I've taken longer than usual to update, so this chapter is a bit longer than the previous ones.

Back to Bliss & Harry, she's been poorly. Let's see if she gets better.

I have absolutely no idea how artists handle their health issues whilst touring. For the purposes of this story only, Harry Styles Live On Tour has a list of doctors to contact

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Forty

S...

........ath

S..ath...

Sath? Really?

Was that all that I could come up with?

I was trying to say Sorry and bath. Meaning that I was, of course, sorry and that I was in desperate need of a bathroom.

But things weren't exactly working for me at the moment. They rather seemed to be stacked against me. There was also the fact that I had my hands firmly clasped against my mouth, just in case another wave of nausea decided to burst forth.

I was utterly and completely mortified. I was beyond mortified, I was dying of shame.

I had emptied the entire contents of my stomach over Harry's designer shoes. I found no comfort in the fact that since I had eaten very little today the damage wasn't as bad as it would have been at any other given time. There were no mitigating factors, there was even an audience.

I had humiliated myself above redemption, in front of an entire room full of people. The door to the scene of the crime, Harry's dressing room, was ajar, so the people in the hallway might also have gotten wind of my predicament.

"Sath? Is that a medicine's name, Bliss?" Lou asked, not unkindly.

"You 've finally gone and done it, Harold," Louis said in a mocking tone, "You've made the poor girl puke at the mere sight of you. I knew it was only a matter of time."

Niall just stood there staring, from me to the floor, to Harry, to Lou, to Louis, his mouth slightly agape.

"Jeesus, you're useless the lot of you," Harry said, reaching out to me.

I tried to back away, but my treacherous legs refused to cooperate. I was a smelly mess, not worthy of standing next to Harry, who had a heavenly scent around him. Yes, he had been granting interviews, hugging fans, mucking about with his friends and pirouetting in stage, but he was still extremely yummy.

Harry placed an arm around my shoulders, and gently nudge me in the direction of the bathroom, softly murmuring "it's all right, I've got you."

He sat me in the loo. I buried my entire face in my hands, I just could not face him. I could not even muster enough courage to look at his boots, knowing that they used to be so beautiful before I spoiled them.

Harry was busy at the sink, opening and closing the taps. Trying to clean his boots, no doubt.

I was wrong, he had been occupied at the sink for me. "Here," he said, still gently "I just dampened this face cloth for you, try cleaning your face with it."

I took the proffered washcloth, of course, and attempted to wipe my mouth in a dainty and ladylike fashion, under Harry's concerned supervision.

"Here's what we'll do, Bliss." Harry said in a very patient voice, "I'll give you a tiny sip of water, and a bit of Emetrol, and then we'll wait and see if your tummy can handle that."

"What if it's too much and I barf over your lovely shoes again?"

"My shoes are the least of my concerns, I'm worried about you, baby."

"Sorry"

"Hey, no need for apologies. Now drink."

I did as I was told.

"Let's give it a few minutes," Harry stated, and sat on the floor near me, gently caressing my thigh, whilst he typed away on his phone.

I felt neglected. I was sick, and Harry was texting? Where had his manners gone.

"I'm afraid I might be sick again," I whined.

"The doctor will just have to come here, instead of going to the hotel" Harry replied.

"Doctor?!" I answered.

"Yes Bliss, I'm calling a doctor to check on you. I should've called her as soon as you woke up this morning, I'll never forgive myself for not doing so." He said sounding remorseful.

"I don't need a doctor every time I feel poorly," I said.

"Maybe you don't need the doctor, Bliss, but I do. I need to know everything's fine with you."

I felt like saying "Everything would be fine with me if you hadn't kissed Camille two days ago in Los Angeles. Maybe it was her you were texting a few seconds ago." But I was prevented from doing so by a combination of how genuinely worried about me Harry seemed to be, and how weak I felt at the moment.

"I don't think you'll find a doctor in a minute's notice, in the middle of the night" I reasoned.

"We have doctors on call for every city we hit on tour." He countered. "I texted her right after you took your medicine."

"You win," I conceded, "but if a doctor is going to examine me, at least let's do in the hotel where I'll have my privacy."

"You got it, love." Harry said, "The doctor will probably want to listen to your chest and touch your tummy, and I don't want you those perverts of Niall and Louis around you when you have your shirt off and your pants down."

"Oii, oii" Louis said, "we heard that mate."

"Yeah, Harold," Niall corroborated, "we can hear you through the bathroom door."

"Are you all right to travel, Bliss?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes at Louis & Niall's words and choosing to ignore them.

"I can make it to the hotel, without dying," I said, "or puking all over your Range Rover."

"That remains to be seen" Harry answered, "but it's best if we go now."

I took a deep breath and braced myself for what was to come, as soon as I left the safety of the bathroom. Surely I would be teased mercilessly by Nial and Louis, and maybe by now the band had made its way into the dressing room and they also would have a good laugh at my expense. Facing Lou would be the worst, she would not laugh, instead, she would look at me with disappointment and there was no coming back from that. I had let everybody down.

