A/N: Play the song in the multimedia section AFTER reading this.
Carry on lovelies.
When I woke up this morning, I knew that something’s wrong. My head hurts like hell and I feel hotter than usual.
“Will you be okay sweetie?” My mum sat at my bed.
“I’ll be fine mum. Go or you’ll miss your flight.”
“Honey, we need to go.” Dad said. He’s going to drive my mum to the airport. Mum has some dentist conference to attend to; she’ll be there for three days.
“Okay.” She kissed the top of my head.
“You know my shoe size!” I yelled.
Mason doesn’t know that I’m sick. He wasn’t able to pick me up this morning because Stella’s car broke down and he drove her to work. I’m sure he’s called me by now but I’m too lazy to reach for my phone, all I want to do today is stay in bed and sleep, probably watch movies or read a book.
I reached for the glass of water at my bedside table and drank it along with the medicine my mum left there.
I’m still not feeling well when I woke up. I looked at my phone to check the time. Its 30 minutes past 11. That explains why my stomach is growling. The pill I drank worked and my headache has toned down now. I took my time to stretch, one arm after another.
“Morning.” I stopped my stretching and looked at the direction of where the voice came. Mason’s sitting beside my bed, arms casually crossed at his chest.
“You should be in school.” I said.
“You weren’t returning my calls, or texts. I got worried so I came here.” He explained. This made my heart skip.
“I’m sick.” I sat up.
“You’re not mad?” I asked.
“No. Hearing you snore made up for it.” he grinned.
“I don’t snore.”
“Yeah you do.” he chuckled then stood up. He sat at my bed and placed his hand on my forehead, then at my neck. “How are you feeling?”
“Ok.” He stood up, faced the doorway then bent his knees.
“What are you doing?”
“Hop on.” He looked at me. “This is a once in a lifetime piggyback ride so come on.”
I smiled and hopped on his back.
“I’m too old for this you know.”
“You’re ruining the moment.” He replied. “Shut up.” He chuckled.
I playfully smacked his shoulder and rested my head on his back as we descended the stairs and made our way into the kitchen. He then carefully placed me down on a stool on the kitchen counter. He opened our fridge and searched for something to eat.
“Your mom made you noodles.” He said, his head still stuck inside the fridge. He pulled out a container with my name on it. “I’ll heat it.”
I placed a hand on my chin as I watch him place the container in the microwave and then make milk. The call of nature is what disrupted my observation.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Bathroom.” I pointed to that direction.
He shrugged. I quickly went to the bathroom, took a leak, splashed my face with water and brushed my teeth. My meal was already prepared when I came back.
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