’t feel well, just go home.”

“M’fine, just tired.” He sniffled, his voice muffled by his arms.

I rolled my eyes. “You’ve only been dating him for three months. You have yet to experience what he’s like when he’s sick.”

“Like this?” She asked, gesturing to him.

“Oh, this is just the beginning.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Does he get sick often?”

“Mm-hmm.” I nodded.

She made a face. “Ugh. So do I.”

“You two were meant for each other.” I snickered.

“I’m going to catch this, and I’m going to die.” She sighed dramatically.

I laughed. “You won’t die.”

“My immune system is awful.”

“So’s Harry’s!” I grinned.

He looked up to glower at me. He was trying his hardest to look intimidating, but between his flushed cheeks, red nose, and glassy eyes, he resembled more of a miserable puppy. “It is not.”

I shot him a flat look. “You had five colds last year, the flu, bronchitis twice, laryngitis, and God knows how many stomach bugs. Face it, Harry. your immune system is horrible.”

“What, you’re keeping count now?” He mumbled. “Heh...heh...hetsch! Hetsch!” He sneezed, and then sniffled, rubbing his nose on the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

“Just go home, Hare.” Mindy said, shaking her head.

“No, I’m fine.” He insisted.

“You’re sick.” I said, leaning forward and dragging a finger up and down his forearm absent-mindedly. “Go home and get some rest.”

He put a hand over mine, shaking his head. “Honestly, guys. Stop worrying about me, I feel fi...heh...fi...hehehh...fine-hetsch!”

“Bless you.” I smiled slightly.Mindy made a disapproving noise, and then sighed. I shot her a curious look, cocking my head to the side when I saw her glaring at me “Problem?”

She shot me a sickly sweet smile. “No. None at all.”

“Hey. guys!” Our friend, Niall, greeted us enthusiastically, setting his tray down on the table. “HARREH!” He yelled excitedly.

Harry groaned slightly, and then raised his head to give Niall a lazy grin. “Hey, Ni.”

“Whoa, dude. You sick?” He frowned, poking Harry’s cheek.

“No.” Harry muttered stubbornly.

“He is, he just doesn’t want to admit it.”

“I don’t get it.” Mindy frowned, cupping his cheek. “You were completely fine up until lunch.”

I shook my head. “He wasn’t, he’s been sick all day, he just didn’t want anybody to know.”

She shot me an annoyed look. “Oh.” She turned to him, feeling his forehead, and then sliding her hand down so she was cupping his cheek. “At least you don’t have a fever.”

Niall raised a brow at her, and then looked at me, cocking his head to the side. I shrugged, shaking my head lightly.

“Yeah, I don’t have a fever because I’m not sick.”

“You are too.” I said, glaring at him.

“Stop being so damn stubborn, call your mom to come pick you up, and go home.” I said.

“But, what about after school?” He whined tiredly.

“What’s happening after school?” Mindy asked, frowning at the two of us.

“I bet they’re going on a date.” Niall grinned. I slapped his arm when I saw Mindy glare at me again.

“Shut up, Ni.”

She rubbed his back, her eyes never leaving mine as she stared me down.

What the hell was her problem?

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By Spanish class, Harry was sniffling and rubbing his nose with the sleeve of his jacket almost constantly.

He raised his hand, and the teacher looked over at him. “¿Si, señor?”

“¿Puedo usar el ba...heh...baño, p-por fa...heh...favor?” He asked, sniffling as his breath hitched.

She shook her head. “No, la clase está por terminar pronto.” And then she shot him a curious look. “¿Le gustaría visitar a la enfermera?”

“No, gracias.”

He sighed, sniffling again as he sunk lower in his seat. I shot him a sympathetic look, and then passed him a packet of tissues. He shook his head stubbornly, and I rolled my eyes as he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his sweatshirt yet again. He sunk lower into his chair, and pulled the collar of his sweatshirt up over his mouth and nose.

“Hetsch! Heh...hetsch!” He sneezed, and then sniffled. I slammed the tissues on his desk, shooting him a glare. The teacher shot us a warning look, and I smiled apologetically at her before looking down.

Class ended finally, and Harry stood up slowly, rubbing his forehead.

“So, you gonna admit you’re sick, or...?”

“I’m not sick.” He said, rolling his eyes. “Ready?” He asked. He sniffled harshly, rubbing at his nose and scrunching his face up in discomfort.

