#imagine
It’s a cold rainy day, and Harry has been
sick since a few days so you go to him and try to make him feel better. You’re
going to make your own soup, it always helped getting better by everyone, so
why don’t try it at Harry?
You open the door, and walk in, going
upstairs to say hi. You see Anne sitting at his bed, just watching his
temperature.
‘Hey sweetie, come over here!’ she says.
She hugs you. ‘I was just about to go, so take care!’ she winked and left the
room.
‘Hey sicky, how you doing?’ you smile at
him as you sit down at his bed. ‘I’m a bit better now, I see your wonderful
face.’ He chuckles. ‘just got a temperature, nothing special. ‘
You kiss his cheek and ask if you’re
allowed to make your soup downstairs. ‘Yeah, why not, I’ll go with you, I’m
getting sick of lying on my bed!’ he says. He stands up and you take his hand
sweetly.
‘What kind of soup you make?’ he asks as
you’re preparing it all. ‘Chicken of course!’ you laugh. He takes your waist
from behind, watching everything you do. You finish your soup and let him taste it
already, before serving it. ‘It’s delicious. ‘ he says, smiling. He kisses your
lips sweetly. You taste a bit of your soup and smile.
You both eat some soup, and he says he
feels a lot better that night. You are cuddled up on the couch, just watching
TV.
He kisses you passionately before saying ;
‘I’d like to be sick if I’d get this treatment every time..’
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