"It's all right to go out there, Bliss," Harry said, noticing the terrified expression on my face, no doubt. "It's not like Louis, Niall and Lou haven't seen or done worse. We had long tours before."

"Speak for yourself, Styles" came Loui's voice through the door. "I'll have you know, Bliss. I was always very well behaved whilst on tour."

"Liar!!" countered Niall, "Your bed was always a pigsty, Louis, everybody knows it."

"You were all a handful," Lou chimed in, "If it had been up to you guys, you would have worn the same pants every single day, without ever bothering to change them"

"Your bickering is not helping," Harry told them, closing his eyes and pinching his nose with his thumb and foreigner. "wait one second, Bliss, please. I'll be back."

Having said these last words, Harry stepped out of the bathroom into the dressing room. I just sat there, on the loo, waiting for him. How pathetic was I? I should have told him I'm a grown woman, capable of taking care of myself, and made it back to the hotel on my own. Also, I should have known about the doctors on call in the tour cities, it must certainly have been on the tour brief package Harry had given me. The same tour brief I hadn't bothered to read fully because at the time I had just assumed that nothing was going to go happen to me whilst touring with Harry.

Harry didn't come back to the bathroom quickly, as he has promised. He took his time, instead.

I tried listening through the door. I hear some sushing, muffled voices, drawers opening, doors closing and the silence.

"It's safe to come out now, Bliss." Harry called, "they're gone."

I opened the door a little, taking a small peek into the dressing room. Sure enough, aside from Harry, it was empty.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, taking tiny, tentative steps out of the bathroom.

"What are you apologizing for, Bliss?" Harry asked, "It's not as though you chose to be poorly on purpose."

"I'm sorry I ruined your shoes" I went on, "and I'm sorry you felt you had to send your mates away."

"Don't worry about it, Bliss my shoes aren't ruined. I just ran a baby wipe over them and they're as good as new, see? said Harry holding up one foot.

"Yeah, but you should be spending time with Luis and Niall instead of babysitting me. Especially after I've made such a mess of the situation"

"I rather spend time with you, baby." Harry said soothingly, "besides, this is not so bad. A few years back I threw up on stage, in an entirely filled fifteen thousand people arena."

I couldn't help smiling at Harry's comment. "I remember, it was during your second tour. But you didn't puke in public, you did go backstage."

"Doesn't matter, Bliss," Harry replied, "Somebody managed to tape it using a phone, and the video is still available on YouTube up to this day."

"I know, I must've seen it a couple of times." I admitted guiltily.

"Seems like everybody has seen at least once, so don't feel bad" Harry corroborated, "at least nobody will put up a sign saying Bliss Clarke threw up here any time soon."

"I don't think they will, no" I agreed.

I have to hand it to Harry, he was a genius when it came to putting people at ease. His seemingly effortless banter had washed away all my mortification, and emotionally I was feeling rather well until I heard Harry's phone beep, he immediately read the text he had just received. And I went back to feeling jealous again. Was it Camille this time?

"Hope you are feeling better, Bliss," Harry said studying my face. I knew it! It was Camille texting, he was just making sure I was well enough to make it to the hotel on my own, and then he would go and meet her.

"I am better, thank you very much. I'll manage" I answered in what I hoped was dignified manner. I mean, what was the use? He was gorgeous, talented, famous, funny, rich and she was a model with a picture-perfect face and a body to die for. I stood no chance.

"Good to hear," he carried on, "that was security texting, the doctor's already at the hotel waiting for us."

"Are you coming with me to the hotel? To see the doctor?" I asked.

"Yes, I am, " he said, sounding determined "you are sick in a strange city, far from home. What kind of a person would I be if I left you all alone?"

"Fine" I shot back. I had seen Determined Harry before, when he made an appearance nothing stood on his way.

"Let's go," Harry said, reaching out for my hand. I let him drag me out of the dressing room into the backstage hallway, onto the back exit, and into the car. He never let go of my hand the whole time until we arrived at the hotel.

"There might be some paps around," Harry explained. "Bliss, you go on ahead with one of the security lads, I'll wait five minutes and join you. If there are some photographers around I'll distract them."

"Don't worry," I responded, "I'll make sure you're not photographed anywhere near me. You'll public image will remain intact."

Harry's eyebrow shot up in surprise, he opened his mouth and closed it biting his upper lip with his lower one. Then he spoke "Bliss is not my image I'm worried about, it's you."

"Really, Harry?" I countered "Are you going with 'it's not you, it's me' I expected a little more originality"

"It's neither you, nor me, Bliss," he said in a patient voice "it's them. Paps are a pain in the arse, difficult to deal with in the best situations, let alone when you're sick."

"Oh, all right," I said, unfastening my seatbelt. He did sound sincere, and truth be told I didn't want my sickly face making the rounds on the tabloids or social media.

