5sos Preferences

Preference #28 He's sick

Michael: You came home to a silent house. No video games on the TV, no boys and no Michael. You walk to your bedroom to find your boyfriend wrapped up in several blankets on the bed. His normally pale skin is a slight greenish colour whilst his nose is bright red. Tissues litter the ground and a bottle of Advil stands on the bedside table. “Y/N!” He groans out, his voice hoarse and choppy. “What happened to you babe?” You say whilst sitting down beside him. He just groans. “Do you need anything? Soup, tea, ice cream? I can bring your PS3 in here somehow if you want?” He smiles slightly. “I only wanted you but you know the PS3 sounds nice.” You chuckle. “You can’t cuddle a PS3.” He coughs. “We’ll see about that.” “Ok im serious now Mikey, do you need anything?” He sniffles. “I was serious too, I only want you. Come cuddle?” You make a fake disgusted face. “Ew, I’ll get your sick germs.” He manages to let out a hoarse laugh. “My sick germs are hot, now come here.” He wiggles his arms out of the blankets and extends them out to you. You crawl over to him and fall into his arms. “Now why don’t you try to sleep huh?” He closes his eyes. “Sounds like a plan.” He mumbles. In 5 minutes tops he is sound asleep, snoring like a sick little pig. You move a strand of hair away from his eyes with your free hand. You place your lips on his forehead. “Feel better Mikey.” You whisper. You weren’t sure if it was just a coincidence but he smiled when your lips came in contact with his skin.

Luke: "Luke?!" You call into your shared flat. After around 5 minutes of him not responding you call again. "LUKE!?" He shuffles into the hallway. His joggers slung low on his hips and his hair a mess. "You look like you’ve been in bed all day." You comment. He quickly scribbled onto the mini white board in his hand."I was." You raise an eyebrow. “Uh why aren’t you speaking?” He writes something else down. "Vocal rest, i lost my voice ):" You give him a sympathetic look. “Baby, why didn’t you call me? I could’ve come home early and taken care of you.” "I’m not sick, i just can’t speak. I can take care of myself." He gives you a small smile. “Still,” You pout. “I wanna make sure you’re okay!” He walks over to you and ruffles your hair. “Hey!” You call out. "I’m okay baby :) thanks anyways. I love youuuu." You smile when you finish reading his sloppy handwriting. “I love you too Lukey.” He pulls you into a hug only for you to push him away.  He pouts. "What?" ”You’re sick Luke. I don’t want to get sick!” He rolls his eyes. “I’m not sick! It’s from singing, i swear! Anyway even if you do get sick I’ll take care of you. :)” You sigh. “Fine.” You say, allowing him to pull you into his arms. "Kiss?" He puckers his lips in an over exaggerated manner. “Ok that i refuse to do.” You fold your arms across your chest. "We’ll see about that." You give him a puzzled look. All of a sudden he lunges at you causing you to shriek. When his attempt to grab you fails, you make a mad dash to the bedroom, running away from your silly boyfriend. He continues to chase you until you’re both gasping for breath. “You, should, be, resting, not running.” You say through gasps. "I’ll rest when you kiss me." You roll your eyes. “You sure are stubborn.” You mumble. He raises an eyebrow. "What?" You sigh. “Nothing.” ”Kiss?” You finally give in, bringing your lips to meet his for a quick peck. You try to pull away but he pulls you back to his lips. When he’s satisfied, he pulls away leaving you out of breath. "After all that work, i deserve more than a peck." He smirks. ”Yea, yea now go rest!” You shove him in the direction of the bedroom. He turns around and blows you a kiss before collapsing on the bed.

Calum: You wake up to rustling on Calum’s side of the bed. “Cal, what’s up?” Before you can get a reply he races off towards the washroom. As soon as you hear him begin to throw up, you rush towards him. You’re instantly by his side. You press your hands into his back, rubbing circles with your thumbs all in an attempt to soothe him. He lets out a loud groan as he tries to lift his body up off the floor. You allow him to prop himself onto your smaller frame. With his hand draped across your back and your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, you manage to get him back to bed. You tightly secure the blankets around him, making sure he’s completely tucked in before heading to the kitchen. “Where are you going?” He mumbles. “To get you medicine you reply.” Another groan leaves his lips. “Stay.” He tugs on your arm, pulling you onto the bed. “Calum, you need medicine.” He ignores you, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. “You’re my medicine.” He mumbles against your skin. You blush. You quickly regain your composure. “Please let me go Cal, i want you to feel better.” He only wraps his arms tighter around you. “Your cuddles make me feel better.” You try to wiggle out of his grip, but he has got you in a deadlock. “Come on Cal, let go.” He shakes his head before uttering out a no. “Come on Calum!” You say, getting slightly annoyed. This time he doesn’t even give you a shake of the head, the room is filled with silence. “Calum?” You start. You look to see him sleeping soundly. His chest rises and falls at a steady pace. You sigh. “Goodnight Cal, feel better.”

Ashton: "Y/N?" Your sick boyfriend calls from the bedroom. "Yea babe?" You call out. "Can i have more soup?" You can hear the choppiness of his voice from your spot in the kitchen. You hated to see him like this. "Of course you can babe. Anything for you." You reply. He coughs out thanks and you ladle some more soup into a bowl before grabbing some cough medicine and placing it on the tray. You walk into the bedroom and make your way to where Ashton is propped up. "Whatcha’ doin’?" You place the tray on the bedside table. "Reading get well tweets from the 5sos fam." He smiles at the mention of his second family. "You do have some amazing fans." He pats the spot next to him, signaling you to come next to him. "I may have amazing fans but i have an even more amazing girlfriend to top it off." You smile. "You’re cheesy." He smiles followed by a small sneeze. "I’m cheesy but you love me." He has a goofy look on his face. "Yea I love you. But because i love you you’re gonna have to take this." You grab the medicine off the tray. He groans. "That tastes so bad though." He pouts, taking on the role of a sick 6 year old boy. "I don’t want it." He folds his arms across his chest. "Come on Ash." You say. "Open your mouth." You slowly bring the spoon closer to his lips but he clamps it shut. "Ashton." You warn. "I’m not going to play games, open your mouth." He shakes his head. You move closer to him and he moves back in response. You give him a playful glare. "Open your mouth Ash!" He just shakes his head again. You sigh in defeat, throwing the spoon on the tray. A smile erupts on his face. "Kiss?" You pout. He smiles and leans in to kiss you when you grab the spoon and shove it in his mouth. He grimaces and flinches backwards. He growls. "I’m gonna get-" He starts coughing, making him unable to finish speaking. You stand up and walk towards the door. "Feel better Ash, I’ll be in the living room if you need anything." You close the door and allow him to rest. You can hear him mutter an ‘i hate you’ from the other side of the door. "I LOVE YOU TOO!" you call back.