Let's Make A Move (1D)

THIS IS A SEQUEL TO MY MOVELLA JUST A NUMBER.

Savannah is off to London. Things with her and Harry carry on, but being in a new country with a new responsiblity takes Savannah to a dark place. Can she and Harry make it through struggles they never thought they'd face together?
Also a reminder, This story is very much rated R. Read cautiously. xo

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17. ill

The three of us went back to my flat. It was late and I knew Lucy probably wanted some alone time with Niall. As Lucy looked around I whispered to Niall.

"Thanks again. For everything."

He sighed and reached out for a hug. "Hang in there."

I hugged Niall and went to my room.

 I dropped my things and stripped everything off except my bra and panties. I crawled in my bed and snuggled to my blanket. I layed there in silence with my eyes tightly shut.

So Liam felt sick. That was his excuse to leave early. Why was everything so messed up? And yet, Harry seemed oblivious to everything. Had he forgotten already that he lied to me. Where was he yesterday anyways? I should have told him I knew he was lying.

A giggle from outside my door interrupted my thoughts. At least Lucy was here.  I had some part of home with me now. Except, she wouldn't be here forever. How long was she staying anyways?

...

I was shortly woken by my phone ringing in my purse across the bedroom. I jumped out of bed, tripping over a shoe trying to hurry and reach it. It was Harry.

"Hello?" I said half asleep and half alarmed as I looked at my clock. 2:53 am.

"Savannah honey?" she spoke.

"Yes, Anne?" I said shocked to hear her voice. "What's wrong."

"Harry is sick. He has been vomiting all night, with a slight fever. He's fine right now. But he wants you." She said calmly.

"I'm on my way."  said hanging up.

My heart sank a little. Harry was ill and he wants me. He has his mother and his sister and I'm the one he wants. I stood there for a minute, staring at my phone screen. It was a picture I had taken of Harry in his sleep. I pressed my phone to my chest.

"Dammit, I love you Harry Styles."

I slipped on a tshirt and shorts. slid on some flip flops and tip toed out my door.

On my couch layed Niall and Lucy. Sleeping sound in one another's arms. I softly tapped Niall's shoulder. He looked up at me.

"Can I take your car? Harry's sick?" I whispered.

"Yeah." he pointed at the table where his keys layed. "Text me when you make it there."

"I will. Thank you." I said as I left.

...

When I walked in Harry's place Anne was laying on the couch. I walked over to her. She opened her eyes.

"I thought I'd wait up for you." she smiled. "Gemma's asleep, I'm going to go join her."

"Of course. Thanks for calling me." I said

She hugged me. "No, thank you for coming. I've given him some medicine for the fever."

"Your welcome." I smiled.

She kissed my forehead before walking to the hall. "Take care of my boy Savannah."

"I will." I smiled.

"Not just now honey, but forever." she said smiling.

I felt a lump in my throat. All I could do was shake my head as she walked in the guest bedroom.

I ran my fingers through my hair and took a deep breath. All the sudden I heard Harry moan and then a load groan before I heard him throwing up. I ran to his room to see him leaning over his bed into a trash can.

"Harry!" I yelled running to him. His curls were running over his face.

"I'm freezing." he shivered sitting the trash can back to the floor.

I touched his forehead and then his rosy red cheeks. "Your burning up."

"NO! I'm so cold." he whined pulling the covers up to him.

"You need to get rid of this fever Harry and this heavy blanket isn't going to do the job. I said ripping it off the bed.

"Hey!" he shouted curling into a ball in the center of the bed.

"Trust me." I said walking into his bathroom. He was moaning to himself in pain.

I grabbed a towel and soaked it with cold water, ringing it out. I then went to his bed and took one of my headbands and pulled his hair out of his face with it.

"Please Savy, I'm f-f-freezing." he pleaded.

I rubbed his cheeks with my cold hand. "You'll thank me tomorrow when your show isn't cancelled because you'll feel so much better."  I said kissing his forehead.

I slipped out of my shorts so that I was just in my t-shirt and climbed in bed beside him. I put the damp towel on his forehead. He winced at the coldness.

"I'm sorry your sick." I said snuggling up to him.

"I'm not." he said to himself.

I looked up at his face. Cheeks flushed and eyes tired. "Why's that?" I asked.

"It got you here." he smiled.

I giggled. "I was missing you anyways."

"Good." he sighed. "I like this."

"Like what?" I pressed

"Us." he said looking down at me. "You taking care of me."

 I blushed. "I'll always take care of you Harry. I love you so much." I confessed, bringing my hand to his neck looking into his sleepy eyes.

"And I'll always take care of you." he said turning to hold me. He buried his head in my neck. I could feel the heat from his fever setting my body on fire. I rubbed his head until he fell asleep in my arms. I watched him sleep for a while. His eyes flickered here and there and his body would jerk from time to time. I figured he was dreaming.

I was about to doze off when he stirred a little in my hold.

"She's perfect." he said in his sleep.

I continued to hold him. "You're perfect." I said. hoping he could hear me.

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