Calum:
You quietly tiptoed into Calum's room, carefully shutting the door behind you. His sleeping form lay fully clothed including his shoes on top of his made bed. His mouth was slightly ajar and his cheeks were noticeably swollen from the procedure. His mom had let you in, warning you that Calum had been a little loopy. Then again the boy basically had the maturity level of a seven year old so that was nothing new.
You drop your bag on his desk and pull your phone out to pass the time. You had an abundance of messages from Calum.
1:03PM going in now. i'll call you later :) x
2:13PM bb teh man toook me teeth
2:15PM unicorn¡
2:23PM do yuo tink the tooth fairy comees
2:50PM im hooom
2:51PM I lick milkshakes.
You couldn't help but laugh at Calum's gibberish filled texts. The doctor had put him on some serious medication to reduce the pain of the wisdom teeth. His mom had certainly underestimated this one.
"Heyyyy" He called sleepily from the bed. His head was covered by a maroon beanie that matched his hoodie, and he was sporting sweatpants.
"Hey, Cal." You waves back, watching as he picked his head up to glance around his bed. "Looking for something?" You asked curiously.
"I can't find Walter!" He whined, dropping his head back on to the pillow. Walter? Who was Walter?
"Babe, who's Walter?" You asked in confusion, strolling over to the bed to examine him better.
"My stuffed elephant!" He cried in distress, throwing his hands up.
"What elephant?" He's now close to pitching a fit, his arms crossed over his chest and his bottom lip jutting out in a pout.
"I can't fall asleep without him!" He wails. His brown eyes filling with sadness.
"Hey," you place your hand under his chin to make him look at you. "You'll be just fine without Wilden."
"WALTER!" He corrects. Jeez these meds were strong.
"Right, Walter. Well, I brought over some movies, I figured we could just watch them to pass time." You continue, gesturing toward your bag over flowing with movies. Your phone ticks with a message
Luke: Hey how's Cal? Tell him we say hi and to get his ass back to us soon.
You: He's highly drugged up. Currently pitching a fit about some elephant named Walter. Pray for me.
Luke: CLASSIC. Video it Y/N, I could always use some Calum blackmail.
"Y/N, you're gonna have to be a substitute Walter until we find him!" Calum decides, waving you back over to the bed. You sigh and put down your phone, and retreat to the bed. You sit down on the corner and begin to untie the laces of his shoes before pulling them off and dropping them to the floor. "Are you trying to get me naked?" He asks sounding utterly delirious.
"Oh babe, your cheeks are so swollen you won't be seeing any action for a few days," you laugh to yourself, and move to the top of the bed to help him underneath the blankets. Once he's all tucked in, he holds his hands out to you.
"Come on, Walter!!!" He giggles You sigh heavily, making your way around to the side of the bed.
"I can not believe I'm doing this." You mumble to yourself as you climb in under the blankets. Calum grins and reaches out for you. You scoot closer so that he can touch you. "I hope you feel more like yourself when you wake up," you wish him. He nods, as he pulls you into his arms.
"I'm sure I will." He agrees. You smile up at him as he pulls the blankets to cocoon himself inside. "G'night Y/N" he whispers sleepily. An involuntary smile creeps on to your face at his words.
"Good night, Cal," you whisper. Just as you think he's asleep you feel his arms bolt around you. He tugs to as close as possible, into his body. Your head is trapped in the crook of his neck as he leans down and snuggles his swollen cheek against yours. His breathing is heavy as he tosses a leg overtop of yours, tangling them together. His arms remained locked around your stomach. "So much better than Walter." He mumbles before drifting off.
Luke:
"Lukey, I'm home!" You call as you shut the door to your apartment. You walk inside and place your bag and keys on the kitchen counter. You frown at the silence. Usually Luke was like a puppy when you returned home from school. Running into greet you while shouting your name excitedly.
Maybe he had stepped out for coffee? You looked around the apartment and everything seemed to be just as you left it. Well at least Luke hasn't been kidnapped by some maniac. You decide to grab your phone from your bag in the kitchen. You turn to exit the room to find Luke standing directly behind you.
"AH!" You screech, your heart beating a million miles a second, "God, Luke you scared me!" You exhale, putting your hand to your chest in attempts to catch your breath.
'Sorry' he mouths, you frown at his odd behavior.
"What's wrong with you?" You ask, looking at him with curiosity. He points down at a sign attached to his chest that reads 'VOCAL REST :('
"Lost your voice?" You ask with a grin, tugging at his shirt. He frowns, scrunching up his nose and pushing you lightly as he nods. "I told you not to play that show in the cold last week. It was a blizzard outside!" He rolls his eyes and shrugs his shoulder away.
"Aw, come on, Luke. I'll stop I promise." You plead at his now retreating form. "How about I make you some tea and we can lounge on the couch?l" you suggest. He turns around and looks at you skeptically before letting up his expression and nodding. He makes his way to the couch and plops down, flicking on the TV.