“Maybe we should call someone to pick us up?” I suggested, biting the inside of my cheek.

He was so pale, and looked absolutely exhausted, like was gonna drop at any moment.

“I’m fine.” He said, shaking his head, and grabbing his bag.

“You’re sick.” I accused. We walked out of the room, and he sighed in irritation.

“Okay, so I’m not feeling fantastic, but it’s not that big of a deal. I’m gonna crash when I get home.” I reached up to feel his forehead, but he side stepped and batted my hand away. “Teigs, stop. It’s probably just a cold or something, stop worrying.”

“You know your mom isn’t gonna let you do anything this weekend when she finds out.”

He cupped his hands around his nose and mouth. “Heh...hetsch!” He sneezed, his body snapping forward. “Ugh. No, it’ll be fine.” He sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

“Will you use the damn tissues?” I asked, handing him the packet of tissues he’d forgotten on his desk.

He sighed in defeat, and took the tissues from me. He took a tissue out of the packet and blew his nose. He sniffled desperately, rubbing at his nose. “Thanks.”

“We can do tutoring a different time...when you’re feeling better.” We reached our houses quickly, and he bid me adieu, and shuffled into his house.

I walked into mine with a heavy sigh, depositing my bag on the ground.

“How was your health test?” Mom asked from the kitchen.

“I think I did well.” I said, walking in.

“Good.” She smiled. “So, how was school?”

“Weird.” I frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“Harry’s sick, but wouldn’t admit it until I forced it out of him, which isn’t unusual.” I shrugged. “But Mindy was like...glaring at me all of lunch. I don’t get it.”

“Honey.” Mom said, shaking her head. “You and Harry are awfully close...you HAVE been best friends for twelve years now. She’s only been dating him a few months, she probably feels threatened that you know him so well.”

“That’s ridiculous. She’s never had a problem with me before today.”

Mom shrugged. “Harry’s sick again?”

“Yeah, I swear, that boy needs to be kept in a bubble.”

She laughed. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really.” I said, shaking my head.

“Okay.” She nodded.

“I’m really tired, I’m gonna go lie down.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, today just sucked.” I sighed.

“You’re not getting sick, are you?” She asked, eying me warily.

“No.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m fine, just tired.”

“Have a lot of homework?”

“Nope. It’s Friday.”

I actually didn’t know if I had any homework or not, but I wasn’t in the mood to try and look it up anywhere. Too much effort.

There was a knock on the door, and I walked over to it, flinging it open.

“Hey!” I greeted Harry’s mom.

She grinned. “Afternoon, Teigan.”

“Anne!” Mom cried. “How are you?”

“I have to go to this really long, really boring meeting, and everybody is out of the house, except for Harry....” She said, chewing on her bottom lip. She looked at me pleadingly. “Would you mind looking after him? I’m assuming you know he’s sick.”

“Ugh, yes. He’s way too stubborn, but he’s also not good at hiding his symptoms.”

“He got home, crashed on the couch, and hasn’t moved since.”

“So, essentially, you want me to go watch him sleep?” I grinned.

“Essentially, yes.” She giggled. “Can you? You can spend the night, and you and I can have a girls night.”

“Is Gemma home?”

“She’s gone on vacation with some friends for the next few weeks...we can have a proper girls sleepover.” She grinned happily.

“Yeah! I don’t think I’ll be good at that, but I’ll try.” I grinned.

“Great! I’ll swing by the store and get us some facials, and a fluffy blanket, and junk food, and get a chick-flick. Any suggestions?”

“Lot’s of chocolate, preferably a movie without tons of crying. I’d rather not seem emotionless as you’re sobbing your face off.” I smirked.

“Got it.” She said, excitement written all over her face. “Do you want to join us, Jamie?”

My mom shook her head. “Nah, I have a lot of work to do tonight.”

“The door is unlocked.” Ann said, looking at me. She gave my mom a hug, and she and I walked out the door, and then groaned. “I forgot clothes.”

“You stay over enough to have left a bunch of clothes.”

“Oh yeah.” I laughed.

“Now, there’s some tea bags in the cupboards, and soup in the pantry in case he wakes up. He probably will, so be prepared. He didn’t have a fever last time I checked, but I’d still like you to make sure every hour or so...thermometer’s on the counter.”

