“Ooh, and I’d like you t’ make tha’ chicken noodle soup.. Yeh know, the one yeh made last time when I was sick!” Harry sniffled, gripping onto your hand as he looked up at you. As much as you loved Harry, you had to admit he got more than a little demanding when he was sick. He obviously didn’t mean it, but he loved being pampered by you! (And you liked pampering him, but making a fresh batch of chicken noodle soup was going to take forever and you really weren’t in the mood to slave away in the kitchen.)
“How about I just heat up the one straight from the can? I’ll make the fresh one tomor-”
“But I wan’ it now..” Harry trailed off, his bottom lip pushing out in a pout as he held onto your hand even tighter. “And I’d like those animal crackers you’re always snackin’ on.”
“There’s only one pack left! You’ve got plenty of your kale chips left in the pantry, I’ll just get the cheddar flavoured ones for you!” There was a moment of silence where Harry stared up at you with his doe eyes, a small frown playing at his lips. “..Fine, I’ll give you the crackers.” Almost immediately, a bright smile appeared on Harry’s face before he leaned in to press a kiss to your knuckles, letting go and relaxing against the pillows.
You hummed to yourself as you spooned some of the soup into your mouth, nodding and grabbing a bowl from the cabinets. It had been about an hour and a half since you last left Harry (you left the TV on for him and made sure he was nice and warm), and you were finally finished with the soup. You could have been lazy and taken the one from the can, but Harry would most definitely be able to tell between the packaged soup and your home-made version, and he’d most definitely make you go back to the kitchen.
“Alright, here we go..” You trailed off, pushing the door open while keeping your eyes trained on the hot bowl of soup. You cursed to yourself as droplets of soup slipped past the brim of bowl and landed on your fingers, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “I have your animal crackers in my pocket, and-” When you set the bowl down on the countertop, you let out a soft groan at the sight of Harry dead asleep. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Now you had a fresh bowl of soup waiting for him, and by the time he woke up it wouldn’t be as good. At least he was sleeping! That would mean you wouldn’t be bossed around for about four hours or so. Before you managed to leave the room, you heard shuffling from the bed and a soft calling of your name.
“Y/N, love.. Need to snuggle.” Harry murmured, rubbing at his eyes before reaching out and making grabby hands at you. “Please? Snuggles always help.” He yawned, smiling when you padded over to the bed and crawled in with him. Even though Harry was a brat when he was sick, the one part you really enjoyed was the fact that he became 10x cuddlier than usual. So maybe Harry being sick wasn’t all that bad.
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