You retreat to the kitchen and flip on the kettle. You grab a mug from the cabinet and pop in a tea bag. You squeeze in some honey to help his throat and wait for the kettle to whistle before pouring in the hot water.
When you return to the couch you find Luke armed with a pad and pen. He smiles up at you as you hand him the tea and holds up the pad that reads 'Thanks' in his messy scrawl. You grin and sit down beside him, cuddling into his side.
"So how long do you have to go without talking?" You ask looking up at him. He shrugs and puts the tea down to write out an answer.
'Not really sure, until my voice comes back I guess' you nod and sit back.
"Well, it better come back soon because I'm already getting sick of the sound of my voice." You whine, as he drinks more of the tea. He picks up the pen and quickly scrawls something out. You lean to read over his shoulder, 'Who said you had to do any talking? I can think of plenty of ways to keep you busy." You look up at him and he wags his eyebrows suggestively.
"I can hear you saying that." You mutter with an eye roll. He connects his hands at your shoulders as he leans into your shoulders, his lips puckered. "EW, Luke, for all we know you could have strep throat. I'm not getting sick because of you." You lightly push him away and his forehead creases in disappointment.
'My throat hurts. Kiss it better?' He writes out, looking to you with a hopeful smile. You roll your eyes and turn your body towards his. He looks down at you with a glint of mischief in his blue eyes. You smirk as you lean in and attach your lips to the base of his throat. You kiss the hollow of his neck a few times before traveling up his throat with your tongue. As you reach his Adam's apple, you feel him swallow hard. You laugh against him sending vibrations through his body. His hand shoots to thread into your hair, holding you in place.
You look up at his face a find him eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open forming a small 'O'. You nuzzle your nose into his protruding collar bone as your tongue licks at the exposed flesh on his neck. He lets out a throaty groan and you pull back.
"Hey you're supposed to be silent," you chide sitting back on your legs. He looks up at you and mines zipping his lips, gesturing for you to continue. You chuckle as you lean back in and continue on your work. You pause to kiss along his jawline before dipping down back to his neck. You suckle on his sweet spot before lightly scraping your teeth on his skin. His hand grips the back of your neck, cheering you on. You hesitate before letting your teeth close in on the flesh.
"Fuck, Y/N" he croaks barely above a whisper. You immediately pull away and sit back, pointing a finger at him accusingly. He shrugs innocently and proudly thumbs his now bruising skin. "Guess we have a little more work to do to bring it back" he whispers with a wink.
Ashton:
"The doctor said I can't drum for at least three weeks!" Ashton whined.
"You're lucky that you got off this easily!" You remind him. Ashton had somehow managed to tweak something in his right elbow. After doing some x-rays the doctor said that he could either wear a cast for six weeks or have a small surgery with a three week recovery. Ash had opted for the surgery. It had been successful and he had returned home. The only issue, was Ash was put in a temporary cast from his elbow down to his fingers. He was right handed and lived alone so you offered to move in with him to help him out until the cast was removed.
"Yeah but still, it's annoying!" He pouts, "I can't even take my glasses off without poking myself in the eye!" You laugh and lean over, to pull his glasses off of his face. He sticks his tongue out at you, as you brush some hair from his eyes. You place his glasses on the night stand next to his bed and roll back over him to your spot.
"Would you rather be in a cast for six weeks?" you rattle, he pulls a face and wriggles his back down onto the propped up pillows trying to find a comfortable position.
"Touche, Y/N. But still, I can't do simple things!" Ashton was the type who made everyone else miserable when he was sick or upset.
"Come on, Ash." You implore, rubbing your fingers along his shoulder, "I'm here! I'll distract you and take care of anything that you need." You poke at where his dimples rest, currently hidden due to his frown. Your fingers, fill the creases as a smile finally swells onto his face and he nods.
"You're right, Y/N. It'll go a lot quicker if I'm not moping the entire time." He smiles, and you can't help but smile too as you lightly hug him careful to avoid his bandaged arm.
"That's my boy," You smile and lightly peck his cheek. Ashton was the happiest most upbeat person you knew and if he was down you were going to have a hard time bringing him back up. "We're gonna have lots of fun! I'll make all your favorites, we can watch your favorite movies, and I'll make you a blanket fort that you can lay in!" You grin at Ashton, and he smiles back.
"I'm so happy you're here, Y/N!" He gazes at your face with his hazel eyes.
"Where should we start?" You ask eagerly, rubbing your hands together in anticipation.
"Well, we do have this big bed, all to ourselves..." He whispers suggestively, eyes wandering around the large bedroom. Your eyes pop out.
"Ashton Fletcher Irwin, we are NOT doing that. You've just had surgery! Your arm is bandaged all the way down, knowing my luck we'd end up hurting you even more." He pouts.