“I will.” I said, walking into their house.

“I have to go, call me if you need anything.”

“Will do, bye.” I said. Once she was gone, I made my way into the living room.

Harry was sprawled out on the couch, buried under a thick blanket. His face was just barely visible, but even in his sleep, he looked uncomfortable. His mouth was open as he slept, and he was snoring slightly. I grabbed the remote and climbed onto the adjacent part of the couch and pulled the blanket over my feet.

I flipped on the television, and lowered the volume so that it was almost muted, and tried to stay awake.

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Translations:

¿Puedo usar el baño, por favor? - Can I use the bathroom, please?

No, la clase está por terminar pronto - No, the class is almost over.

¿Le gustaría visitar a la enfermera? - Would you like to visit the nurse?

I'm really bad at spanish, and I used google translate, so forgive me for anything I got wrong

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Part 3

Harry moved underneath the blankets for the first time in hours, and I looked over at him.

“Hey there, sleepy.” I grinned when he sat up and looked at me in confusion.

“What are you doing here?” He sniffled, his voice rough and congested.

“Your mom had to go to a meeting, and she wanted me to come watch you sleep.”

“Cree...heh...heh...hetsch! Hetsch! Hetsch! *Snff*...*Snff* creepy.” He said, rubbing his nose on the blanket.

“Honestly, Harry.” I sighed, shaking my head. “There’s a box of tissues right next to you, stop wiping your nose on everything, you’re gonna spread your germs and make everybody else sick.”

A harsh coughing fit escaped his mouth, and he covered it with the blankets. “Sorry.” He croaked.

My gaze softened. “How are you feeling?”

“Not that great.” He groaned, sniffling miserably. I grabbed the thermometer from the coffee table, and got off the couch.

“I need to take your temperature.”

“Go for it.” He mumbled tiredly, laying on his side. I kneeled next to him, and stuck it in his ear.

“Well...” I sighed, looking at the numbers. “You’re officially sick.”

“Oh?”

I flashed him the numbers. “100.9...it’s low-grade, but it counts.”

“Heh...hetsch! Hetsch! Heh...tchh! Tchh! Heh...hetsch! *Snfff*...heh-I doe-heh....I d....heh...don’t...heh...f-f-heh...ugh!” He groaned, scrubbing his nose harshly. “I d...don’t f...heh...fee...heh...feel well-hetsch! Hetsch! Hehtsch! Hetsch! Aktch! HETCHOO!”

“Bless you...times a million.” I grinned.

He groaned, sinking lower into the blankets. “I feel like crap, Teigs.”

“I know.” I frowned. “Do you want anything?”

“Just some medicine. It’s in the cabinet.”

I nodded, standing up and walking into the kitchen. The front door opened, and Ann walked into the kitchen.

“How’re you feeling?” She asked, setting her bag down.

“Horrible.” He whimpered.

Ann sighed, and walked over to him. “My poor baby.”

“He has a slight fever.” I said, getting the cold meds out of the cabinet. “Take these.” I said, handing him the pills and a water.

“I’m banishing you up to your room.” Ann said, feeling his forehead. “Teigan and I are going to have a proper girly sleepover, and you need to rest. Hopefully we can kick this thing before it really becomes an issue.”

He nodded wordlessly, standing up and coughing into his elbow.

“Do you want tea or soup?” Ann asked, frowning at his appearance.

“No...just wanna...heh...hetsch! Just wanna sleep.” He sniffled sleepily.

She nodded. “Let us know if you need anything.”

He saluted her before walking out of the room. “Well, now that sickie is out of the way.” I grinned.

Ann grinned as well and took out two packets. “MASKS!” She shrieked, flinging it at me.

I giggled maniacally, grasping the packet in both hands. She started unloading ice cream, and candy, and chips of all kind.

“Did you know they sell wedding dressed on Amazon?” I asked, looking up at her.

“I did not.” She grinned, laughing slightly.

“They’re cheap, too.”

“How much?”

“Under three hundred dollars.”

“That sounds-”

“Shady, yeah. We should turn on a light, it’s dark in here.”

“You know where it is.” She said, nodding her head towards the wall.

“What movie did you pick?” I asked, flipping on the light.

She looked at me guiltily. “There were no funny movies...so I got ‘The Notebook’.”

