I laid in bed coughing. Honestly, i hate being sick. I sighed and got up, going to get myself another box of tissues and glass of water, when the door got knocked on. I walked over to it and opened it, revealing Kian.
"Are you sick? You look pale! I brought you some ice cream, i saw your Instagram. Some chicken soup too." He said. I nodded.
"Yea i'm sick. Thank you!" I smiled.
"Go into your bed. I'll get you some soup and a cup of water." He said shoeing me off no matter how many time i rejected the offer. A couple minutes later he came up stairs with a bowl of soup and glass of water, with an extra box of tissue's.
"Thank you, but you probably shouldn't cuddle me i'll get you si-"
He interrupted me by climbing on to the other side of the bed.
"I don't care. That would mean you would take care of me, so there." He gave me a peck on the lips before cuddling up to me, making sure i was okay every so often.
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-M