For lipstick love, hope you'll like it. It has been raining for about two days here and it kinda inspired me:)
Also, it would mean a lot to me if you checked out OC fan fiction I am working on, because...ya know, feedback always wanted, especially to someone who doesn't speak english as a first language. So sorry for bugging you with this:)
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You really, really, really hate being sick. All that sneezing, coughing, sniffling, wiping your nose and many other things. You are at home, doing nothing except for watching videos on YouTube and binge watching movies on your computer.
Door to your room open widely, revealing your concerned mother with a tray in her hands.
"How are you feeling, sweetie?"
"I feel like shit, mom."
"Watch your language, baby."
"But it's true," you whine and pull a tissue out of a huge Kleenex box, which is right next to your right hip, cleaning your nose. Your mom sighs and places her soft hand on your heated forehead: "You poor baby. Have you called Colin yet?"
You look at her and it hits you. Today you were supposed to go out with Colin, your boyfriend of few months. But in your condition...
"Mom, what can I do? I didn't call him..."
"Thought so, because he called here."
"He did what?"
"He called here. I told him you were sick and your date is probably postponed until you get better."
"Mom!"
"He understood. But next time you should tell him yourself."
You are really not in the mood for scolding and you bury your head in a comforter: "Mom! He'll probably leave me now."
"Actually, he is coming over."
WHAT!?
Thirty minutes pass and your hope he won't show up grows bigger. Not that you don't want to see him, but you are not in a condition to be seen. Your hope dies when someone rind a doorbell and you hear your mother's welcoming voice: "Colin! How nice of you to come here. She is in her room. Upstairs, first door when you get there."
"Thank you, Miss Y/L/N. It's no problem, I wanna see how is she doing."
When you hear his footsteps coming upstairs, you look around your room, trying to see if you have any hiding spots. But a soft knock on your door stops you and your face lights up as you hear Colin's soft voice: "Y/N, may I come in?"
"Y-Yeah."
First thing you do when he comes in is hide your face. You hear his quiet footsteps and the bed squeaks when he sits down next to you. His fingers gently wrap around your wrists and he pulls your palms away from your face. His eyes are soft as he kisses your forehead, leaving his lips to linger on your hot forehead.
"I look horrible, Colin," you whine. He moves away from you, his eyes locking with yours: "Y/N, I don't care how do you look like right now. I love you because of who you are not because of what you look like. If you were a top model with a shitty personality, I would never ask you out. It's who you are. Your sense of humor, your ability to listen and to find the right words. It's how you understand hockey is my job and not a hobby."
"You are just being nice," I stifle and sneeze. He chuckles and gives you a tissue: "You sound like a sneezing cat."
"Thank you?"
"No, no, I meant nothing bad. It's just so cute."
You look up at him, your eyes squinted, red and puffy from all your sneezing and coughing.
"Now you are lying."
"No, I am not. It really is."
He leans down to kiss you, but you push him away: "Don't do this, you'll get sick."
Instead of kissing you, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you to his chest. You lean your head on him and close your eyes, listening comforting sound of his heartbeat. He wraps on of his arms around your torso while the other one is still around your shoulders. No talking is needed, you both enjoy in each other's presence, but your moment is interrupted when your mom walks in.
"Y/N, I am going to your aunt's. Will you two stay here or will you move downstairs. The TV is on, the fire is lit, so everything is ready if you want to go downstairs."
"Thanks, mom, but I think I am not in a condition to walk down the stairs," you smile sadly and your heart breaks at the thought of a warm and cozy fireplace.
"Say hi to auntie Y/A/N in my name, please."
"I will, don't worry. Look after my daughter, Colin."
"I will, miss Y/L/N. She is in good hands."
"Never doubted that. Goodbye you two."
She leaves your room and soon you hear her car drive away. Colin pulls you closer to him again and hums in a crown of your head: "Wanna go downstairs and watch some TV?"
"But...I feel really bad..."
He unwraps his arms from around you, crawls out of bed and scoops you in his arms.
"Who said anything about walking anywhere?"
"Colin, are you insane. You'll get hernia!"
"Nonsense. Just stop wiggling, I don't wanna come downstairs faster than it's healthy."
Laughing, you wrap your arms around his neck and let him carry you downstairs. When in living room, he gently sets you down on a couch and tucks you in the softest and warmest comforter he finds. He then walks into a kitchen where you hear him opening cupboards. A minute later he comes back, a huge cup of hot water and a teabag in his hands.
"Scoot over," he teases and sits down next to you. He gently holds your head and pulls it onto his lap. His fingers gently tangle into you hair, massaging your scalp time to time.
"What do you want to watch?"
After a coughing attack, you say weakly: "Slap Shot, please?"
"I like your way of thinking," he grins and stands up again, heading over to the DVD player where he finds Slap Shot. He puts it into the device and comes back to you and leans your head back on his lap while setting the movie.
Halfway through the movie you feel your eyelids getting heavier. You yawn and look up at Colin, who is in about the same state as you are. Except for his eyes are closed and his mouth slightly open. You smile at your cute boyfriend napping with your head resting on his lap. You softly blow some air on his chin and giggle quietly as he shifts his head to avoid annoying feeling of air tickling his skin. You raise your hand and tickle his chin, making him open his eyes.
"Y/N! Why did you wake me?"
"I was lonely," you pout and grin. He sighs and rolls his eyes: "But why did you tickle me to wake me up?"
"Because you were so cute," you answer and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. He smiles down at you and pecks your forehead: "Shut up. You are cuter. How are you feeling?"
"A bit better," you manage to say before start sneezing again. Through the endless sneezes, you hear him chuckle and he leans over you, reaching for a cup of tea.
"You have to drink," he pulls you up with one hand and leans you on his chest. He puts cold ceramic mug to your lips and you take a sip of now a bit colder herbal tea.
"Thank you, Colin."
"Anytime, sweetie. You need anything else?"
"Nope. I have everything I need. A blanket, a cup of tea, a TV and the best boyfriend in the world taking care of me."
"You are such a cheeseball," he laughs and wraps a strand of your hair around his finger.
"I know. You are making me cheesy. Colin, can you draw the curtain, please?"
He looks at you with a questionable look in his eyes, but gets up anyway and goes to the big windows and draws the curtains. When you look outside, your lips curve into a smile. The sky outside is grey and cold, heavy raindrops pounding on the glass of the windows.
"Can you part-open the window, please?" you ask Colin, who now seems to understand why you wanted him to draw the curtains. He knows how much you love rain, well, listening to it while being wrapped under blankets with a good movie playing the background or a book in your hands and a cup of tea.
"Is it okay now?" he asks as he opens the window and leans to head to the side. You giggle at his pose and smile: "It's perfect, thank you, Colin."
He crawls back on the couch with no answer and for the countless time tonight, gently holds your head and places it on his lap.
It may sound cheesy, but laying on a couch with a movie playing in the background and the sound of falling rain drops, is the perfect way to spend a lazy day with your boyfriend, who doesn't seem to care how sick you are or how horrible you look when sick, because, let's admit it, everyone look horrible when sick. When you first met him, you knew he was nice and well behaved, but with tonight's visit he has proven how much you really mean to him.
Somewhere through out the movie, you both fall asleep, his arms securely around your waist and your arm resting over his lap. When your mom comes home she finds you tangled together, Colin's head resting on his shoulder and yours where he set it. On his lap.
You wake up when you hear storm starting outside and once again, wake Colin up. Your health got a bit better now, but still you remain wrapped in a blanket and close to Colin as you watch the storm rage outside.