I sighed. "Alright, let's get this sob fest over with."

She shoved me lightly, and stuck her tongue out at me. "The enthusiasm is overwhelming."

I shrugged, "Yeah, well."

She grabbed all the food, and the movie, and then I settled into the couch. She shoved the movie in the DVD player, and then cuddled up next to me.

“WAIT!” She cried. “I bought us a blanket!”

She scrambled off the couch, and then returned with a thick, fluffy blanket. She draped it over us, and we snuggled up together. The movie played for a little while until it came to the part where Noah and Allie were lying in the middle of the street.

“I hope they get hit by a car.” I laughed, pointing at the screen.

Ann glared at me. “You are the worst person to watch a movie with.”

I snorted. “Well, if they’re dumb enough to lie down in the middle of the street, they deserve it.”

“I’m over this.” She sighed, pausing the movie.

“Should’ve warned you, mom.” Harry sniffled from the doorway. We turned to look at him, and I smirked. His blanket was wrapped around his shoulders tightly, and his nose was bright red.

“Well you just look like you’re having all kinds of fun.”

“Oh, SO much fun.” He sniffled, rolling his eyes. His eyelids fluttered shut, and his breath hitched as he pulled the blankets over his face. “Heh...hetsch! Hetsch! Hetsch! *Snff*...You should try it.”

“No thanks.” I laughed. “Keep your germs away from me. I don’t want to get sick. Also, I think your girlfriend hates me.”

He sighed. “I’m far too out of it to keep up with your train of thought.”

“Well then.” I grinned.

“Why are you up, Harry?” Ann asked, standing up. “You should be in bed sleeping.”

“My throat is screwing with me, I wanted water.”

“Go lie on the couch, I’ll make you some tea.”

He nodded, trudging to the couch. He plopped next to me, and then rested his head in my lap. I ran my hands through his hair absentmindedly.

“Why do you think...heh...Mindy hay...heh...hates you?”

“She was glaring at me the whole lunch.”

“Hetsch!”

“Bless you.” I said, patting his head. “How are you feeling?”

“You’d think I’d be used to feeling horrible, but I don’t, and this-” He covered his mouth and nose with his blanket. “-hetsch-sucks.”

“I’m so glad I don’t catch colds.” I grinned, patting his over-heated cheek.

“I should sneeze on you and make you suffer with me.” He grumbled, rolling on his side.

“How about no.”

“She doesn’t hate you.”

“I beg to differ, she likes you.” He sniffled, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Headache?” I asked, playing with his hair again.

“Mmmm.” He nodded. He covered his face again, and let out a series of sneezes, one right after the other.

“Here.” Ann said, handing him a few pills and cup of tea. He sat up, taking the pills quickly. “Go up to your room. You don’t need to be down here spreading your germs.”

“You’re punishing me because I’m sick?” He sniffled.

“I’m not punishing you, I’m quarantining you.” Ann replied, patting his head. “Go sleep, you need it.”

He nodded, standing up and stumbling out of the room.

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PART FOUR:

And so, Harry spent the next week and a half in bed, sneezing and coughing. That boy seemed to catch every contagious illness under the sun, and recovered über slowly.

Unfortunately, as soon as he was all healed (his voice was still all screwy and congested sounding, but that’s what happens when you spend nearly two weeks sneezing and coughing), I woke up one morning feeling like complete crap.

"Mom." I groaned, walking into the kitchen.

"Good morning." She smiled.

"I don't feel well."

"What's the matter?" She frowned, standing up from her seat and walking over to me.

"My throat hurts, so does my head, and my stomach is churning."

She felt my forehead, and then slid her hand down to feel my cheek with the back of her fingers. "You don't have a fever, you aren't pale...are you sure you're not feeling well?"

"I just said I didn't." I snapped.

She shot me a warning look. "Try eating something, maybe you're just hungry."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm NOT."

She sighed. "Honey, you're fine. Get changed, you still have school."

"But mom!" I whined.

"Teigan, this isn't up for discussion. Get ready for school, Harry will be waiting."

I sighed in defeat. Stupid body, not giving me a fever. My mom only ever let me stay home if I was running a temperature (which had to be at least 100), actually had cold and flu symptoms (AKA coughing or sneezing too much to get anything accomplished), or throwing up. Unfortunately, neither of those were happening.

