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Preview: Harry and you are at the airport, waiting for his tourbus to arrive as it is late but Harry is sick

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Harry and I had finished going through security and were now currently waiting on some chairs near the entrance of the airport. The sad thing was that Harry was sick and he had to start touring today however his first concert was tomorrow. Bless him, he had such painful headaches and he had thrown up on multiple occasions. Oh, and it didn't help it was nine o'clock at night.

"My head hurts" Harry whined, resting his head on my shoulder. "I know baby, the tourbus will be here soon, why don't you try get some rest?" I suggested, kissing his forehead. "I can't, all I can hear is the fans screaming" "Why don't you lay down baby, nobody's coming over, it's not very busy" I whispered. He nodded and layed down across 3 seats, his head resting on my lap, facing my stomach so nobody would see his face.

Harry took my hands and placed one on his head, signifying for me to play with his hair, and another on his back. I caressed his back and played with the curls in his hair as he started to drift off to sleep finally, his arms wrapped around my waist to secure himself and me.

As soon as he had entered a deeper slumber two girls came over screaming "Oh my god is that Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N!" They squealed, taking out their phones. "Guys I'm really sorry but you could please put your phones away and lower your voices, Harry needs to rest and he'll wake up if you keep screaming" I requested politely, covering Harry's ears. "Sorry sorry sorry, can we get a photo with you though, we will cut Harry out of it" the other girl whispered, looking down shyly. I sighed and bit my lip "Of course, go behind the chairs maybe and you can get me in it". They clapped and went behind me, heads either side and took a photo with the flash on, causing Harry to move around slightly. "Thank you girls" I murmured, sending them a small smile as they waved and ran off.

"So loud" Harry mumbled into my stomach, yawning and shutting his eyes again. "I know sweetheart, just a few more minutes" I reassured him, playing with his curls again.

Out of nowhere a great mob of paparazzi appeared, probably because somebody posted where were on social media, and began swarming Harry and I. "Oh for fucks sake" I groaned, putting my head down and covering my face with a hand. "The lights, it's so bright" Harry whispered, hiding his face in my hoodie. "Just don't look at them okay, the tourbus should be here soon" I told him, facing downwards and putting my hood up.

"Y/N, Harry over here!" "Look this way" "Over here!" "Harry get up!" "Y/N over here" "You two stand up and look!" "Get up!", it just went on and on and on. "We need security" Harry informed me, trying to cover my face with his free hands. "I know, I'm going to find a member of staff" I answered, kissing his forehead then getting up. The yelling only increased when I took our luggage and Harry followed me through the crowd to the assistance area.

"Excuse me, is there somewhere we could be where we won't get swarmed by paparazzi, our transport hasn't arrived and my partner is sick" I asked as Harry put his sunglasses on. "Of course, would you like to go to one of the lounges?" The man asked. I looked at Harry and he nodded "Thank you so much" I said, smiling and following the man.

"Y/N I feel dizzy" Harry said, stumbling around. I stopped and turned around, just in time to catch his body from collapsing onto the floor. "Hey, its okay, it's alright baby" I told Harry as he held onto my shoulders, trying to steady himself. My phone pinged and apparently the tourbus had arrived "The tourbus is here, come on, we'll take it slow". Harry nodded and took a suitcase to steady himself on while I took the other and hung the bags on the suitcases. He put an arm round my shoulder as he walked slowly "I can't, I feel like I'm gonna faint" Harry whispered, stopping at shutting his eyes. "Okay, it's okay, hold on, sit down" I said, avoiding the paparazzi who were being forced outside.

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