Chapter 14- Ideas

I wake up and rub my eyes as I walk around the corner and as always... into a shirtless somebody. Why can't he wear a freaking shirt?!

I look up at him and raise an eyebrow. "You're not trying to seduce me today... Got it?" I confirm but he walks away laughing.

I play with Jojo on the couch. He's getting big unfortunately... and heavy.

Harry actually wears a hoodie when he walks down stairs. About dang time!

He does something in the kitchen for a few minutes before coming out and leaning over the back of the couch with on arm around my shoulders while he hands me my cup of coffee.

I take it and rest it on my knee as I trace my thumb over the handle. "Thanks." I mumble and he untangles his arm from me and walks around the couch to sit with his legs folded indian style.

"Something wrong?" he asks and I shake my head no. "No. Why?"

"You seem distant." he admits and I look at him and slightly laugh under my breath before setting the cup on the coffee table and attaching myself to his side since thats what I suspected he wanted.

He puts his arm around me and slightly laughs.

"No." I say. "You sure?" he asks and I nod and clinge to the little warmth he had.

Its an awkward moment before he lets go of me. "Um..." he stammers and moves away from me.

"I should probably go hunt..." he informs as he walks towards the back door. "Okay." I say.

I stay on the couch and pull my knees to my chest. Today I'm just weird... I don't know what my mood is today. Am I depressed? Am I sweetly happy? I don't know...

Harry comes back about a half hour later and I remain on the couch.

He stays in the kitchen for a minute and sits next to me again. I wait for him to say something since I had nothing to say but it results in a silence.

"Are you sure you're alright?" he asks curiously and I look at him and smile. "Yes Harry." I say and looks at me. "Being quiet isn't up your alley, Alice." he says and I slightly laugh and lay on his side again but he manuvers himself longways so I stay connected to his side.

"I don't know Harry." I admit and he rubs my shoulder to create some kind of friction to keep me warm.

"Well if somethings wrong, tell me." he says in his velvet tone that comforted me with my ear to his chest.

"You really do notice everything with me." I mention and he falls silent. "I do." he admits after a moment.

"Why?" I ask and look up at him.

He swallows and shrugs after another moment. "Just something I've always done." he says.

I think I put him on the spot but okay...

He rubs my cheek with a slight smile but them squints as he moves the back of his hand to my forehead.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asks.

I nod and let him feel my cheeks. "You're warmer than normal." he comments.

"I'm fine." I say and he looks at me. "Alice, you're burning up." he says.

"I'm always burning up Harry." I say and he departs from me and walks down the hall. "Ill be back." he says and comes back with a thermometer.

I sit up and get ready to refuse but he sits down and shoves the thermometer in my mouth.

"Shush." he orders. I sigh and look at him after we both watch it go passed 108.

I yank it out and look at him before it got any higher. "Harry. Its nothing." I say and he looks at me.

"Shut up and let me take care of you for once." he laughs softly as he takes the thermometer out of my hand and puts an arm around me. I found a little humor in it but he holds the thermometer in my mouth and I was trying to make myself comfortable under his arm.

"120.6?" he looks at me and I glance at the thermometer.

"But I'm fine." I say and her slightly smiles and flicks his hair out of his eyes. "Ill go make you something." he says and gets up.

I roll my eyes and laugh to myself. Does he like having to care for me?

Never thought he could be that type but its actually really sweet.

He comes back with a bowl of soup and I laugh and shake my head as he sits down next to me. "Do you like caring for me?" I ask and he smirks with a slight shrug. His dimples shown as he pulled my back sort of in his stomach but sort if sideways. "You're crazy." I say and he laughs. "I know." he admits and holds the spoon to my mouth.

I didn't realize what I was doing throughout the time he held me like this until I felt his arm shift but I was rubbing his wrist.

One day he's the world's most seducing flirt and then the next he's hand feeding you and talking soft to you. I don't get it.

He kisses my cheek after he puts the bowl down and hugs me from the side. "If I'm sick then why would you kiss me?" I ask and he looks at me.

"Cause I have no immune system last time I checked." he says.

I forgot about that...

I sigh and rest my head in his chest. Ill let him be sweet if he wants to be. I know I wont win if I say I'm not sick so better give in.

Later on in the day I actually do start to get a pounding head ache and start to feel clammy but I keep it from Harry, even though he's made it clear I'm getting sick.

He sits on the couch again and I look at him. "Still not gonna admit it are you?" he grins and I shake my head.

I start to feel like my lungs were being squeezed out and my throat was sandpaper. He knew very well, that I'm sick.

"Why do you keep asking that if you claim you already know?" I ask. "Because I remember when Louis got sick with the flu and his whole scent changed. Yours if different too." he admits and I look at the coffee table. "It is?" I ask and he nods.

"For once it isn't intoxicating. I can deal with you better now." he admits and I glance at him. Uh... okay.