I wasn't lying though, I did feel like crap, it just wasn't at the stage my mom considered sick.

Stupid mom.

"Oh, and pack your things."

"What? Why?"

"I'm going out of town for a couple of weeks. You're staying at Harry's house."

"You couldn't have warned me before now?" I snapped moodily.

"Watch your tone, Teigan." She warned me. "I don't understand why you're so hateful this morning, but it needs to stop. Now."

"I TOLD you, I don't feel well."

"And I TOLD you that you need to get ready. Stop being bitchy and go."

"Whatever." I muttered, storming up to my room. I sighed dramatically, and walked up to my room.

Maybe I could take a five minute nap...after all, I didn’t have to meet Harry for another forty five minutes.

I crawled into bed, and closed my eyes, drifting to sleep.

“Teigan, UP!” Mom snapped angrily, pulling me out of my much-needed power nap.

“Mmm?” I groaned, looking around.

“You have to meet Harry in five minutes.”

“Shit!” I yelped, scrambling out of bed.

“Did you pack your stuff?”

“No...fell asleep.”

She sighed in irritation. “You don’t have time to do it now. Come home after school and pack. Now get ready.”

I got ready in record time, and then trudged out of the house

"You're chipper this morning." Harry grinned sarcastically after a few minutes of walking to school in uncomfortable silence.

"This is you're fault." I muttered, shooting him the evil eye.

He looked at me in confusion. "What? How is your being in a bad mood my fault?"

"If you would have kept your stupid boy germs to yourself, I'd be fine now."

"Ah, got it." He nodded. "Why didn't you stay home then?"

"I tried, but my mom is being evil and wouldn't let me because I didn't have a fever and looked fine. Whereas all YOU have to do is sneeze, and she practically confines you to bed."

"I guess my mom just loves me more." He grinned.

I rolled my eyes, but didn't say anything. My throat hurt far too much to continue our conversation.

"So what's wrong with you?" He asked, knocking his arm against my shoulder.

"Headache." I grumbled.

"That's it?"

"And my throat hurts, and my stomach is churning."

"Whatever you do, don't vomit on me."

"No promises."

He laughed, and then poked my cheek. "Smile, grumpy."

"I will break off your finger if you don't remove it from my face."

He held his hands up in surrender. "Yeesh. Someone’s in a bad mood."

"I'm so tired, it's not even funny." I yawned. All I wanted to do was go back to bed and sleep this freaking thing off.

"So stop." He blinked.

"Stop being tired? That's your advice?"

"Yes."

I rolled my eyes. "Sound advice. You should be a doctor."

"I really should." He grinned.

I yawned, squeezing my eyes shut. God, my head hurt.

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PART FIVE:

I trudged into Harry’s house, and he closed the door behind us.

“How was school?” Ann asked.

“Great!” Harry grinned. I walked past him, and flopped on the couch, curling up into myself.

“Is she alright?” Ann asked.

“She hasn’t felt well all day.” Harry said, sitting next to my feet.

“Teigan, honey?” She asked quietly, kneeling in front of me.

“Yeah?” I rasped.

“What’s the matter?”

“Don’t feel well.” I mumbled, my eyes closing.

“What doesn’t feel well, sweetie? I need specifics.”

“Headache.” I mumbled tiredly. “And sore throat and stomachache.”

“Does your stomach just hurt, or, are you nauseas, too?”

“I’ve been queasy all day.” I groaned.

“Honey, if you didn’t feel well, why didn’t you tell your mom?”

“I did...she said I didn’t have a fever, so I couldn’t stay home.”

Ann put her hand on my forehead. “You still don’t have one...do you want to go sleep in the guest room, or stay out here?”

“Stay here...too much effort to move.” I groaned.

“Have you eaten anything today?” She asked, sitting on the edge of the couch and stroking my hair. I shook my head.

“She said she wasn’t hungry.” Harry said.

“Wasn’t.” I mumbled, struggling to keep my eyes open. “Ugh. I need to go get my stuff.”

“No. You still have stuff here, and you can borrow Gemma’s things. It’s beginning to rain, you’re not going out there when you’re getting sick.”

“Mmkay.” I nodded tiredly.

“I’m going to call your mom and see if she’ll let you stay home tomorrow.”

She walked out of the room, and I rolled on my stomach.