"You're right, Y/N. You do get a little wild when you can't keep your hands off of me. We wouldn't want to risk injuring me." He smirks as he talks and your roll your eyes at him. "How about you grab me a jumper? I'm a little cold." He shivers into the blankets for effect. You nod, and make way to his closet. Your shirt rides up a bit as you reach to the top shelf to grab his favorite jumper.
"Babe, you're killin' me." Ashton breathes out, you let out a little laugh as you, try to figure out how to pull the sweatshirt over Ashton's casted arm.
"Ash, I'm not really sure how to accomplish this..." You muse frowning at him, "How about if I just wrap you in a few more blankets?" you suggest.
"It's okay babe, I actually have another problem for you to take care of." He brushes it off and looks at you expectantly.
"Sure, what do you need? I'm at your service!" You giggled, mock curtsying.
"Well, you see, Ashton Jr. seems to need some, ahem attention." His smirk is massive, dimples on full show as he gestures towards his lower half.
"Ashton." You warn. He holds his good hand up in defense.
"Hey! You said that we couldn't- but he says otherwise. And you know I can't take care of this myself... I am a righty after all." He winks and looks at you.
"You have another hand to take care of your little problem." You reply with a bit of sass.
"Hey my problem is not little! It's quite big, at least that's what you tell me." He grins slyly with a wink, "Plus you said anything that I want... and well, I want." He's grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
"It's going to be a long week." You sigh, as he laughs like a maniac.
Michael:
"Thanks for coming over." His mother greets you as you enter, the front door.
"It's really no problem!" You reply, readjusting your bag onto your shoulder.
"I didn't want to call, I know you're busy with exams and such and probably have a lot of work to do. It's just he's been asking about you a lot today, I tried to tell him you were busy but he just kept insisting. I'm sorry, Y/N!" Mrs. Clifford apologizes profusely and you shake your head and laugh.
"Really, I'm glad you called. I wanted to come visit him, I just didn't want to be a bother." You reassure her and she smiles.
"I'll bring you to him." She leads you down the hall and up the stairs. Stopping outside the second door on the left, "I checked on him about twenty minutes or so ago. I think it's just a cold. He should be getting over it." She explained, you nodded and smiled back at her. "I'm really glad you're here, Y/N. I can tell my son really likes you and you make him really happy. You're such a lovely girl." You smile and blush, as she turns on her heels, and heads back downstairs.
You lightly push open the door, and peek inside. You see Michael's dark hair with patches of blue peeking out from underneath the blankets. You hear him let out a rather rough sounding cough. You winced, as you entered the room shutting the door behind you.
"Hi babe," You whisper, directing his attention to you. He looks up at you with his green eyes and a small grin grows on his face.
"Hey," He looks overjoyed, as you make your way further into the room.
"How are you feeling?" You ask, pulling your legs up as you sit on the edge of the bed.
"Better now that you're here." He breathes, picking up your hand in his warm one.
"You're hot!" You slightly screech, pressing the back of your vacant hand to his forehead, feeling the fever.
"You're not so bad yourself," He winks, his comment is cut short as he lets out another nasty cough, shaking his entire body.
"Well you still manage to be a flirt even when you should like you're knocking on death's door." You frown at him as he starts to recover from his fit.
"Those other guys better not be flirting with my girl now that I'm down for the count." He mock threatens, furrowing his eyebrows.
"What are you gonna do? Cough on them?" You tease, sticking your tongue out at him, mockingly.
"I missed you." He whispers as he strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, tracing circles in his path.
"I know, I missed you too. I'm really sorry I couldn't be at the airport to get you." you apologize, brushing the fringe of blue out of his eyes.
"I know you've been busy with exams. We'll have more time together when you're done." He promises, his amazing light green eyes catching in the light of the TV.
"You're right." You smile, "And once you're over this cold, you'll be raring to go ready to show those twats who my boyfriend is." You giggle poking his cheek with your pointer.
"Ugh I'm glad I'm back. I can keep those preppy dicks at your school away from you once and for all." He puffs his chest out attempting to look many but fails as he gets hit with another coughing fit.
"They still don't believe me when I tell them about you." You reveal, scooting closer on to the bed.
"They think you made me up?" He chuckles, intertwining your fingers with his.
"Nah," you shake your head, "They know who you are. They just don't believe that you would date me." he looks down at you and laughs loudly, pulling you over top of him to lay on the other side of him.
"Well they're very mistaken in that case," He remarks, tucking his arm around your shoulder.
"They're stupid." You reply, laying your head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent.
"I'll be better soon enough. I'll have to stop by your exam and show them what's what." He proposes, running his fingers through your hair slowly.
"I think right now you just need to rest," you giggle, messing up his hair.
"Only if you promise to stay." He whispers, pulling his arm around you. You laugh and bury your head into the crook of his neck.
"I'll always be here for you when you need me, Mikey." He looks down at you lovingly before pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head and pulling you slowly into dream land with him.
