I wake up with the worst headache I have ever experienced. My head throbbing, I turn slowly on my side to face Harry and wince as the dull pain suddenly sharpens.
“Jenny?”
“Harry, you’re awake!” I notice that his eyes are barely open and how fluttery his voice sounds, as if he is using all his strength just to utter my name.
Harry carefully pulls his hand from under the covers, reaching out so the back of his smooth, cold hand settles across my forehead. His hands are like ice, a relief against my abnormally hot skin.
“Jenny, you’re burning up,” Harry says weakly, the words barely making it out of his mouth. I almost weep in disbelief. How could he be worried about me when his condition was so much worse?
“Shh, I’m fine,” I say, even as the pounding against my skull worsens. “I’ll go get you a glass of water.” For a second, I am scared to move—my head feels like it is about to implode. Gathering all my willpower, I force myself to sit up on the bed, concentrating on my balance. As I pull myself up to a standing position, a wave of nausea overcomes me and suddenly I feel myself falling into empty space. I reach out to grab a chair, a wall, anything to support me, but instead my hands grasp nothing. Folding in like a rag doll, I crumple to the ground.
“Jenny!” I hear the anxious rasp of Harry’s voice above me. I want to call out to him—tell him I’ll be fine, he doesn’t need to worry—but I can’t seem to form the words in my mouth. In fact, I can’t control anything and splotches of color appear before my eyes. The last thing I hear before everything fades to darkness is Harry breaking into a coughing fit as he desperately calls for someone to come.
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Forever and Always (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)
Fanfiction"To tell the truth, just talking aloud soothes me. Maybe it's because telling these stories is like reliving those breathtaking moments. Or maybe because it reassures me that I won't ever forget them. To me, making sure these memories stay alive mea...
