A/n: I don't own anything mentioned in this. This used to be Paul x reader. This is the first fanfic I ever wrote. I added some more stuff to it but it was basically untouched for a few months.
I woke up to Ace cuddling me, his face in my chest and arms wrapped tightly around me. I looked up at the clock. "10:30 am. Ugh" I thought to myself. I nudged Ace.
"Hey, it's 10:30." I said, putting a hand on his face.
"Mmh" he groaned back.
"We, well, you need to get up." I said trying to tilt his chin up to look at me.
"Mmh mmh. No." He replied sleepily.
"Do you want to be late?" I asked.
"I don't feel good." He replied.
"What's wrong?" I asked him, rubbing his back.
"My head hurts. My stomach hurts. My throat hurts. I just. Ugh" he replied hugging me tighter. I gently pat his back and ask if he wants some tylenol, at least to help with his head. He nodded his head and I got up. I went to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. But I couldn't find any. Then I checked the cabinets. None.
"Looks like we don't have any. Do you want me to go get some?" I asked him, sitting on the bed and putting a hand on his forehead.
"No. It's fine." He replied in a groggy voice.
"Are you sure? Because I can go get some-"
"No. It's fine. I'll be okay." He replied.
"If you want me to get some, let me know." I got a nod and groan as a reply.
"Do you want me to call the others and tell them you're sick?" I ask reaching for my phone.
"Mhm" he nods his head as he brings his knees close to his chest and shoving his face in a pillow.
"Okay." I call Gene first.
"Hey Gene."
"Hey y/n. What's up?" He replies.
"Ace isn't feeling good. He won't be able to make it to practice." I tell him.
"Oh. Do you guys need anything?" He asked, sounding kind of worried.
"Tylenol?" I reply, knowing that Ace wanted it, but didn't want me to leave him.
"Ok. Have you told the others yet?"
"No. I was gonna call Paul next." I tell him.
"Okay. Should I tell Eric? I'm with him right now." He tells me.
"Yeah. Thanks." I tell him.
"Okay. Hopefully he gets better soon." He says sighing.
"Yeah. Hopefully. It is flu season. I'm hoping it isn't that."
"Yeah. Well, I'll talk to you in a little bit." He said.
"Yeah. Bye."
"Bye." He hung up.
Next, I call Paul.
"Hey Paul." I say.
"Hey. What's up? Is everything okay?" He asked.
"Yeah. Ace's sick. Genes bringing him tylenol." I tell him.
"Oh that sucks. I hope he gets better." Paul says, sighing.
"Yeah. Me too."
"What did he say is wrong?" He asked curiously.
"He has a headache and a stomach ache. His throat hurts." I say.
"Oh. That sucks." He says.
"Yeah. I'll talk to you later. Bye." I tell him.
"Okay. Bye." He replied and hung up.
About 20 minutes passed and Gene came over with Eric and the tylenol for Ace. They both looked worried as they stepped into mine and Ace's one bedroom NYC apartment.
"Is he doing any better?" Gene asked trying to look into the bedroom.
"I don't think so. He keeps groaning and stuff like that." I tell him with a worried expression on my face. Just then, I heard Ace get up and rush into the bathroom. I followed after him and saw him gagging over the toilet.
"Yeah, he clearly isn't feeling any better." Eric said after following me to the bathroom. He stood just outside the door. Gene was grossed out, understandably, and tossed the tylenol to Eric, who put it on the counter.
"Well, we should go. Hope you feel better soon Ace." Eric said, his head falling a little bit. Ace nodded, then vomited into the toilet.
Gene put an arm around Eric and they both left.
When they were gone, I got the tylenol and asked Ace if he wanted to try to take some.
"Yeah, but what if I can't keep it down?" He asked, arm propped up on the toilet and holding his head.
"Then you can try again later. If you don't want to, you don't have to. It might help though. If you can keep it down." I slightly pouted at the last bit. He took a breath.
"Ok." He flushed the toilet and put his hand out. I handed the bottle to him and a swish cup with water. He put two pills and the water in his mouth and swallowed. He stayed there for a few minutes just in case, but he kept it down.
He went back to our room and layed down on the bed. He pulled the covers over his body and put his face in a pillow. I was about to leave the room, but then he called me.
"y/n."
"Yeah?" I asked, stopping outside the door.
"Can you come here?" He asked, peeking from the pillow.
"Yeah. Did you need something?" I asked, coming up to the bed. He waved his hand for me to come closer.
"Did you need so-" I got cut off my Ace tightly hugging me.
"Yeah. Cuddles." He replied, shoving his head into my chest.
"Aww. Your so cute." I told him, hugging him back.
"I love you." He told me.
"I love you too, Ace."
We both shut our eyes and fell asleep around noon in each others arms.
I woke up an hour later to Ace pushing off of me and running to the bathroom again. I could hear him vomiting. I went to the bathroom and found him hunched over the toilet again.
"Your feeling bad again?" I asked sleepily.
"Mhm-" he replied and gagged.
"I would ask if u want more tylenol, but you shouldn't take more than two pills in two hours" I said. He groaned and gagged again.
"Do you want some water maybe?" I asked him, tilting my head.
