The one for me 💗 (Michael Afton x reader)

chapter 26- Achoo!

I twist and turn in bed. Dammit why can I sleep? I groan in frustration and dig my face deep into my pillow. I pulled the duvet up to my shoulders. It was quite cold since it was raining. I inhaled and exhaled. Slowly I tried to relax my mind. I was half-asleep when the sky rumbled. I ignored it and finally fell asleep.

BEEP BEEP! 

BEEP BEEP!

"go away."

BEEP BEEP!

I flip my hand up and get my voice. I groan.

"what the hell.." My nose was stuffy. My head hurt and my body ached. I coughed dryly. Taking a look at my phone, the bright screen blinded my eyes. I closed my eyes and knew I had to get up. I closed my phone and laid on my bed. My head pounded. 

"oh god..am I sick?" I coughed and inhaled. My voice was much deeper. I knew I had to get up for school. I don't think I can stay home. Both of my parents are out. I slowly pushed myself up.

"erghhh.." Putting my hand on my forehead, I felt a bit of heat. I probably got sick from last nights rain. I push the duvet off and climb out of bed. Nearly stumbling on my door, I walked to the bathroom. More like shuffled but you get the idea.

I washed my face and sneezed a couple of times. ew..

"I hate being sick." I wiped my nose and sniffed. It didn't help. It just made my nose more blocked. I shuffled to the kitchen, maybe I should eat something warm. I made some tea and toast. Looking at what I just made I scrunch up my nose.

"I don't feel like eating" I concluded and took the tea only. It burned my throat but I knew it would help. I felt a bit better but it wasn't entirely enough. I shrugged and walked to my room. What to wear..Honestly I don't care. Picking through my clothes I got some over-sized jeans. Now for the sweater..

"no, no, ew green, no, no, no, that doesn't even fit me, no no-" I flicked through my sweaters. Why do all of them look so plain. Something picked my eyes.

"Is that *sniff* Michaels sweater?" I took it out. I really didn't give it back to him huh. I looked at the sweater and remembered last night. I get to see him again. My mood felt a bit higher. I wore my clothes. 

The sweater smelt a bit like vanilla. Only a little. I did wash it, but the smell was still there. It was really comfortable. I did my hair into a quick bun and left the house. It felt nice to be outside but it was freezing. I sneezed and covered my nose with a tissue. I was not gonna let Michaels sweater get dirty.

I went on the bus and sniffed in my spot. The bus was quiet and a bit warm so it was nice. I leaned on the window and looked outside. It was one of those really cold but sunny days. My head hurt and my eyelids felt really heavy.

"I didn't know you would miss me that much princess" 

I jumped at the sound of his voice. Since when did he get here? I turned and saw Michael.

"oh. hi" I said coldly and hugged my arms. I was happy to see him but I was sick.

"How come you're so dry?" Michael sat down next to me and turned to look at my tired face. I was going to tell him that I was sick but- I didn't.

"Im just- tired. The storm kept me up all night" I cleared my throat, I didn't want to cough. Michael clicked his tongue.

"Well alright." Michael tilted his head to me and had some sort of dreamy smile.

"I get you're desperate but what?" I gave him a tired look. He smirked.

"mmm yea but it's just that you're wearing my sweater. I think you missed me after that kiss" He wiggled his eyebrows. My eyes widened and I remembered what happened last night. The stumbling..when he wanted me to keep touching his hair.