Thankfully, nothing bad happened.
I parked his baby back onto his place, careful as fuck before locking the garage.
I walked back into his house and all the way up to the stairs before opening his bedroom's door. He looked up at me briefly from the bowl, before shoving his face back into it. I winched at the gagging sound, my stomach turning wildly as I feel myself getting nausea as well.
I left him to the bathroom, grabbing a fresh washcloth and a bowl of freshwater. He was done when I walked back in and (thankfully) the bowl was nowhere in sight. He laid back on the bed, looking sick as ever.
"I bought blueberries, blackberries, and cranberries. Is that okay?"
"Yeah..."
"Do you- do you want anything else?"
"No, just feed me,"
"O- okay..." I sat beside him and slowly feed him the berries.
"How's my car?"
"It's fine, safe and sound and parked back into its place."
"Good,"
"Take the med after this, yeah? It'll help you,"
"I don't like meds."
"No one does, but you have to,"
I left Luke to go downstairs and clear his mess once he was fast asleep. I washed the dished and dried them before putting them back into their places. I also manage to clean the bucket of puke and though I threw up a couple of times, it was worth it. I walked back upstairs and see Luke still fast asleep. He looked so torn and pained and it worries me because I've never seen him like this before.
I pressed my palm onto his forehead, winching again at the burn. The medicine still hasn't worked? Or was it the fever that is too bad?
His blue eyes fluttered open slowly and I retract my hand instantly.
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up,"
"You're still here?"
"Eh, uh, yeah..."
"Why did you do these all?"
"Hm? What do you mean?"
"You want something, don't you?"
"What? No, I don't. What are you talking about? I did this all because I want to, there's nothing else besides that!"
"Liar!" He said, back into his usual monotone voice. There come the bastard.
"Asshole"
"I was right, wasn't I?"
"No, but so what if you were? Most people love being taken care off, so what?"
"I don't,"
"You do, you just don't want to admit it, but whatever."
"I'm not a baby,"
"Sure, whatever you wanna say, blondie. Drink gallons of water and eat! I left the soup downstairs and your fruits are in the fridge. The med on your nightstand so don't forget them too."
"Where are you going?"
"It's kinda late, I need to head back, Bye, Luke."
"... Stay,"
"Ehhh?"
"Did I stutter?"
"N- no, but are you sure?"
"Hm,"
"O- okay... I'll be on the couch then,"
"Walk to my closet and go change,"
"No, it's fine."
"You've been in those clothes for more than 12 hours, just do it."
"Fine, fine, whatever,"
I got up from the couch and walked into a pair of a white door. I pushed them open and again, was met with a huge as fuck room. His closet is like the size of my room, what the fuck?
I grabbed a black sweatshirt from the rack and tossed it to the small couch. Who the fuck put a couch on a closet? Luke Hemmings everybody!
I pulled all of my clothes off and put the sweatshirt on. It was huge, it reaches until my thigh and the sleeve was creating sweater paws. Am I really that small?
I fold my clothes neatly and then stacking them in one pile. I brought them along with me back into Luke's room, closing the closet door behind me.
I just walk outta the closet, lol.
Luke was already fast asleep again so I think I'll do the same, it's not like there's much I could do. I texted my mum telling her about my whereabouts and she instantly fangirled and talked about babies and stuff. I ignored her and switched my phone off before drifting into the dreamland.
The next time when I woke up, I feel panic raised as I notice Luke was nowhere in sight.
"LUKE? LUKE, where are you!?" I yelled out like a mad-man. The closet door swung open, revealing a half-naked Luke. My eyes widened at the sight as I blushed fiercely.
"Why so loud? It's barely 9"
"What are you doing up? You should lay down and do nothing!"
"Take a chill pill, will you? I was just taking a shower and I'm all fine already,"
"Nope, nope, go lay down" I pushed him back onto the bed, and tugged him in like a baby.
I grabbed the thermometer from the nightstand's desk and put it into his mouth, glaring at him as if to say 'close your mouth'. He obeyed surprisingly before pulling the thing out once the beep was heard. 98.5°F.
"Your temperature is back to normal,"
"Told cha,"
"Thank god, I thought you were just lying," I said, smiling gratefully. His face isn't as pale as yesterday and his lips already back to its pinkish colour. He doesn't look like he was in pain now, and I'm so glad that he's okay.
"Hey, Ash?"
"Hm?" I tilted my head to the side, watching his lips move but nothing come out,
"What did you say?"
"I uh... thank you," My eyes widened at his words as my jaws went ajar. Luke Hemmings, the assholish bastard that I hate to pieces, just said THANK YOU, can you believe that?
"Oi, stop zoning out!"
"Eh uh... sorry,"
"What are you thinking about anyway?"
"It's uh... nothing,"
"Doesn't seem like it,"
"Well you know... you just said thank you and... and that was shocking me... I guess,"
"Dumbass, Even a lil child know how to say thank you,"
"I know but... hearing you say it... it's kinda weird. I... I didn't expect you to like it, me babying you I mean, and moreover you saying thank you, so..."
"You're right. I don't like it. In fact, I despise it. I have a nice heart, so please be my boyfriend, they said. There are tons of people that silently saying that to me and it's annoying. It's complicated, but I don't like it. But you..."
"... uh, what about me?"
"You hid nothing, you didn't scream that sentence inside, so I don't mind showing my gratitude to you, that's all."
"O-... oh..."
"Yeah..."
"It's a bit weird hearing you say that, but okay I guess..." I said, blushing again at his words. I could still feel his eyes on me, watching me with an unreadable expression.
"So uh... I guess my job's done here, so I uh... I think Imma go home now," I stammered out nervously as my face heat up even more.
"Dumbass,"
"What?"
"Nothing," he said, rolling his eyes playfully, a small smile lingering on his face.
"Oh, okay... Um. Bye Luke, I'll give you this back tomorrow," I said motioning to his sweatshirt. I pulled my jeans on and threw the rest of my clothes into my bag before slinging it over my shoulder.
"Byeee" I yelled out one more time. I scurried out of his room and his house, cursing my dumb-self over and over again.
No, this can't be happening. We're just pretending for fuck sake, why do I feel the butterflies? My chest keeps fluttering and my heart was thumping loudly. Fuck, just stop already! Why is this even happening anyway?
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Can I vent?
I honestly feel so sad that this story has such a small readers compared to NSONS 😔
Don't get me wrong, I'm still so, so grateful for you all that are here, but it just upset me bcs this story can't gain readers as much as NSONS when in fact, I put tons on effort in this story 😶
But wtvr, I'll take what I can get i guess
Those who are loyal is enough for now and I'm happy with you all 😘
so, thank you xx
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