Why Don't We • imagines/preferences

sick • JA

"y/n, are you sure you're alright?" Jack asked gripping onto my hand. "i'm alright, lets go!" i say attempting to get up but feel nauseous, today was Jack and I's 1 year anniversary and for a while now he has been planning to take me to Disney but of course i'm sick. "you're burning up"

"Jack, i'll be fine, i don't want to ruin today, its special and i know how much you've been planning" i say sitting up. "i'm fine, trust me" i was lying straight to his face, but i didn't want to ruin today. The truth is, all morning i've had the urge to puke, a headache that hasn't gone away

and hots and colds. "we can go another day you know" he says sitting back down next to me, "but it's our one year" i say in a soft tone, "i know, even if i'm sitting here holding your hair back as you puke, i don't care. i'm with you and that's all that matters. now how about we go 

downstairs and watch movies, eat crap, cuddle and have the best anniversary ever?" a smile appeared on both our faces. What did i ever do to deserve Jack? "are you sure? i feel bad" i was then lifted up by him and brung downstairs and put on the couch, "just wait here" i nodded and

a few minutes later he came back with some blankets, pillows, a stuffed bear and a bag full of something. "lets make a fort" he smiled and that brightened my mood even more, we ended up taking over the whole living room with our fort, on the inside was a heck load of pillows and the

big bear which was something Jack got me for my gift which was sweet. He sat down leaning on the pillows with his legs spread and motioned for me to come sit, i laid down in between his legs, leaning against his chest and he got the bag and threw out a whole bunch of junk food and 

medicine, "aw, baby" i say to Jack who just smiles. "i had this as a backup plan for tonight but it works for now" he smiled, for a few hours we sat in the fort just watching Netflix on my laptop cuddling, until i felt the urge to puke, i ran to the bathroom with Jack following behind me. I 

started to throw up and he held my hair back and rubbed my back, "my poor baby" he says in such a soft, calming, tone, after i felt like i couldn't bring anything else up we walked back to our spot and back to watching Netflix and stuffing our faces, "i love you" i comment, "i love you 

more" he replies "Impossible" i reply holding onto his hand that was on my thigh, "to bad, it's possible" he chuckled, he is honestly the best, i don't know what i did to deserve him.