Talk to Me
“So you’re not gonna talk to me? Fine by me then.”
Harry huffed, stubbornly crossing his arms across his chest, but still sitting down on the opposite far end of the couch you’re sitting on.
The silent treatment being given to Harry by you, came from when he forgot to pick you up from somewhere since you didn’t bring money since you told him to, completely slipping from his mind that made you walk home in the pouring rain.
Besides that you were intentionally giving him the silent treatment, you didn’t feel like talking since you felt your throat come sore, the heatness radiating making your body easily come cold.
“Please talk to me,” he pouted, sprawling his figure all over you, burying his face on the crook of your chest.
“What can I do to get you to talk?” Harry frowned, talking against your arm, making him look totally defeated.
“Get me medicine.”
“Why — what?”
He furrowed his eyebrows, his hand hurriedly pressing against your neck.
“Thanks for noticing.”
He cussed under his breath, rushing downstairs to get you fever medicine he’s familiar with, coming back up seconds later.
He poured you the right dosage, giving you the glass of water that’s already set in the coffee table in front of you.
“You talked though.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, pulling your knees closer to you chest, making his heart ache, hugging you afterwards.
He hummed, smirking from what he’s about to say that he knows would tease you but would still give him enough clearance to be forgiven by you.
“Not gonna push it, love. I’ll just nudge it roughly.