Harry's POV:

I was woken up by Dougie, gently pulling on my t-shirt. I looked down at smiled tiredly at him.

'What is it Dougs?'

'My tummy feels funny.' he said sadly. I sat up and looked harder at him, his face was pale and his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat.

'Does it hurt Dougie?' I asked quietly, holding my hand to his head and checking his temperature. He was boiling!

'It weally weally hurts!'

'Well would you like to stay up here and I'll go and get you some yummy pancakes for breakfast?'

'I no hungry.' he sighed, lying back on the bed.

'Just try to eat a little bit Dougs. What about a piece of toast with nutella?'

'Okay.' he replied, snuggling into the quilts. I stood up and walked out of my room and into Danny's.

'Morning Haz.' he said quielty, eyes glued to his new book.

'Hey. Dougie isn't feeling very well, do you mind going to sit with him for a while? I'm going to get him breakfast that's all.'

'Yeah sure. Is he where we left him last night?'

'No. He came into my room last night and said that he had a nightmare so he's still in my bed.' I replied happily.

'Oh okay then. I'll go now.' he said, smiling at me before leaving the room and going to sit with Dougie. I went downstairs and into the kitchen and got Dougie breakfast, passing Tom on the way and explaining to him why I was taking Dougie's breakfast upstairs. When I got back upstairs, I smiled as I walked into my bedroom and saw Danny lying under the covers with Dougie on his knee, reading him a story.

'Look Dougie. Harry's back with your breakfast.' Danny said happily. Dougie looked at me and smiled as I put the plate with his breakfast on, down on his knee.

'Thank you Hawwy.' he grinned at me, picking up the toast and taking a small bite. He ate it all before carefully putting the plate onto my bedside table and tapping Danny on the shoulder.

'Yeah Dougie?' Danny asked, smiling down at Dougie.

'We finish stowy?'

'Yeah sure Dougs.' Danny replied before opening up the book and continuing to read. He got most of the way through before Dougie suddenly spoke up.

'We go toilet?' he asked quickly. I nodded at him and Danny put him down onto the floor. He ran ahead and so I followed him fast as he sprinted down the corridor and into the bathroom. When I got there he was stood with his hands against his stomach looking worried.

'Open! Open! Me be sick!' He said in a hurry, pointing to the toilet. I went to open it but before I had the chance, he leant over and was sick all over his tiny feet. I threw the toilet lid open and picked him up, holding him over the toilet. He was sick two more times before he started crying and I pulled him into a soft hug.

'Hawwy my tummy hurting.' he moaned, burying his head into the crook of my neck.

'I know Dougs. Do you feel like you're going to be poorly again?'

'No.. but my tummy sore and my feet all icky.' he replied sadly.

'Well come on, I'll take you back to bed and you can have a little sleep and then if you feel better later we can go to the circus tonight. Does that sound like a good plan?' I said, slowly pulling away from the hug and removing his socks from his feet. He nodded and so I picked him up and carried him back into my bedroom, lying him in my bed and tucking him in as he slowly fell back to sleep beside Danny.

'What happened?' Danny whispered once Dougie had settled down sleeping, his little head resting on Danny's chest.

'You know I said he felt ill?' Danny nodded. 'Yeah well he's just been sick. It wasn't much, just a couple of times, so I've said that if he feels better after he's had a proper sleep, we'll take him to that circus that's on tonight.'

'Oh right, okay. I hope he does feel better, it'd be a bit sad if he couldn't do anything on two of the days whilst he's here because he's ill. I mean, he's by far the sweetest kid we've ever looked after. Most of 'em have either complained, wrecked the house or bitten us by now. And there was that one boy who we had to send home because he scratched my face and made it bleed. I thought that was a bit harsh, I mean all I did was ask him if he wanted Spongebob on?' He said quietly, rubbing his face in the area where the boy had once scratched him.

'I know. He's adorable.' I replied before telling Danny that I was going downstairs and leaving the two youngest occupants of the house to rest in my bedroom.