Calum
I rang Calum's doorbell and waited for an answer. The door quickly opened to reveal Joy.
"Hey, Y/N, good to see you, thanks for coming around." She smiled.
"No problem. You know that I'd do anything for Calum." I replied.
"He's upstairs in his bedroom. Don't get too close, he's been coughing and sneezing all day." She advised.
"Lovely." I chuckled as I headed up the stairs and towards Calum's room. I opened the door to see him bent over the side of his bed, coughing and spluttering before lying back on his bed and spotting me.
"Hey, beautiful." He smiled weakly. I sighed at his state. He was wrapped in his bed sheets with only a pair of boxers covering him and the rest of his body being covered in a thin layer of sweat.
"Wow. You weren't kidding when you said that you were sick." I chuckled slightly as I took a seat next to him on the bed.
"Yeah, no shit." He muttered.
"You're going to love me so much." I spoke as I took out several boxes of medicine from my bag and laid them on the bed.
"Oh, my god, you're a lifesaver." He chuckled weakly, immediately downing two of the pills with a gulp of water.
"But I also bring tidings from school." I sighed as I pulled out a book full of notes.
"No, I'm sick, school work isn't going to make me feel better." He groaned.
"Well, the teacher said that if you don't get it done by the time you get back to school, you're in detention, so..." I shrugged as I sat against the headboard.
"Urgh, I'll do it later, but now, I want cuddles." He muttered, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in the crook of my neck.
"Your mum warned me not to get too close to you." I spoke.
"Oh well. We can be sick together." He sighed, closing his eyes.
Luke
I was woken up by Luke suddenly jolting out of bed and rushing out of the bedroom. I got up quickly, pulling his flannel on over my underwear as I walked into the corridor. Seeing that the bathroom light was on, I rushed along and saw Luke practically vomiting his guts out into the toilet bowl. I sighed, taking a seat on the side of the bathtub. Luke finished and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before slumping down on the floor next to the toilet. He ran a hand through the hair that was stuck to his forehead with sweat.
"Babe-."
"No, don't say it." He mumbled. I sighed as I grabbed a small hand towel from the cupboard and soaked it in cold water before pressing it against his forehead. He sighed in relief, tipping his head back against the counter.
"I know that you don't want to hear it, but I think you have the flu." I spoke.
"I can't have the flu, tour starts again in two days." Luke groaned.
"Baby, the boys and the fans will understand, you're too sick to stand up, let alone perform several two-hour shows." I sighed.
"I can't let them down." He mumbled.
"I get that but if you do perform, you'll get sicker and you'll put the boys at risk too and if they get it, that'll only make the situation worse." I said.
"Fuck." He muttered as he tried standing up.
"Luke, are you sure standing up is a good idea?" I asked as I rushed to help him, looping his arm over my shoulder.
"I'm not falling asleep next to the toilet, Y/N." he mumbled as he slumped back down on the bed.
"Okay. Try to get some sleep." I spoke. He nodded before closing his eyes.
Michael
I sighed as I opened my eyes. I yawned as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. I walked over to the curtains and placed my hands around the fabric.
"If you love me, you won't open those curtains." I stopped and looked back at the bed. Michael's eyes were still sealed shut but his face was scrunched up, telling me that he was awake.
"Why can't I open them?" I asked.
"Because I'm currently experiencing the worst migraine I've had in years." He groaned. I sighed as I walked towards the bed and climbed back in between the covers.
"What's caused this migraine?" I asked.
"I don't know. I've had it since three this morning, but I thought that it would pass." He mumbled, eyes still closed.
"What would you usually do when you got a migraine?" I asked.
"Mum used to put a cold towel on my head and she would buy this medicine. I'm not sure what it's called." He muttered.
"Okay. Hang in there for now, I'll call her later and ask for her to bring some of that medicine over." I spoke.
"Thanks, babe." He sighed. I got up again and went to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and soaking it with water before heading back to the bedroom. I placed the towel on Michael's head.
"Oh, my god, that feels good." He sighed in relief.
"Thank you." He muttered.
"Get some sleep, baby." I spoke, putting a kiss on his neck before leaving the room.
Ashton
I knocked on Ashton's door. A moment later, he answered it. My eyes widened as I saw his state. He was wearing nothing but a pair of jogging bottoms that were hung low on his hips and his terrible bed-head accompanied the bags under his eyes.
"Wow." I spoke.
"I told you that I was sick." He mumbled as he opened the door further and let me in.
"Yeah, but you have a habit of exaggerating, so I didn't know how sick you actually were." I chuckled. He gave me a disapproving look.
"Sorry." I sighed as I sat down on the sofa.
"So, how are you sick?" I asked.
"Well, I've been-." He was cut off as he sneezed. He sneezed again before looking at me.
"That's how." He muttered, taking a seat next to me.
"That's rough, babe. There anything I can get you?" I asked.
"Cuddles." He smiled weakly at me.
"Baby, I'm sorry, but I can't afford to get sick, I've got a job interview next week." I sighed.
"Please, babe, if you get sick, I'll look after you, and you'll recover in plenty of time." He spoke, making me sigh.
"If you get me sick, Ashton Fletcher..." I muttered. He smiled before wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Thank you, baby, I love you." He sighed into my hair.
"Hmm." I chuckled.