"Good girl," Harry said, placing a kiss on my forehead, "run along now, get yourself checked and I'll join as soon as I can."

Dr. Ubben was a lovely lady. A professional doctor and comforting mum rolled into one. She was in the middle of examining me when Harry walked in, somehow she was able to tell that his presence made me feel tense and ordered him out the room, it seemed she was immune to his charm. She poked around my belly, listened to my heartbeat, took my temperature and pressure, looked into my throat with that light thingy and finally said in very nurturing voice. "Bliss, you have a severe case of the flu which has inflamed your tonsils, you're on the brink of getting a very serious infection, besides you seem to be really stressed out and that won't help your recovery at all. What's going on with your life, sweetie?"

"Well, I'm feeling overwhelmed at the moment," I answered, and gave her a brief synopsis about being jilted at the altar by The Duck, the job with Harry, traveling around the world for the first time in my life, I only left out the Harry, Camile and me part.

Dr. Ubben listened without interrupting even once and finally said. "Okay, I see that life seems too much at the moment, Bliss. Here's what we'll do I'll prescribe bed rest for two days. I've checked the tour's schedule and the next concert is three days away in Nashville, so you'll have enough time to recover."

I nodded gratefully. She turned and called Harry into the room.

"Mr. Styles," she said in a very serious tone, "Bliss here needs time to recover, the tour's hectic pace is not agreeing with her at the moment."

"I want Bliss back to her regular self, doctor" Harry answered, "I'll make sure she follows your prescription to the letter."

"I'm giving her a course of antibiotics, her tonsils are showing signs of an infection and she also has a severe ear inflammation." Dr. Ubben stated.

"I'll have somebody get the medicine right away."

"No need, Mr. Styles," Dr. Ubben continued, "I have everything here. The most important thing is rest. Bliss needs to stay in bed for the next forty-eight hours, I'm sure you can pay for her room here. Otherwise, I'll have to prescribe a hospital stay."

"No hospital. I'm not that sick" I blurted out.

"Yes, of course, Doctor," Harry said, "I'll pay for anything she needs. I'll make sure she takes the medicine and drinks plenty of fluids, I'll wait on her hand and foot. She won't have to leave the bed at all."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Styles but that won't be possible," Dr. Ubben said in a firm tone, "I'm hired to take care of everybody in the tour. I know it's Bliss who's sick but your health is my responsibility also, we can't have the star of the show falling ill, can we?"

"I'll wear a surgical mask, clean my hands with alcohol, take every precaution." Harry bargained.

"I'm afraid that won't be enough, you'll have to stay away from Miss Clarke for the next forty-eight hours," Dr. Ubeen said. "You're just recovering from a cold yourself."

Harry lifted his hands in defeat, "Fine doctor, I'll follow your instruction. But I don't know how many days I can go without seeing Bliss, Promise it won't be more than two days?"

"I think two days will be enough, Mr. Styles" Dr. Ubeen answered, "she's not fit to travel right now. Going on an airplane at the moment would be very bad for her ears, and I wouldn't recommend the twenty-six-hour drive from Las Vegas to Nashville in her current situation either."

"Thank you very much for taking care of my girl, Dr. Ubben," Harry said, giving the doctor a cuddle.

"You're welcome, Mr. Styles. Now leave me with my patient so I can give her the medicine. "

"It's clear you've got the doctor on your side, Bliss. She's calling you by name, but I remain Mr. Styles to her, no matter how many times I've asked her to call me Harry," He said, blowing me a kiss and walking out of the room

Dr. Ubben turned to me and said, "Okay, Bliss. I'm not blind, I see the way Mr. Styles looks at you and also the way you look at him. There's something going on between the you two, you haven't told me about."

I bit my lips, not knowing how to respond. I didn't think it was that obvious how crazy I was about Harry.

"Relax, Bliss I don't need the details. Whatever the situation between you and Mr. Styles, it seems it's adding to your stress levels, that's why I've given you this two day period. Try to get your feelings sorted by then."

"I'll try and do that," I said feebly, "but it won't be easy"

"I've only just met Mr. Styles, Bliss." Dr. Ubben said, "I treated him for his cold when he first arrived here in Las Vegas and prescribed his voice rest. For what it's worth he seems to be a very nice person. I'm sure he'd be willing to listen to anything you have to say, don't hold things back from him."

Dr. Ubben went on to open her medical bag and she took out some tablets, she explained how many I had to take, and set up a schedule for me.

As soon as Dr. Ubben left I fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning, Harry was nowhere around. I felt lonely and miserable, I wanted to have a good cry. I wanted my mum, I needed my girls. Maybe I should pack all my things and book a flight back home.

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Don't worry, Bliss won't stay sick forever. She'll get better, she'll go to Nashville and she and Harry will talk soon.

When I first posted this little story I never thought it would go above 20 reads. And all of those would be pity read from friends. But to my utter amazement it's got over 26k reads!! I'm extremely humbled and thankful for your support.

Thank you very much!!

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