Before I get a chance to say anything I jerk forward in a sneeze and try not to strain my throat anymore. "Ow..." I groan to myself and he slightly laughs. "Aw." he says and kisses my cheek as he gets up.

Did he just aw my sneeze?

He comes back with a few pills in his hand and sits down. "Isn't that too much?" I ask.

"Your body temperature will burn it off too quickly for it to benefit you." he says and I sigh unhappily as he hands me the pills. I send him a look and he laughs. "What?" he asks.

"Doctor Styles...." I mutter as I pull the cup of coffee to my lips before trying to swallow all 4 pills at once.

"Well the way you pop pills so easily, I might have to be your therapist too." he laughs.

I look at him hoping he wouldn't do it again.

"My mother told me I should go and get some therapy," he sings to Alive and I laugh but hold my head. "Ouch Harry! Don't make me laugh right now!" I say.

He looks at me with a faint smile before pulling the blanket off the chair next to the couch and wraping me in it. "Don't argue..." he warns as I go to refuse.

"But I'm hot enough." I say feeling my forehead. "Yeah, but viruses grow in cold temperatures and burn in hot." he says and I glare at him. "Stop being so smart!" I protest and hurt my throat again.

I didn't know he could be intelligent... He confuses me so much at times.

I sigh and pull his hand up to my head to cool me off.

He laughs and rolls with it but I end up laying on the couch and drift.

(Harry)

I get up when she's asleep to answer the door. It was Zayn.... crap.

"Why does it smell funny?" he asks and I point to Alice. "She's sick." I whisper and he walks up to the couch and feels her forehead. His face turns worried.

"What's her temperature?" he asks.

"It was 120 this morning." I say.

"She shouldn't be this hot, Harry. You better keep an eye on her."

I nod. "I have been." I admit.

He looks down at her and then smiles to himself. "She's dreaming about you." he says and I slightly smile.

I wish I could know what she thinks ands dreams about. I miss having the ability to tap in her mind and play tricks on her.

We sit in the kitchen and talk not to disturb her in the livingroom.

She wake up and walks in the kitchen. Her eyes looked weak and pale. She makes a beeline for the freezer and sticks her head in it. Me and Zayn watch and slightly laugh.

"Feeling better?" I ask and she sighs. "No..."

The medicine must have worn off already.

"Why don't you go take a cold shower?" I suggest and she shuts the door and walks away to the stairs."Fine." she says.

(Alice)

What ever I did it seemed like it didn't work. Steam actually came off my body when I turned the water on and I step back and look. What kind of illness is this?

Harry and Zayn are still talking in the kitchen when I come down.

They both look at me. "Well?"

I shake my head and walk outside.

Zayn says goodbye when he leaves and pats my head. "Get better soon!" he says and I send him a smile even though I wanted to die in a hole.

I walk inside and walk up to Harry.

"Harry are you sure this is just a wolf thing?" I ask worried and he grabs my arm as I rest my hands on his shoulders. "Why? Is everything alright?" he asks and then he looks down at my arms.

He lets go of my arm and watches the faint steam radiate off my arm.

"Nothings working..." I say and he takes off his sweat shirt and unbuttons his shirt. "Here." he says and I push my arms underneath his shirt and try to absorb his coldness.

I notice after a while red marks on his chest and look up at him. "Am I burning you?" I ask. 

"It doesn't matter." he says and I depart from him. His stomach was red from me too.

I sigh and decide to strip down to my tanktop and walk outside and lay down on the porch as my dog form.

He raises an eyebrow as he walks outside with his hoodie back on and bends down. "You think this is gonna work?" he slightly laughs and pets my head.

I look at him and sigh, I can't communicate with him in any other way.

He sits next to me and Jojo walks out and makes himself comfortable in Harry's lap.

His head hangs over his leg and I sniff him to greet him.

Harry smiles and looks at me and so I move a few inches over and lay my head on his leg. His eyes turn a bright bluish purple that sparkled. As he looked ahead of him and at the woods I look up at him and watch the different waves of his irises. I don't think I was cooling off but I felt better as a wolf with a greater immune system.

"She's watching us from the woods." Harry says and I pick my head up and look at the woods.

Please tell me she's not planning on fighting now?

Harry was relaxed though. His posture stayed the same. "She wont come any time soon though." he assures and I lay my head back down on his leg.

Harry's still considered a new born, which can take out anything. But I honestly think Harry wont get any weaker. If he can power over me even as a human then he can fight perfectly fine as an immortal.

But Sophie, she's incredibly strong. She made us look like brittle sticks. And again, Harry couldn't fight her as a wolf. Maybe she could still kill him.

Why isn't she attacking him now? Is she after me?

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Done! yay... sorry about the grammar again! Tomorrows Christ mas so don't know if ill post or not :/