"What's going on?" Dad ask. I heard his footsteps walking towards us, and then he put a hand on my back.
I ignored him, and put my face farther into Uncle Louis' chest.
"I think she's got a cold." Uncle Louis said. Great. Here comes the babying.
"Awe, baby. We're almost home. And then you can take a nap, okay?" He asked, smoothing my hair down.
I nodded, and went to hug Dad instead. He picked me up in bridal style, and carried me to the couch.
He laid me down, and put a blanket over me. I sighed in satisfaction.
"I'm right here if you need anything, okay?" He asked. I nodded, closing my eyes.
"What's wrong with Eve?" I heard Uncle Niall ask, walking towards me.
He put his hand on my forehead, and I just kept my eyes closed. I already knew how it all went down.
"She's got a cold." Dad said.
And that's all I heard as I drifted to sleep.
I woke up, and stretched out my arms and legs. I opened my eyes, and saw that I was on the couch, in the living room, with my feet propped up on Uncle Zayn.
Everybody else was sitting in the other two couches that we had, watching the little league baseball game.
I yawned, and everybody put their attention on me.
"What time is it?" I asked. Uncle Harry looked at his phone, and back to me.
"About 3:00." He said. We were on the plane leaving at about 12. So, I slept about two or three hours.
"How are you feeling?" Dad asked. I sighed. This is when the big 'Payno' checkup comes.
"Not much better." I said, sneezing after that. Dang it.
"Okay. Sit up." He said. He went to his room and got his kit, and came back.
"Dad, I don't want to go through this." I whined, pulling the cover around me so I wasn't so cold.
"Come on, Eve. I gotta see what's up." He said. And that's when it all started.
He brought out all of the items that he would need, and started the checkup.
He checked my throat, my temperature, and everything else that a doctor does to you.
"Yup. You've got a cold. Lou, do you think you could get her some of these if she doesn't feel better tomorrow?" Dad asked, handing Uncle Louis the note for prescription.
"Yeah, just tell me and I'll bring it into work tomorrow." He said, putting it in his wallet.
And that is how it is when you're sick. But there's always more.
"Lay back down, sweetie." Dad said. "I'm going to go make you some soup. Do you need anything?"
"Do you think you could bring me my phone?" I asked, coughing a little bit.
"Yeah. I'll be back." He said, running up the stairs.
He came back down, and handed it to me.
"Thank you." I said. He nodded, and kissed my forehead, and then went to the kitchen.
I looked at my phone, and saw that I had a lot of texts, snapchats, and Twitter notifications.
The texts were from Jack, and the only reason my Dad didn't see them is because the Twitter notifications were at the top.
I text Jack back, saying how I was out of town and left my phone, and started watching the game.
Dad came back in a few minutes later, and he had my soup ready. I grinned, and started eating it.
"Do you think we could go school shopping tomorrow?" I asked.
"No, you've got a cold." Dad said. I shrugged.
"So? Just because I'm feeling poor today, doesn't mean I will tomorrow." I told him.
"If you feel better we will. If you so much as cough, we won't." He said.
I rolled my eyes. He's always does this.
The next day
I was worse. I felt like my head was going to explode. And my stomach was even worse.
"How are yo- oh my god." Dad said, walking into the room.
He ran over to me, and put a hand on my forehead. He sighed.
"I'm... Fine." I said, coughing in between the words.
"No you're not. Guess you're in bed rest today." Dad said, sighing.
"Can I at least go on the couch?" I asked him, sniffling.
"Yes, baby. Come on." He said, picking me up bridal style, and taking me downstairs.
I snuggled up into him, feeling like the house was 10 degrees.
He laid me on the couch, and propped my feet on his lap. I went and snuggled into his side.
"You don't need my body warmth, but I'll let it slide." He mumbled.
"Thank you." I said, watching what was on telly.
"Still feeling sick?" Uncle Zayn asked, walking downstairs with everybody else behind him.
I nodded, and sniffed.
"Don't sniff, blow." Dad said, handing me a tissue.
"I hate blowing my nose. I'm more of the hack it up and spit it out kind of person." I told him.
"That's gross." Uncle Niall mumbled.
"I know you are, but you have to blow your nose because this will make you more sick." He said.
I groaned, and took the tissue out of his hand, blowing my nose.
"There." I said, sighing.
"Thank you." He said, kissing my forehead. I nodded, and pulled my phone out.
I turned to the side so Dad wouldn't see, and texted Jack.
He immediately responded.
Hey, love x
He called me love! Awe!
We kept texting back and forth for a while, and he even told me that his Mum wants to meet me.
No way. I'd be too nervous.
Meeting his Mum? Nope.
Lucy came over to me, and hopped in the couch. She sat by me, and laid her head on my thigh.
Dad looked at me, and to Lucy. He hates it when she's on the couch.
"Please let her stay." I said, looking at him with puppy eyes.
Hopefully tomorrow's better.
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