5SOS Preferences and Requests

He's Sick

This  one  was  requested  by Ire_neee! I hope you like it babe! It was a cute request :3 I love you!!!

Ashton: You heard his coughing once again and you stirred the tea as quickly as you could. "I'm coming Ash! It's almost done!" You yelled from the kitchen. You heard a rattling cough in response. The tea was finally the strength you wanted it and you carefully carried the mug over to your sick boyfriend. He looked up at you and smiled weakly. "Tanks bub." Which translated into "Thanks babe" because he was so stuffed up. He took the tea and took a sip. "Ugh. I'm gonna die." He said closing his eyes. You rolled your eyes and giggled. "What is it with men thinking that they're gonna die from a cold? It's ridiculous! And hilarious!" He coughed and groaned almost spilling his tea. "Oh Ash. You poor baby. C'mere." You sat on the couch and he placed his head on your chest and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Y/N you're warm. And cuddly. I like you." You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair, causing him to get sleepy. "I like you too Ashton. I hope you get better soon. I'll take care of you." He nodded and closed his eyes falling asleep instantly. His light snores vibrated in your chest and you held him. "Sleep well Ash."

Luke:"Aw Luke! Really?! All over the carpet?!" You whined. He looked ashamed and quite green. "S-Sorry." He said softly. You sighed and opened your arms for him. "I'm sorry you got sick baby. Are you feeling any better after your stomach exploded?" He was about to nod, but then his eyes widened. "Oh no." He let go of you and ran towards the bathroom, hitting a wall on the way. You hated seeing him sick. It made you want to take care of him and hug him. Which you always did anyways. After Luke was done with his Luke Puke, he came out of the bathroom with a hand over his mouth. "Luke are you Ok?" He nodded and rested his head on your shoulder. "Y/N I'm sick." He said softly. You chuckled and hugged him loosely, trying not to trigger what could be a waterfall of his insides. "I know Luke. I'm here to take care of you. Do you want some Sprite and wanna watch a movie?" You asked. He breathed deeply and nodded. You led him to the kitchen and got him a glass with ice and you poured the sweet bubbly liquid into it. Before he took a sip, you dropped a silly straw in the glass and smirked. He smiled and did a little dance of happiness. "Now what movie do you want L?" You asked. His lips attached to his straw and you heard the sucking noise as he slurped his Sprite down. You giggled and decided on a movie that you know he'd enjoy. He sat on the sofa, still attached to the glass and waited to see what you picked. When the menu popped up, he almost spilled his drink. "Happy Feet?!?!?! Happy Luke!!!"

Calum:"Calum. Calum. Calum stop. No. St-Ok. Now you don't feel so good do you? Uh huh. I told you. Do you want to throw up?" He nodded and held his stomach. "Emergency message. There's a storm in my belly and it seems to be getting closer Y/N." He slurred. You shook your head as he imitated the sounds of thunder crashing. "Uh..oh. No. STORM'S A BREWING!" He yelled and started retching. "Oh Calum. See this is what happens when you think you're invincible! C'mon you drunkard. Let's get you washed up." You said taking his arm. He hiccupped and giggled at the noise. "Hiccup! It sounds funn-" He was cut off by a loud hiccup erupting from his mouth. He laughed and almost fell over, you almost going with him. When you got him home, you got a cloth and wiped his face clean and gave him a glass of water. He scoffed and dropped the glass to the floor. "I don't need any water! I'm not thirsty!" You gasped at the broken glass and water everywhere. "That doesn't mean you have to fucking break it!!!" You yelled and started cleaning up another one if Calums' messes. Throughout the next few hours, Calum has managed to rip a pillow open, kick a hole in a wall, eat about 20 frozen chicken wings, and fall asleep with his head over the toilet. You sighed and brought a few pillows and blankets into the bathroom and helped him lay down. He's better off here. After you did that, you went to work fixing his damage. The next morning, you woke up to wet haired, half clothed Calum. He stood in front of you with the most apologetic look on his face. "Y/N I am so sorry for everything that happened last night. I was a total dick and you deserve better. I am so sorry." You smiled and hugged him. "Just don't break my house again, and we're good. By the way, you've got some cleaning to do."

Michael: "Y/N? I don't feel good." Michael said over Skype. You have him a puppy dog face. "I'm sorry babe. What's wrong?" He rubbed his nose and sneezed. "That." You felt awful that you couldn't be next to him, making him feel better. "Do you have medicine and blankets?" You asked. He nodded and held up a bottle with the red cough syrup and the Pikachu blanket you had bought for him. "Good. Are you getting enough rest? Are the boys being nice to you? Do I need to fly out?" He chuckled and sneezed again. "Yes. No. And of course." He answered simply. You giggled and blew him a kiss. "Ok babe. I'll see if I can get  a flight out to you Ok? Hang in there Mikey. I love you." He smiled and snuggled into his blanket and waved at you. You disconnected (ha.) and started clacking away on the computer keys trying to book a flight.

A day later, you were in Germany. Yup it was that fast. You hailed a cab and rode all the way to the hotel the boys were staying at. You knocked on the door and it opened revealing a pants less, blanket wearing, scruffy looking Michael. "Hi Mikey." He hugged you and squeezed you. "Y/N! You'll keep me alive!" You giggled and hugged him back. "Hopefully. I make no guarantees." You joked. The rest of the day, you cuddled, fed, and entertained Michael. He was so cute the way he'd curl into you with his blanket wrapped around his whole body. "Thank you Y/N. I love y-" He sneezed and whacked his head against the couch. "Ow. I love you is what I meant." You snorted and rubbed his bumped head. "Even when you're sick and cuddly you manage to hurt yourself."

"Hey  uh...I'm  sick.  *Cough  cough*  Can  I  put  my  head  on  your  chest  Y/N?  It  has  healing  power.  I'm  not  asking  just  to  touch  your  boobs  psh!"  -Ashton

"Best  day  ever.  Sprite,  silly  straw,  my  Y/N  and   Happy  Feet?!  If  this  is  heaven,....I  don't  know  where  I  was  going  with  that....Ignore  me."  -Luke

"This  is  entirely  accurate."  -Calum

"Cuddle  Me  Michael  is  back  ladies.  For  a  limited  time  only  ;)  I'll  try  not  to  sneeze  on  you  by  the  way."  -Michael

"You  sneeze  like  a  kitten."  -Kenzie

"A  BADASS  PUNK  ROCK  KITTEN  THAT  IS!"  -Michael  the  badass  punk  rock  kitten