Harry was still sleeping when he felt his stomach gurgle causing him to rub his stomach and let out a low groan, which caused his mom to look at him.

Anne: I can hear Harry's stomach gurgling and it sounds bad...Robin can you please get a bucket for Harry just in case he throws up.

Robin: Sure.

Anne: Thanks.

Robin: You are very welcome.

Anne: Gemma, can you please go in the fridge and grab Harry a bottle of water.

Gemma: Sure.

Anne: Thanks.

Gemma: You are very welcome.

Robin and Gemma ran out of the living room and into the kitchen where Robin found a bucket under the sink and grabbed it and where Gemma grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and bought them back to Anne.

Robin: Here is the bucket.

Anne: Okay, Good.

Gemma: Here is the bottle of water.

Anne: Perfect.

Harry continued to stir in his sleep a bit until he felt his stomach cramp up causing him to fully wake up and rush to the bathroom so he could use the toilet once he gets to the bathroom and closes the door. He immediately pulls his pants and underwear down and sits on the toilet letting out a wet fart and relieves himself.

Anne: Harry is having diarrhea again.

Robin: Poor Guy.

Gemma: He must feel awful.

Anne: Yeah, he does.

Harry is still sitting on the toilet in the bathroom having diarrhea when his cell phone rings, he looks down at the screen after turning down the brightness and saw that it was his girlfriend Aaliyah calling...he immediately answers his phone and speaks to her.

Harry: Hello.

Aaliyah: Hey, cupcake.

Harry: Hey, babe.

Aaliyah: how are you feeling?

Harry: I am feeling horrible.

Aaliyah: Really pumpkin?

Harry: Yes.

Aaliyah: Awe, baby.

Harry: My mum said that it was the stomach flu and that I have it pretty bad.

Aaliyah: Really baby?

Harry: Yeah.

Aaliyah: I wish that I were the one sick because I can't stand to keep hearing you in pain.

Harry: Awe sweetie.

Aaliyah: I fucking love you and I want you to feel better already.

Harry: I threw up a lot today and I had diarrhea at least three times today.

Aaliyah: Really?

Harry: Yeah, I am actually sitting on the toilet in the bathroom having diarrhea right now for the third time today.

Aaliyah: Awe.

Harry: I had diarrhea at school today, I had diarrhea again when I got home but, in my pants, and underwear while I was throwing up in the bushes and I am having diarrhea right now but in the bathroom this time.

Aaliyah was frowning back at home while her boyfriend Harry told her everything, she felt so sad knowing that her boyfriend Harry was feeling awful and really wanted to go to his house and cuddle with him and help take care of him.

Harry: I just want to feel better already.

Aaliyah: I understand.

Harry: I hate being sick.

Aaliyah: I know baby I know.

Harry: Sweetie, I wish you were here.

Aaliyah: I wish I were there as well.

Once Harry finishes handling his business in the bathroom he comes back downstairs and lays back down on his favorite chair and continued to talk on the phone with his girlfriend Aaliyah.

Anne: Who is that you are talking to?

Harry: I am talking to my girlfriend Aaliyah.

Anne: How is she?

Harry: She is doing well.

Anne: That's good.

Harry: Hello.

Aaliyah: Hey babe, thanks for holding.

Harry: Anytime.

Aaliyah: My mom said that I am going to have to get off my phone soon, so I can get ready for school tomorrow.

Harry: Really baby.

Aaliyah: Yeah.

Harry: Awe.

Aaliyah: Don't be sad.

Harry: Okay.

After Aaliyah and Harry talked to each other on the phone for a few minutes they both said goodbye and ended their phone conversation.

Anne's Point Of View: I asked him how Aaliyah was because he was on the phone with her, Aaliyah is the perfect girlfriend for him and he seems very happy and you know when  Harry is happy the rest of the family is happy...once Harry got off the phone with his girlfriend, I noticed that he was pale and that he had an expression on his face that he was feeling nauseated...it had been one hour since Harry had thrown up and I was starting to think he was feeling better but that wasn't the case because two hours later Harry started feeling sick like he was going to throw up.

Harry: Mum, my stomach.

Anne: Your tummy hurts.

Harry: Yes.

Anne: Do you want me to get you some more tea?

Harry: I want a Ginger Ale.

Anne: Okay.

Anne went in the kitchen and opened the fridge and grabbed a Vernors ginger ale from the refrigerator and brings it to him.

Harry: Thanks.

Anne: You are very welcome.

- 2 hours later -

Harry: No.

Anne: What's the matter?

Harry: I feel like I am going to throw up.

Anne: Here is the bucket.

Harry: Thanks.

Anne: My poor baby.

Harry: I don't want to throw up.

Anne: I understand but you need to get the contents out of your system.

Harry: I just hate it.

Anne: I understand.

Harry: I don't want to.

Anne: You'll feel better after.

Harry: Okay.

Harry starts to gag and spit into the bucket until he starts vomiting, once he is done gagging and spitting in the bucket, he continues to throw up everything that he had in his stomach and once he is finished, he wipes tears from his eyes.

Harry: Hmmm.

After Harry moans he holds his head over the bucket and takes deep breaths and starts to gag.

Anne: It's okay sweetie... I am right here.

Harry: Okay.

Going to write one more part....

~ Nichelle