28# You're sick
A/n - I am actually sick.
Luke: It was only 3 o’clock in the afternoon and you couldn’t care less. It was one of those colds that hit you like a ton of bricks. You could barely roll out of bed without falling onto the floor. Every part of your body ached, your chest was tight, and you could barely talk. Beside you, your phone began to buzz excessively pulling you from your puddle of self-misery. “Luke?” You croaked. “Wow, you sound like shit.” With a large cough, you rolled over moaning. “Thank you for your words of encouragement.” You whispered, our voice starting to give out. With a snort, his voice started to soften. “We just finished at the studio, and I’m on my way home. I’ll stop and pick you up some of your favourites.” “Thanks, Luke,” You smiled. “Okay, love you, see you soon.” He said, before hanging up the phone. By the time he got back, you had gone through a full episode of the Vampire Diaries, and another box of Kleenex. As he burst through the door of your bedroom, he jumped up and landed on the bed beside you, grocery bags hanging from his arms. “I have tea, hot chocolate, a collection of Channing Tatum movies, soup, and various kind of medication.” With a deep sigh, you rolled over onto his chest. “Thank you.” He placed a long kiss to your forehead, and his arms snaked around your waist. “Of course.”
Micheal: When Micheal waltzed into your shared bedroom, you were curled in a ball at the foot of your bed. “Um, you okay?” Propping your head onto your hands, you looked up at his body standing in your doorway. “My uterus is trying to kill itself Micheal, what do you think?” You saw the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile. Without a word, he walked into your bathroom, and you could hear the sound of cupboards opening. As he walked back into the bedroom, his hand were full of goodies that he dumped on the bed. “Pain killers, heating pad and your favourite sweats.” He said, with a proud smile. Crawling over the bed, you kissed his cheek before brushing past him. “Thank you!”
Calum: Rolling over in bed, it was like being hit in the face. Your throat felt like it was on fire, and your head was pulsing. Without thinking, you moaned loudly. “(Y/N)?” Calum questioned groggily. You turned to face him, as he attempted to blink sleep out of his eyes. “I’m sorry.” You croaked. “I feel terrible, and I forgot that you were here.” Sitting up slowly, he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. “Awe, I’m sorry. Do you want me to get you something?” Shaking your head, you pushed him back into the blankets, burying your head in his neck. “Please just stay here.” You said softly. You could feel him smile into your hair, his arms pulling you tighter to his body. His fingers massaged lightly into your body, and you couldn’t help but feel instantly at ease.
Ashton: You assumed you had caught it on the plane. You hated flying, the idea of so many people packed into such a small space, and let alone the fact that it was literally huge hunk of metal flying over land. When you finally arrived, all you wanted to do was sleep. But when Ashton finally came rolling into the hotel room, it was like another weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. But before you could even hug him, it was like your stomach rolled over, and you burst into the bathroom, emptying the contents of your stomach. Ashton quickly followed you, and held your hair behind your head. His fingertips lightly massaged your head, somehow easing some of the stress in your stomach. When you finally finished, you collapsed against the bathtub next to you, letting out a moan. “I’m so sorry, Ashton. I don’t wanna be sick while I’m here.” Sitting down next to you, he pulled your head to your chest. “It’s okay love, this way I can take of you!” He laughed. Leaning down, he whispered in your ear. “Like I can’t when we’re miles away from each other. I missed you so much.”