(Ivy’s P.O.V)

I ignored Harry’s question the whole drive, he is not my dad and nor is he my older brother, so I don’t need him to pester me around. “For fuck sake Ivy…would you just stop ignoring me already,” he breathed out in frustration. The car has come to a stop and I know that we’ve reached home….well his house.

“What do you want from me Harry?” I asked sternly. “Where are you going with Tom?” his voice becomes harder as the name ‘Tom’ came out of his mouth. “You know that you are not my father….brother or even a friend right? I don’t have to tell you anything if I don’t want to,” I said back just as harsh.

“It’s a simple question Ivy….just a simple question,” he yelled, “why do you want to know soo much anyway? Why do you care if I am going somewhere with Tom? You are in no place to question about my personal life,” I screamed back.

“What did he ask you?” he questioned again. I grumbled in frustration, “you know what…since you want to know soo much….I will tell you…Tom ask me to go to the winter school ball with him alright and I said yes,” I said in a bored tone and hop out of the car.

I feel like I have no energy left in me, the conversation we just had literally drained me out. “You are not going with him,” he said gritting his teeth, “Harry you have no control over my life…just because I live under the same roof as you doesn’t me you have control over what I do,” I sighed.

“You are not going with him….it simple as that,” he stated as if that was the solution to this whole situation. I am not going to do what he said….but at this moment in time….I’m too tired of arguing and I could feel a headache building up.

I went upstairs and crashed the bed. I was way too tired to do anything and there is no way in hell I will be sharing bed with Harry again. The guest room is my room and this is where I will be sleeping. I was knocked out cold once my head reaches the bed. I didn’t know that I was that tired.

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“Ivy? Are you o.k.? I think you need to wake up to eat dinner…you haven’t eaten anything this evening,” I could hear Zayn said as I opened my eye lids. “What time is it?” I asked and I was surprised that my voice was barely audible. “It’s eleven already but my mum thinks that you need to have some food in your system and plus you don’t look too well,” he stated.

I tried to sit up but my head was throbbing, making it feel like I have a brick on top of my head. “Zayn…” I started coughing uncontrollably and Zayn handed a cup of water to help me breath properly again. “Ivy you’ve caught the flu…you need to eat something and take some medication,” Zayn stated sternly.

“Zayn I’m fine…I just need a little bit more rest,” I tried to assure him but my voice contemplate my words because it sounded so hoarsely.

“Clearly you’re not fine….you do need to rest but after you eat,” he informed me and I sighed giving up arguing. “I will be back with the food and medicine,” he said softly and walked off. I could feel that the room temperature has dropped and I am at the point of shivering now. Is it snowing outside or something?

“Zayn…is it snowing outside because I am freezing,” I told him as I could hear the door creak open but he didn’t reply. He just approached me and put his hand on my forehead. “Shit…Ivy you are burning hot…we have to take these blankets off you or else you are going to overheat your body,” Harry said in a frantic voice.

“No don’t pull the cover of me….it’s cold Harry,” I whined and my tears are close to the point of spilling. But as always he didn’t listen and then that’s it, my tears started to spill. I don’t know why I am crying….this sickness is taking control of my emotions.

“I am sorry Ivy….I don’t want you to overheat yourself and I know you are cold but technically you are not cold because you temperature is really high,” he tried to explained to me but that didn’t help me at all. I just cried louder and harder. Yep! This flu has taken a toll on my emotions.

“Don’t cry Ivy….I am only doing this for you…come one we don’t want you to get worse,” he cooed while his hand engulfed mine and pulling me to sit up. “My head hurt Harry,” I told him while still sniffing. I know I sounded so childish but it was true and I am freezing.

“I know love…I will give you a warm bath to cool down your temperature and then feed you with a hot chicken soup to make you feel better…how does that sound?” he asked softly. As sick as I am…I can still clearly make out that he just called me ‘love.’

“I don’t want to have a bath…I am cold,” I whined once more and he chuckled at my reaction. But I don’t see anything funny about this situation, “It’s not funny…my head hurt, I am cold and you’ve taken away my blankets,” I tried to say sternly but it didn’t come out that way.

“Harry? What are you doing here? I thought you were asleep,” Zayn asked and I am assuming that he has just entered the room. “I wanted to see if Ivy was o.k.” Harry answered sternly.

This man changes his mood faster than a pregnant lady I swear. “Right! Ivy…here are your food and medicine,” Zayn said as he placed a tray on my lap. Even though I am not hungry, Zayn forced me to eat anyway, “Zayn…did you put something in these spaghetti?” I asked speciously.

“What! Why do you think that?” he asked all worried, “why does it taste so bitter?” I questioned back, “I don’t know…when we had it before it tasted fine,” he argued back. “Zayn I thought you were smart….but I guess I was wrong big time,” Harry stated. I just turned to him with a confused expression and I am sure Zayn is doing the same thing.

“She has a really high temperature Zayn…when people are sick sometimes there taste in food turns bland and spaghetti is not the right food to treat a sick person,” he explained. I didn’t know Harry was smart. “Also….you can go to bed now…I will take care of her don’t worry,” he told Zayn which sounded more like a command.

“Good night Ivy,” Zayn whispered while giving me a hug and walked off. “O.k. time for bath now Ivy, I will go and get the water ready for you” Harry exclaimed. “Harry is bath really necessary? My head is still hurting like hell,” I told him. “I promise you that this bath will make you feel better love,” he promised and I sighed in defeat.

“The water is ready Ivy….come on let’s get you out of the bed,” he instructed. My head still hurt so much, this bath thing better make me feel better or else I will have to kick this kid’s butt. “You can take you clothes off and try to relax yourself alright…I will go and make a hot soup for you….it will taste good this time,” he assured me.

I don’t know how long I’ve been relaxing myself in the bath tub for but I guess it was long enough since Harry has already finish cooking the soup. “Ivy…the soup is ready,” I called out on the other side of the door. I feel a little bit better, I wasn’t as cold as before but I am still cold though.

I wrapped the towel over my body and tried to grab my clean clothes but there was nothing there. Then it hit me, I forgot to bring spare clothes with me. “Harry?” I tried to called out, but since I have a sore throat my voice wasn’t very loud, “Harry?” I tried again a little louder this time.

“Oh my god are you o.k.? I am so sorry….I just went downstairs to grab you some water,” Harry barged in through the door without knocking and I was surprised on how worried he sounded.

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