Harry is sleeping in the car while his mum is driving when he feels nauseated again, which wakes him up immediately and causes his mum to get concerned.

Anne: Sweetie, what's the matter?

Harry: I am feeling nauseated again.

Anne: Really pumpkin?

Harry: Yes.

Anne: We should be on our way home, right now.

Harry: Okay.

Anne: Deep breaths baby, deep breaths.

Harry: Okay.

Harry continues to take deep breaths just like his mum told him to when all of a sudden, he gets that familiar feeling in his stomach again like he needed to use the bathroom again and is battling with nausea on top of that.

Anne: You need to use the toilet again?

Harry: Yes.

Anne: Poor baby.

Harry: I feel that if I don't get to a bathroom soon, I am going to have diarrhea on myself... In my clothes.

Anne: Sweetie, you must have the stomach flu bad...that makes sad.

Harry: I hate not feeling too well.

Anne: I know.

Harry: Ugh.

Anne: We will be pulling up in the driveway soon.

Harry: Okay.

Harry falls asleep while his mum is still driving, Anne looks at her sons face in the mirror and smiles at how cute he is when he is sleeping and takes a picture and tweets it with the caption @HarryStyles my sunshine wasn't feeling too good today at school and was sent to my office...working as a nurse at my sons school is pretty cool, not only because I get to see him but also because I am helping others that don't feel well, just like Harry.

After tweeting that she finally pulls up in the driveway to their house, she gently shakes him to wake him up so he could get into the house, head to his room, change into pajamas, and lay down.

Anne: Sweetie.

Harry: Hmm.

Anne: We are home now.

Harry continues to groan and tries to wake up, when all of a sudden, he gets nauseated again, which wakes him up in a flash causing him to get out of the car and run to the bushes at his house and hovers over them.

Harry's point of view: I fell asleep in my mum's car while she was driving me home after school, I was surprised that my mum was working at my school as a nurse because I would be able to leave with her if I didn't drive my car...I am feeling pretty bad today, I threw up at school today and had diarrhea today at school also...I remember the last time I was sick I wasn't feeling as bad as I am this time.

Anne: Sweetie.

Harry: Ugh.

Anne: Do you feel like you are going to throw up again?

Harry: Yes.

Anne: My poor baby.

Harry is hovering over the bushes at his house gagging, while his mum is rubbing his back.

Anne: It's going to be alright; I promise.

Anne is still comforting her son Harry as he continues to gag over the bushes at his house, while Harry is trying to take deep breaths, he gags again... after he gagged that last time, throw up starts to come out of both his nose and mouth...everything that he had eaten reappears into the bushes.

Anne: It's okay sweetie, just let it out.

Harry: Hmmm.

Anne: There, there.

Harry: Ugh.

Anne: Shh, mummy's here.

Harry: I hate throwing up.

Anne: I know...I know.

Harry: Hmmm.

Anne: Shh baby, calm down.

Harry: Ugh.

Anne continues to comfort her son Harry while he is still vomiting into the bushes when she notices a stench the smells bad.

Harry is still vomiting into the bushes when he notices that his pants were wet and warm, he looks at his pants noticing that they were wet and that something smelled bad, as he is still vomiting into the bushes, he totally freaks out knowing that he just had went in his pants and underwear.

Anne: What's the matter?

Harry: I went on myself.

Anne: really?

Harry: Yes, I went to the bathroom on myself, and I am so embarrassed.

Anne: It's going to be okay.

Harry: I am not sure

Anne: it's going to be okay sweetie, once we get inside the house, you can get in the bathroom and take a shower and get all cleaned up and put on your Pajamas and lay down for a bit while I get your cup of hot chamomile and ginger tea set and some ginger biscuits put into the oven to bake and serve to you.

Harry: Okay.

Anne continues to rub Harry's back as he finished throwing up and dry heaving and also relieving himself.

Harry: I'm finished.

Anne: Alright, let me unlock the front door, so you can get inside and head up to the bathroom to shower and to your room to lay down for a bit...don't worry about getting your backpack and textbooks, I will handle that.

Harry: Okay, Thanks mum.

Anne: You're very welcome sweetie.

Once Anne gets the front door unlocked and opened, Harry gets in the house and heads upstairs to the bathroom after he takes off his coat and shoes and grabs some fresh clothes and takes his shower, while his mum is downstairs in the kitchen making him some tea and ginger biscuits.

Robin: Hey, Sweetie.

Anne: Hey, baby.

Robin: How was work today?

Anne: Great, Harry was in my office and so was Niall.

Robin: Really?

Anne: Yes.

