Always and Never

Ariel Tanner believed that love was nothing but an illusion, a sick prank your brain pulls on you. But when she meets Harry Styles she begins to question everything she has put together about love. This frustrating boy was the only truly genuine person she'd ever met. How someone like him could even exist blew her mind. Harry, on the other hand, was amazed at how closed off Ariel acted. He made it his mission to knock down the walls she'd built around herself, because behind the flirting and the sarcasm, he got a glimpse of a girl that he wanted to become as close as humanly possible to. But did he really want to know everything behind those walls?


56. The Flu

So what made you come up with this idea?” I laughed. Harry and I were laying on the ground, filling out coloring books with crayons. We'd officially been engaged for a week.

“Just another stroke of genius.” He shrugged, then grinned at me.

“Oh yeah, of course. Why did I even have to ask?” I snickered.

“Sometimes you're a little slow, my dear.” He laughed, tapping my forehead twice with his index finger.

“Hey!” I laughed.

“Only joking, only joking. Probably.” He grinned wider. I rolled my eyes. Mr. comedian over here... I was about to say something witty back, but I got that horrible feeling in my gut that everyone knows.

I got up and ran to the bathroom as quickly as I could, almost not making it. I vomited into the toilet, Harry came in quickly behind me. I felt his fingers pull my hair back. One hand rubbed my back soothingly. When I finished, I sat on the bathroom floor next to the toilet, fatigued.

“Do you think you've caught the flu?” Harry asked, concern covering his face.

“I don't know. I suppose I've felt a bit nauseous at times the past few days...” I remembered. It seemed to pass pretty quickly, and I hadn't felt actually sick until today. Damn, maybe I did catch the flu.

“Okay, uh, how about we get you into bed. I'll make some soup?” He suggested.

“Sure, sure. That'd be nice...” I agreed. I would really like some orange slices as well...

“Could you peel me an orange too?” I asked. Harry looked at me quizzically for a moment, but then recovered.

“I don't think the acid would be good for your stomach...” He disagreed. I thought about that for a moment, and decided that he was probably right.

“Oh, alright. Just soup then.” I nodded. He tucked me into our bed, and I wondered for a second why I was there. I felt just fine... Not sick at all anymore. I was about to tell Harry that I was okay now, but then the nausea came back in a wave, I jumped up, almost knocking Harry over on my run to the bathroom again. He held my hair back for the second time.

“Holy Hell.” I groaned when it was over.

“Maybe you should go to the doctor or something. I can drive you to the hospital...” Harry suggested.

“No, no, no. No hospitals. It's just the flu.” I insisted, struggling to stand up. I brushed my teeth, then stumbled back into bed. And I felt healthy again. Did I really just feel that sick a minute ago? What was going on?

“I'm gonna go make your soup. I have my phone in my pocket, call me if you need me.” He said, placing a loving kiss on the top of my head. I smiled as he left. I hoped I didn't get him sick. I'd feel really bad if I did. He didn't have to take care of me.

Maybe I should tell him to go away, to leave me alone in the house so that he doesn't get sick. I could pretend to be angry with him... No. I didn't really want to be alone. I closed my eyes, contemplating taking a nap, but then the nausea hit me once again. I skipped to the bathroom, holding my stomach, and threw up into the toilet. I sighed as I stood up, this is going to be a long day...

I put my hair in a pony tail so that Harry wouldn't have to hold it again. I brushed my teeth, and drank a few gulps of water. I was completely prepared for the sickness to come again, but it didn't. It stayed away all day, it had had enough.

Though in the middle of the night, I woke up with an upset stomach and got sick. Harry rubbed my tummy while we both fell back asleep. I felt fine for the rest of the day again. After that day, Harry and I went out again, because I thought I was better.

We went to a farmer's market and got some fresh fruits and veggies. I'd still been craving oranges so I got plenty of those. I ate a total of three oranges after we got home, and then I dipped some apples in peanut butter and ate those. That was more delicious than you might think, my dad used to do it all the time. It did earn me some questioning looks from Harry... Another happy two days passed, and then the sickness came back.

“You should see a doctor.” Harry insisted, looking panicky.

“Okay, if it happens again, I'll go in to the hospital.” I agreed. I was scared too, who could I possibly have caught this from?

To my dismay, it did happen again, the next day, right after lunch.

“I'll go in tomorrow.” I sighed as Harry looked at me worriedly. He seemed content with my conclusion.

“I've got an interview in Ireland tomorrow, so I won't be able to come with.” He said, looking a bit guilty.

“I'll bring Kate. It'll be fine. I'll call you right after with the verdict.” I assured. No need to miss his interview over me having the flu...

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