“Let’s watch something!” Harry cried happily. I yelped softly in pain, clutching my head and squeezing my eyes shut. “Sorry.” He whispered.

“S’okay.” I moaned, wincing slightly.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly. “You’re never sick.”

“M’fine. Just need to sleep...I’ll be better tomorrow.”

“Do you want some Advil?”

“Yes, please.”

“Be right back.” He said, patting my cheek lightly.

“Your mom said you can stay home tomorrow if you have a fever of at least 100. If not, you have to go...sorry, Teigs.” She said apologetically.

I sighed. “Kay.”

“Go lie down in the guest room and get some sleep.”

I nodded, standing up. Harry handed me the Advil and a bottle of water. “Thanks.”

I hardly got any sleep last night, between the headache (which the Advil did crap for), sore throat (it was as if someone shoved a fire poker down my throat. Swallowing left me in tears), and the stomachache (and vomiting...but let’s not talk about that), I wanted to kill myself.

“Hey, Teigs?” Harry said, knocking on the door.

“Yeah?” I croaked, curling up into myself.

“It’s almost time for school. Are you feeling any better?”

“Worse.” I groaned, my stomach rolling again.

“Did you get any sleep?” He frowned, walking over to me and placing a hand on my forehead.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Obviously I thought it would be fun to pull an all nighter.” I snapped. “I couldn’t sleep. Do I have a fever?” I asked hopefully.

“I don’t know...” He sighed. “I’ll get my mom.”

I closed my eyes, and a few minutes later, the door opened.

“Teigan?” She said softly.

Tears pricked at my eyes, and I buried my face in the pillow. “I don’t want to go to school.” I whimpered.

“What’s bothering you?” She frowned, producing a thermometer.

“My stomach, and my head, and my throat.” I groaned, shivering lightly. “I threw up in the middle of the night.”

“Well, you have a fever.” She said, showing me the numbers. 100.8. “Now just go to sleep, if you need anything, let me know.”

“Thank you, Ann.”

“Do you think you’re going to throw up again?”

“Mnh-mnh.”

“There’s a trash can next to the bed if you need to.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you want medicine?”

“It hurts to swallow.” I croaked, shaking my head.

She sighed, and stroked my hair lightly. “I’ll be in the living room slash kitchen if you need me.”

I nodded, and allowed myself to fall back asleep.

(Harry’s POV)

“She’s not going.” Mom informed me, walking out of Teigan’s temporary room.

“Good.” I sighed. “Text me if she gets worse.”

Mom grinned goofily and pinched my cheek. “You’re adorable, you know that, right?”

I scowled, batting her hand away. “What are you talking about?”

“You know.”

I rolled my eyes. “If you’re insinuating that I’m in love with her or something, you must be out of your mind. In case you haven’t noticed, I have a girlfriend.”

“Who’s horrible.”

“She is not!” I cried indignantly. “Anyways, I need to go, can I please take the car? The walk there is going to be miserable without anybody to talk to.”

Mom nodded, and tossed me the keys. “Yeah. I don’t have work today. Go ahead. I’ve gotta call Jamie now. Have fun!”

“It’s school. I doubt it.”

[Dylan]

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[Yuuki]

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There will be plenty of female sickness, don't you worry

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PART SIX: (Harry's POV)

“Hey!” I greeted Mindy.

“Hey.” She smiled, pecking my cheek. “Uh...where’s Teigan?”

“She’s sick.”

Mindy rolled her eyes. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

“She will be.” I nodded, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“Can I tell you something?” She asked, adjusting herself so she was standing on her tip toes with her arms wrapped around my neck.

“Sure.” I grinned, leaning down and kissing her.

“I don’t like her very much.”

“Who?” I replied dumbly.

“Teigan. Who else?”

“So she was right.” I sighed, wriggling out of her grip, and taking a step back.

“About what?”

“That you hate her."

“I just think she's trying to steal you from me. You're mine. Not her's"

I chuckled slightly. "There's two things wrong with that statement. One, you don't own me. I am my own person." God, I sounded like such a girl. "And two, she and I have been best friends for twelve years. We practically grew up with each other, her mom is like my second mom, and vice versa. There's no boyfriend stealing going on."

"Oh please. You can't honesty tell me you aren't attracted to her. She's gorgeous, she's nice, she's funny. You two are freakishly close. I don't even know you as well as she does. I'm your girlfriend, she's not."

