Dylan O'Brien Imagines

15. Sick// Stuart

It was a long day, and I was on my way home to Stuart, my favorite song Here's to Growing Up blaring through the car. I pull into the driveway, and usually when I come home, I'd hear loud music in the house, Stuart dancing around, and I'd usually find him dancing around in the living room on the couch. But I didn't hear anything. This is the first time I've come home to a quiet house in a long time..

I made my way inside after grabbing my backpack from the back seat. I locked the door, set my stuff down on the island counter. I began looking around the house, and I didn't find anything. I, then, looked in the living room just to find my adorable Stuart curled up on the couch, fast asleep. I took his glasses off, covered him in a blanket and kissed his forehead, rubbing his forehead.

I walked upstairs to get changed into my pj's, and walked back downstairs to get some Advil for my excruciating headache. I went back upstairs and crawled into bed. I wished Stuart was awake so he could come up and sleep with me, but he looked so tired and peaceful.

I woke up almost 3 in the morning to the sound of someone moaning. It was a faint sound, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the light on underneath the bathroom door. "Stuart?" I said, standing from the bed and knocking on the bathroom door. It was unlocked so I just walked in. I saw him leaning on the sink counter, his head in his hands. "You okay, babe?" I asked, rubbing his back. "I don't really know. I've just been really tired lately, and I've had terribly painful headaches, and my stomach is just giving me a really hard time. Oh my god," He gasps as he drifts to the side and falls to the floor, kneeling down next to the toilet and vomiting into it. "Aww... poor Stuart." I sighed, rubbing his back.

I think he was finished when he leaned back onto the wall and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked over at me and gave me a small, fake smile. I gave him a sympathetic smile as I helped him up off the floor. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder so I could hold him up and we began walking downstairs. We went into the kitchen and I filled a glass with water. I handed it to Stuart along with two Advil's. He swallowed them as I asked, "Stuart, are you tired?" He nodded his head no as he continued to swallow down the water. "You wanna watch a movie? I'm not really tired either anyways." He set his glass down and put it in the sink. "That sounds like a great idea." He told me with a slight grin, looking my way as he leaned on the counter.

We walked to the living room, putting in Pitch Perfect and sitting on the couch together. Even though Stuart was sick, I really didn't care. He wrapped his arms around me as I leaned on his chest. Throughout the movie, I began to get really tired. I think Stuart was too because he started drifting to the side, and he took me with him, falling on his side. I snuggled into him and kissed his cheek, the both of us falling asleep.

Before I knew it, I was in the bathroom, vomiting like Stuart was earlier. I think it might've been about 6 in the morning, and I think I got what Stuart had.

He had come into the bathroom a few minutes later and held my hair up. He looked like he was feeling a bit better after the past few hours, but I, on the other hand, did not look good. I felt like shit, my stomach hurt more than I thought it could, and my headache got worse.

After I was done, I stood up and looked up at Stuart. "Stewie, I think I got what you had." He laughed, and he picked me up, carrying me upstairs, bridal style. He set me on the bed, took my glasses off and kissed my forehead. He crawled into bed with me and even though it was morning and light outside, we both went back to bed, needing all the rest the both of us can get, as I get wrapped up in Stuart's arms, his hand rubbing my tummy. 

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This is really that good, I don't think any of mine are really that good. But I can only hope, right? lol Well I hope you guys like it and plz comment and vote and request.

~ Katie