in this oneshot, Griffin and Harper are 15 years old. they both live in the Tremont and the hotel is open. but what happens when Harper goes in to his room one morning to wake up Griffin and he's not at his best?
"Where is that boy?" Ben sighed, wondering where his oldest son was. He was currently checking guests in at the Tremont standing next to his co-owners daughter, Harper Dunn, also known as Griffin's girlfriend/best friend.
"I don't know. Normally Griff is up at the crack of dawn. He's normally already sitting in the dining room for breakfast when I groggily walk down the stairs." Harper agreed, finding the situation weird.
"Where's Griffin?" Sarah asked, confused, walking into the room.
"I wish I could tell you." Ben sighed.
"Yeah, he didn't taste test the breakfast I made this morning. It's like our little routine." Jess agreed, following Sarah into the room.
"Well can someone go get him, I need his help checking the outlets, we had a power outage last night." Sarah asked.
"I'll go see what's going on." Harper said. The parents nodded and Harper trotted up the stairs. Once she reached the top, she wandered down the hall to a certain door that she knew by heart. The door was a bright white, like the rest of the suite doors, but it was decorated with music stickers. She lightly knocked and when she didn't get an answer, she cracked the door lightly.
She peeked into the room to see Griffin still snuggled underneath the covers wearing his blue flannel pajama pants, shirtless. He was sound asleep. Harper sighed and walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. It was unlike Griffin to sleep in like this. It was almost 11 in the morning! Griffin was normally up at 6!
She smiled lightly as he breathed softly, clearly exhausted. She gently played with his sandy blonde hair. His eyes tiredly fluttered open. He groaned and shoved his face back into the pillow.
"Griff, its almost 10 o'clock, love. Time to wake up. Your mom needs help downstairs." Harper said lightly, still entangling her fingers in his messy hair. Griffin sighed.
"Okay." He complained. His voice was hoarse and crackly, not his usual morning voice. He sounded nasally too, like how he sounded before puberty. He sniffed loudly.
"Griffin, are you feeling okay?" Harper asked, worried. Griffin groaned.
"Not really." He sighed.
"What's wrong?" Harper asked.
"My nose is stuffy, my stomach hurts, and I'm achy." Griffin explained.
"Hold on. Wait here." Harper instructed. He nodded and laid back down in bed. Harper hopped back down the stairs and found Sarah.
"Is Griffin coming, kiddo?" Sarah asked.
"About that. He's actually not feeling good. Can you check his temp while I get him the leftovers from breakfast?" Harper asked. Sarah frowned, hating it when any of her babies were sick.
"Of course, Harp." Sarah said, heading off towards the bathroom to get the main first aid kit.
In the kitchen, Harper grabbed the plate of leftovers out of the fridge and popped it into the microwave for two minutes. Once it was ready, she poured him a glass of orange juice, pulp free of course, and set it on a tray getting ready to take it upstairs.
Once she arrived back in the teen boy's room, she saw Sarah sitting on the bed, taking Griff's temp.
"Yikes." Sarah seethed.
"What is it?" Harper asked, worried.
"102. Griff, you're gonna take it easy for the day." Sarah instructed.
"I feel fine, mom, I'll be fine." Griffin protested.
"Absolutely not. One, don't overwork yourself, you need to feel better not worse. Two, we can't have you getting guests sick." Sarah explained. Griffin sighed and reluctantly agreed. Harper sat the food tray in front of him and smiled before exiting the room with Sarah.
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A few hours later, Harper walked into his room to check on Griffin.
"Hey, love, how you feeling?" Harper asked hopefully. Her face fell as she looked at the plate she had brought up for breakfast. He had barely touched his food and the glass of orange juice only had a few very small sips taken out of it. Griffin just groaned in response. Harper frowned and sat next to him on the bed, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He snuggled closer to his pillow.
Harper rubbed his back until he fell asleep, snoring lightly and peacefully.
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That evening, Griffin was starting to feel a little better. Not much granted, but slightly better. He was watching a movie while sitting up against his bed headboard and scrolling through guitars for sale on his phone.
Harper gently knocked.
"Come in." Came Griffin's stuffy nosed reply. Harper opened the door and closed it behind her, carrying yet another tray of food in. The breakfast tray had remained practically untouched but Harper hoped he would eat something this time.
"Hungry?" Harper asked.
"Not really." Griffin replied honestly.
"There's white rice and a ginger ale. I think you should at least have some of that, it'll calm your stomach down." Harper offered. Griffin lightly shook his head.
"Not now, Harp." Griffin refused. Harper sighed. She opened up the ginger ale.
"Two sips?" She asked. Griffin chuckled lightly.
"You don't give up, do you?" He asked jokingly. She shook her head with a smile. He reluctantly took the can and had a couple slow sips before setting the soda on his nightstand.
"Now a couple bites of rice?" Harper asked.
"Now you're pushing it." Griffin laughed. Harper chuckled.
"Okay, okay, I surrender." She joked, putting both hands in the air. Sarah came up minutes later and checked Griffin's temperature once more.
"100.5. It went down a little. Get some rest, kiddo, I'll see you in the morning." Sarah said, kissing her son on the forehead.
"Night mom, love you." Griffin said.
"Love you too, honey. Night, Harper." Sarah said, giving the girl a side hug.
"Night, Mrs. Campbell." She replied. Sarah walked out and Harper walked over to Griffin's bed, laying next to him.
They continued to watch the movie until eventually Harper looked at her watch and realized that she should let Griffin get some sleep.
"Good night, Griffin." Harper said gently, leaning in.
"Woah, Harper, what are you doing? I'm sick." Griffin protested.
"Oh well." Harper said, trying again.
"I don't wanna get you sick." Griffin complained, turning his head away.
Harper turned his face to look back at her and gently set her lips on his. Their lips moved in sync and Harper eventually broke the kiss.
"Oops, I guess I'm gonna get sick." Harper smirked.
"Don't come crying to me when you do." Griffin teased.
"Less school work for me! No complaints here!" Harper exclaimed. Griffin chuckled. He leaned in once more.
"I thought you were sick, Griffin?" Harper asked, feigning shock.
"You've already got it anyway, we can't let it be in vain now can we?" He shot back, kissing her again.
hope you guys enjoyed! feeling Griffin's pain right now, I think i'm getting sick! :( luckily I tested and its not COVID! anyways, on the bright side, we have Red Ribbon week at our school and since I go to a Catholic school we wear uniforms every day, but this week we have all dress downs! today was pajama day and of course I wore cute blue pj pants with white flowers and a black long sleeve tee! almost got dresscoded for wearing crocs, but luckily the principal was lenient today! tomorrow is flannel day!!
Long One!
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