I sighed, somewhat irritated. "She's known me for twelve years. You've known me for six months."

"Well, I don't want you hanging out with her anymore."

"Are you kidding me?" I said flatly. "I'm not giving up a twelve year friendship because you're jealous. I'm sorry, Mindy, but it's not happening. Besides. She's staying with us while her mom is out of town."

"That's just an excuse so you can have sex with her." She spat, storming off.

What just happened?

I sighed, walking to my first class.

"Mindy." I said, sitting in my usual seat next to her.

"What?" She snapped.

"Why on earth do you think I'm sleeping with her?"

"Because the chemistry between you two is so OBVIOUS." She hissed. "I tried ignoring it, but I can't anymore."

"There's nothing going on between us!" I whisper-yelled. “I chose you, not her. She’s my best friend, you’re my girlfriend.”

“I want to be both, and if you’re not willing to stop seeing her, I don’t think we can continue seeing each other.”

“Are you serious?” I snapped, and she nodded. I shook my head, and leaned back in my seat.

(Teigan's POV)

My phone rang, pulling me out of my much needed sleep.

"Hello?" I croaked.

"Oh, honey.” Mom cooed.

“Hey.” I groaned.

“Not feeling well?”

“Not at all.”

“What’s the matter?”

“My head is pounding, and my throat is killing me, and I’m super nauseas...I just feel horrible.”

“Have you thrown up?”

“Couple times.”

She made a disapproving noise. “Ann said you had a fever?”

“100.8, but it probably went up...it’s sweltering in here.”

“Have you taken anything?”

“Hurts too much to swallow.”

“I’m sorry I’m out of town when you feel so badly.”

“S’okay.”

“How’d you get sick anyways? You’re never sick.”

“I blame Harry. The bastard.”

She laughed. “Okay, I’m going to let you get some sleep, you sound exhausted.”

“I am.” I groaned.

“Call me when you feel better.”

“Mmm.” I said, hanging up and rolling over. I groaned as my head ached angrily, and buried my face in the pillow.

“Teigan?” Ann asked, knocking on my door.

I groaned.

Why can’t people let me sleep? I’m sick, and everybody in the world is trying to keep me awake.

“Yes?”

“How are you feeling, hon?” She asked, walking inside and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Ugh.” I groaned. “Worse.”

She felt my forehead, and then tsked. “Your temperature has gone up.”

“Called it.”

“I’ll get the thermometer. I know you said it hurts to swallow, but I’m gonna need you to take some fever reducers...and pain relievers. You look like you’re about to burst into tears.”

“It hurts so bad.” I whimpered.

“What does?”

“Everything.” I said, biting back a sob.

“You need to take ibuprofen.”

“Okay.” I whispered. She left the room, and then returned a few minutes later. She handed me two pills and a bottle of water.

“Harry should be home soon to keep you company. I’ve gotta run out to the store and get some groceries. Did you sleep at all?”

“I finally got to sleep, but then my mom called, and then you came in.”

“Sorry.” She sighed, shooting me a sympathetic look. “Drink all of that so you don’t get dehydrated. I’ll go make you soup. Do you think you can keep it down?”

“If you make it bland, yeah.”

“Will do.” She nodded, and then grabbed the thermometer from the nightstand. “I just need to take your temperature.”

I nodded, and she stuck it in my ear. I winced slightly, and squeezed my eyes shut. “Ow.” I whimpered.

“Sorry.” She sighed. “101.3. It’s official, now.”

“Heh...” My breath hitched, and I wiggled my nose, trying to relieve the tickle. “Heh-tchh!” I sniffled, coughing slightly.

“I’ll get you the tissues.” She said, walking out of my room.

“Heh-tchh!” Well, shit. The congestion seemed to creep up on me out of nowhere, and soon enough, I felt so stuffy, I could go crazy. “Ugh....Heh-tchh! Heh...heh-tchh! Heh-tchh!”

“Hey there sickie!” Harry chirped, walking into the room.

“Ugh. Heh...heh-tchh! Hi.” I sniffled. He handed me the box of tissues, and I set it next to me, and grabbed a one.

“Still feel like crap?” He asked, crawling over me and leaning against the wall.

“Immensely.” I groaned, blowing my nose. This sucks.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, Mindy and I broke up.”