Robin: I bet Niall was surprised.

Anne: Niall was pretty calm...he didn't know that it was me.

Robin: I bet Harry was surprised.

Anne: It took him a while to find out that it was me working as a nurse at his school but when he finally noticed that I was working at his school as a nurse, he was surprised and glad that I was the nurse at his school.

Robin: Okay.

Anne: Harry was in my office because he threw up in class and he was not feeling too good.

Robin: Really?

Anne: Yes.

Robin: Poor guy.

Anne: Yeah, Niall was in my office because he severely sprained his wrist while he was playing basketball in gym class.

Robin: Ouch, that's gotta hurt.

Anne: He said that it hurt pretty bad because he felt like crying.

Robin: Poor Niall.

Anne: Harry felt pretty bad today because his stomach was hurting him so bad like daggers were stuck in his stomach, he actually cried and he threw up and had diarrhea...his temperature was 103°F (39°C) then he threw up in the bushes when we got home, Harry has the stomach flu.

Robin: Oh my goodness.

Anne: Yeah.

Harry came downstairs after he took his shower and put on his Green Bay Packers Pajamas and slippers and wrapped himself up in his Green Bay Packers Blanket and laid down in his favorite chair that his parents still kept.

Anne: Hey pumpkin.

Harry: Hi.

Anne: Are you comfortable?

Harry: Yes.

Anne: Good.

Robin: Hey son.

Harry: Hi.

Robin: Anne told me that you weren't feeling too good.

Harry: Yeah, I really don't feel too well.

Robin: Stomach Flu.

Harry: Yeah.

Robin: Well, son if there is anything I can do...Just let me know.

Harry: Okay, thanks dad.

Robin: You are very welcome son.

Anne: Sweetie, here is your tea.

Harry: Okay.

Anne: It's very hot.

Harry: Okay, thanks.

Anne: You're very welcome sweetheart, the ginger biscuits will be out of the oven in a few minutes.

Harry: Okay.

Harry just laid there in his favorite chair watching a movie waiting for the ginger biscuits to be ready.

Harry was still laying there when he felt his eyes get heavy, like he was about to fall asleep.

Anne: Hey, sweetie.

Harry: Yes.

Anne: Here you go.

Harry: Thanks.

Anne: Careful, the ginger biscuits are hot.

Harry: Okay.

Harry sat up slowly careful not to jerk his stomach, when he was all sat up, he blew on his tea to cool it off and started to drink it... he loved how the heat from his tea made his stomach feel better and how the ginger calmed his stomach down and settled his stomach.

Harry: Mum.

Anne: Yeah.

Harry: I feel okay.

Anne: That's good...the tea must have helped to settle your stomach and so did the biscuits.

Harry: Yeah.

Anne: Hopefully, you can keep it down.

Harry: I hope so too.

Anne: How about you try to sleep.

Harry: Okay.

Harry had fallen asleep in the chair that was his favorite all wrapped up and cozy in his Green Bay Packers Gear, Anne decided to stay in the living room with her husband Robin and her son Harry and ran her fingers through her sons hair as he slept.

Gemma: Mum...Dad... I'm home.

Anne: Hey sweetie, how was your day today.

Gemma: It was good.

Anne: I am glad.

Gemma: Why are we whispering?

Robin: Shh.

Anne: Your Little brother Harry is sleeping.

Robin gestures to Harry sitting on his favorite chair all bundled up in his Green Bay Gear.

Gemma: Oh, I am so sorry...I didn't see him or know.

Anne: It's okay.

Gemma: Is he okay.

Anne: Not really?

Gemma: What's the matter with my little brother?

Anne: He has the stomach flu.

Gemma: Really?

Anne: Yeah, he was sent to my office by one of his teachers because he threw up in class on the floor and it got on the two girls that sat next to him who had a crush on him.

Gemma: Oh my goodness, poor guy.

Anne: He felt worse when he got to my office, his stomach was hurting like daggers were stuck in his stomach, he threw up again and then had diarrhea...he had a temperature of 103°F (39°C), he threw up again before the school day ended and then when we got home, he threw up again but, in the bushes, and had diarrhea on himself while he threw up.

Gemma: Awe, my poor little brother.

Anne: He showered and put on his pajamas and drank his tea and ate the ginger biscuits and fell asleep instantly.

Gemma: Awe, so cute.

Anne: Yeah, that is what I said but good news is that he is feeling okay, and his stomach has finally settled down.

Gemma: That is good.

Robin: I thought so too.

I have decided to write one more part...

A/N: Harry Styles is a huge Green Bay Packers Football team fan.

~ Nichelle