Vlog Squad Imagines {Discontinued}

h.h - fluff

Warnings: none, just a precious baby.

Trying to unlock a door with five grocery bags is a lot harder than it seems. I texted my boyfriend Heath, asking him to come help but I never got a reply. I drop the bags on the ground as soon as I get in, my fingers thanking me.

"Heath? Baby, are you home?" I get no reply, but I could've sworn I saw his car in the parking garage. I put the groceries away, and make my way to our bedroom, assuming Heath is most likely sleeping.

My eyes nearly pop out of my head when I open the door. There's tissues everywhere, a bucket next to the bed, and a very pale boyfriend wrapped in a blanket. I start picking up all the trash, trying to be as quiet as I can. Before I can get out the door, I hear Heath calling me.

"Y/N? Can you make me soup?" His voice was so raspy, and you could obviously tell his nose was incredibly stuffy.

"Of course baby, I'll be right back." I close the door softly, making my way to the kitchen.

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I come back to Heath, a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup in my hands. My heart just about melts when I see Heath curled in a ball, sleeping somewhat peacefully. As much as I wanted to let him continue sleeping, I knew he probably hadn't eaten all day.

"Heath, baby you gotta get up, you need to eat something." He stirs in his sleep, a groan leaving his throat.

"Noooo, just come cuddle with me." Heath looked at me with his big brown eyes, giving me that stupidly convincing pouty look.

"Fine, but you need to eat after, ok?" He rolls his eyes, pulling me down next to him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Heath wraps his arms around me, his head tucking into the crook of my neck, and soon enough I could feel his breathing slow down and eventually, I felt mine slow down too.

My last thought before I fell into sleep was, "I swear to god if this boy gets me sick..."