You sat back after a rough bout of morning sickness and caught your breath. You were thrilled that you and Harry were expecting your first child but the morning sickness was not doing anything for you. You flushed the toilet and stood up slowly. You walked back into your bedroom where Harry was still sound asleep. He'd been up with you the last several mornings you'd thrown up. This morning you didn't want to bother him nor did you have the time to react when you woke up feeling sick. You crawled back into bed and cuddled in close to Harry. He started to wake up feeling you move and pulled you in close and started to open his eyes. As soon as he did he regretted it. Pain shoot from behind his eyes and up through his head. He groaned shutting his eyes again.
"You ok honey?" you asked feeling concerned. Harry quickly realized that the only reason you would have gotten up before him was that you must've been sick and he hadn't been there.
"You got sick again didn't you baby?" he asked softly.
"I did, but I'm feeling better now. What's wrong Hazza?" you tried again knowing something was wrong.
"Just this headache," he explained. You put your hand to his head feeling for a fever but he didn't feel warm.
"You don't feel warm babe," you told him running your hand through his curls.
"I'll be fine it's just a headache. I'll take something for it and be ok," he told you.
"Do you want me to get you something Haz?" you asked him. He shook his head.
"No you should rest. I'll get some and be right back. We can watch a movie or something and be lazy. How does that sound?" he asked. You smiled.
"That sounds amazing," you replied. He smiled before getting up and leaving the room. Harry stumbled to the kitchen where he pulled out something for his head. He may have down played the amount of pain he was in. his head throbbed making him dizzy. The light wasn't doing much for him either. He popped the pills in his mouth and took a drink of water. He hoped that would be enough to ease the pain. He went back to your bedroom and laid down in bed pulling you close.
"What do you want to watch baby?" he asked softly.
"Anything really. We can find something on Netflix," you suggested. Harry nodded and flipped through Netflix before you both settled on something. You both laid there quietly but soon you noticed Harry's breathing get heavy. "Hazzy you ok?" you asked him.
"Hmm?" he hummed.
"You alright?" you asked again.
"Oh, yeah why?"
"You're just breathing really heavy. Is it your head still?" Harry hesitated. It was true his head was pounding worse than before. It hurt so bad he was starting to feel sick to his stomach. But he didn't want to alarm you.
"I'm ok," he lied. You weren't convinced.
"Harry."
"I'm fine," he told you again.
"You're lying," you called him out. He paused again thinking about what he was going to say. "Haz, it's ok. You can tell me." He sighed and relaxed a little.
"I think it's a migraine," he admitted. Harry was prone to migraines. It wasn't uncommon for him to get them and when he did they were pretty bad. They'd leave him throwing up all day in pain.