“What?” I cried, sitting up, and then clutching my head in pain as a wave of dizziness rolled over me.

“Are you alright?” He asked anxiously.

“Sat up too quick...dizzy...give me a moment.”

He nodded, and once the dizziness passed, I sighed, and looked at him. “Why’d you break up?”

“You were right. She didn’t like you.”

“What did I do to her?” I frowned, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

“You did nothing to her. She was jealous of you, and thought you were trying to steal me from her.”

I burst out laughing, which turned into a coughing fit. “That’s ridiculous.”

“That’s what I told her! She didn’t believe me, and then demanded that we not be friends anymore, which I told her wasn’t happening.”

“So you do love me!” I sniffled, shooting him a grin. I rubbed at my nose with the tissue, and sneezed into it.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re my best friend, it’s a requirement that I love you.”

“Heh...heh-tchh! Heh-tchh! Heh-tchh!”

“Bless you.”

I grabbed a fresh tissue, and wiped my nose. “Ugh. This sucks.”

“Sorry.” He sighed, patting my head. “Let’s move into the living room and watch a movie, yeah? I’ll make you some tea.”

“I’m too tired to move.”

“I’ll carry you.”

“Mm-kay.” I mumbled tiredly. He picked me up bridal style, and I groaned as my stomach rolled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nauseas.” I sniffled.

“Are you going to be sick?”

“Don’t know...put me down, I can walk.”

He nodded, setting me down lightly. I bent over, clutching at my stomach, and he crouched in front of me. “Are you going to throw up.”

“Maybe.” I moaned. He grabbed the trashcan, and put it under my face.

“Throw up in that.”

I looked at him, shooting him the evil eye. “No duh. I was going to throw up next to the trash can.”

He laughed. “Your voice. You sound all stuffy. It’s hilarious.”

“Don’t laugh at me.” I snapped.

“Are you okay to walk now?”

“Ugh.” I sniffled, straightening out.

He grabbed the trash can for me, and then held it at arms length, shooting me a smirk. “Pee-yew.”

“Dod’t be bead.” I sniffled. “I’m sick, and miserable, and it’s all your fault.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He frowned.

“Heh...heh....heh-tchh! Heh-tchh! Heh-tchh!” I sniffled, and he helped me to the living room. “Ugh...why me?”

“I don’t know.” He said, shaking his head. “But here you are.” He said, and I plopped on the couch.

“Why’s it so cold in here?” I asked, shivering.

“Because you have a fever.” He said. “Want a blanket?”

“Yes, pl...heh...please...heh...” My breath hitched, and I scrubbed at my nose, making a face. “Heh...heh-tchh! Heh-tchh! Heh...heh...heh-tchh! Heh-tchh!”

“Do you need anything.”

“Kill me.”

He laughed.

“You think I’m kidding? Kill. Me.” I groaned,

“No can do.” He chuckled, coughing slightly.

“You still sick?” I frowned.

“Nah, this freaking cough won’t go away, though.”

I sighed. “I want to die.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” He said, draping a blanket over me. “You’ll be fine, we just need to drug you.”

“I’m all for that.” I sniffled.

“I’ll get you some NyQuil. I’m assuming you want to just sleep this off.”

“Yes. Oh, God, yes.” I groaned.

He chuckled, and stood up. “Do you want tea?”

“Just the meds.”

“Mmkay. Do you want me to put on a movie?”

“You can, yeah.”

“Any preferences?”

“Not r...heh...heh-tchh! Really.” I sniffled.

“Here.” He said, handing me two pills.

“What are you...heheh...drugging me with?”

“NyQuil. It’ll knock you out, remember.”

“Your mom is making you watch me, isn’t she?”

“Yep.” He grinned, sitting next to me.

“Well, I’m going to be...heh...really boring...heh-tchh! Heh-tchh! Sorry.” I sniffled, taking the pills.

“You’re sick, what? Did you think I was expecting you to be all entertaining?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’m not. If I get really bored, I can always just draw on your face with this sharpie.” He said, waving a black permanent marker in the air.

“If you draw on my face, I will end you, Styles.” I threatened.

He laughed. “You don’t scare me. I promise I won’t draw on your face.”

I felt the drowsiness catch up with me, and my eyes slid shut.

[Yuuki]

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