"Mhm." He replies. I go into the kitchen and grab him a cup and fill it with water from the filter in the fridge.
"Here." I hand it to him.
"Thanks." He wiped his mouth with some toilet paper and took a sip. He held it in his mouth for a minute, then swallowed it.
"Does your throat still hurt?" I ask him as I sit on the edge of the bathtub next to him.
"Mhm. My head doesn't hurt as bad though, I guess that's-" he paused and he gagged slightly "I guess that's good. "Clearly my stomach still hurts." He says. I chuckle a bit.
"Yeah." I say.
When he was done, we went back to our room and I put on a true crime show. I was sitting propped up on the wall with a pillow behind me. Ace inched on top of me until he was almost fully on me. He covered his eyes with his arm and a blanket and nuzzled into my shoulder. His right leg was across my waist and his left arm was behind my neck. I messed with his hair, listening to the show and softly kissing his hand. He grabbed my hand that I was playing with his hair with and put it on his chest and held it there for a minute, before kissing it. I then rubbed his neck before moving back to his hair.
"Aww. You're being really cute right now love." I say, kissing his head again.
"Mmh." He groaned and pressed his head further into my shoulder and hugged me tighter. I just stared at him. Eventually, he fell asleep.
I woke up at 3 am, again to Ace throwing up. He shut the door. I think he was trying to not wake me up. I went in there and saw him starting to cry with his head over the toilet. He noticed me.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." He choked out.
"It's fine. Are you okay? Why are you crying?" I ask him, sitting on the tub again, hand on his back.
"I just...ugh. I can't breathe now cuz of course my nose is clogged now. And my throat still hurts so it hurts to breathe. I guess I sound sexy though." He said. I chuckled when he said he sounds sexy. I agree.
"You do. Can't lie about that." I replied.
"Can you get me some water please?" He asked me, sounding ashamed.
"Yeah. Of course." I went into the kitchen and got him a glass of water.
"Do you wanna take some more tylenol?" I ask handing him the water.
"Thanks and yeah." He replied back, standing up slowly. I got two pills for him and handed them to him. He drank some more water, then went back to our room and collapsed on the bed. I went over to him and cuddled him. He snaked his arms around my back and into my hair.
*time skip*
I woke up and looked at the clock. It was only 9 am. I looked down to see Ace nuzzled between my neck and the pillow I was laying on.
"Aww. He's so cute." I thought. Gene texted him, but I couldn't see it and it wasn't my business either way. I reached for my phone to tell him Ace was still asleep but I saw he texted. He asked if it was okay to come over with Eric. I said it was.
*time skip*
I was scrolling through Instagram when I heard a knock at the door. Ace was still fast asleep. I went to the door and looked through the peephole to make sure it was Gene and Eric, which it was, so I opened the door.
"Hi. Just thought we'd stop by. See how Ace is feeling." Gene says as he walks into our apartment after Eric.
"He's still asleep. He woke at 3 am, well, I woke up at 3 am, to him throwing up." I said, leaning on the counter.
"Oh. That's not good." He said.
"Yeah." I said. A few seconds later, I heard Ace groan. I went to our room to see if he was ok. Gene and Eric follow me.
"Hey Ace. How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Better than yesterday. I still feel bad though." He said and rubbed his eyes.
"What still hurts?" I ask, taking a sip of water.
"Everything that did yesterday. I kind of feel like I might throw up. But yeah. And I feel a little cold." He said.
"Oh. Do you want my hoodie?" I ask him, taking off my oversized hoodie that would even be big on him.
"It's fine. I'll just use a blanket." He says. I drape it over his shoulders. He wanted it but felt embarrassed with Gene and Eric in the room.
"Here. I know you want it." I kiss his cheek.
"Hmh. Thanks." He said, pulling it over his arms.
"Yeah. That hoodie is definitely massive, y/n. It doesn't even fit Ace." Gene chuckles. Eric laughs too.
"See? I knew you wanted to wear it." I said and kissed his cheek. Ace blushed, then coughed.
"Aw, he really doesn't look good." Eric says sadly, walking over to us on the bed.
"If you guys need anything, just call. Gene and I are gonna be leaving in a minute." He says and gives both of us a hug.
"I will." I reply.
"Alright Eric. Ready?" Gene asks and Eric nods his head, getting up.
"Yeah."
"Ok. Hope you get better soon Ace." Gene says as he leaves our bedroom.
Once they leave I turn to Ace, and place my hand on his forehead. I take my hand off and he coughs a few times.
"Do you want some water darlin?" I ask and he nods. I grab my water from beside the bed, where I put it and hand it to him. He opens it and takes a few small sips, then holds it in his hand for a minute and coughs a few more times, before taking a few more sips. I ask him if he's done once he closes it and he nods, before wrapping a blanket around himself and shivering.
"Do you want anything to eat or do you wanna try and go back to sleep?" I ask him and he lays down.
"I just wanna try to sleep." He sniffles. It sounds like he's starting to cry, but that could just be how he sounds from being sick.
"Aw, you must be feeling awful love." I say, stroking his cheek gently, before laying down next to him, letting him cuddle me.
A/n
this is what I have so far hope u liked it. Ik it was kinda long.