5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

4- You're Sick

ASHTON: The television was the only light on in the living room and you were sipping your tea inside a fort of throw pillows and thick blankets. Ashton was sound asleep upstairs and you woke up in the middle off the night unable to fall back asleep.

"Y/N?" He yawned, shuffling down the stairs and over to the couch where you nested. "How's my little sicko?"

"Woke up, can't sleep. Really hungry, no soup. Nose breather, can't even," you replied, causing him to stifle a giggle. "It's not funny," you pouted.

"I'm not laughing at your illness. I just think you're adorable," he said, moving in to kiss you.

"Dumbass! You'll get sick."

"Good thing I'm primarily a drummer," he giggled, kissing you anyways and catching whatever you had within two days.

"It was so worth it," he told you as you tucked him in bed the first night he showed symptoms.

MICHAEL: "This is so gross," you mumbled, tears streaming down your face. "You shouldn't see me like this."

Michael, who was rubbing your back with one hand and holding your hair back with the other, leaned down and pressed his soft lips to the bare skin of your shoulder. "Even when you're showing me how bad my cooking skills are, you still look beautiful."

"Yeah, right," you said. You flushed the toilet and turned to the sink, reaching for your toothbrush.

Michael didn't stop rubbing your back. "You are, Y/N. Now, why don't you jump in and take a quick shower while I get you a bottle of water and we can cuddle until you fall asleep again?"

You smiled sadly at him before spitting out the toothpaste. "How did I get so lucky?" you asked.

"Maybe because you're friends with Irish people."

"Totally just ruined the romance, Michael."

"I love you?"

"I love you, too, nerd."

CALUM: Other than the fact that you get sniffles, your throat is sometimes scratchy, and your stomach occasionally hurts, he loves it when you're sick. He doesn't like to admit it because he hates watching you in your misery, but it's the perfect excuse to press little kisses to the tip of your red nose and you become more cuddly than usual.

"Hey babe, do you need anything?" He routinely asks.

"A cup of tea and my Cal-Pal," you whisper, throat hurting when you talk normally.

He'll smile, bringing you your tea and throwing the covers back so you can curl up under them. His calloused fingers drew pictures on your stomach while you flicked through the Netflix options, eventually catching up on Once Upon a Time.

When your eyes get heavy, he takes the remote and turns off the television. Close to your ear, he'll start singing your favorite songs until you've drifted off, him slowly falling after you and deeper in love with you.

LUKE: You blew your nose again, grabbing the remote to your stereo system and turning down Fall Out Boy's "Jet Pack Blues" before saying hello to your boyfriend on the other side of the Skype call.

"I'm sorry, baby. I wish I could be there to hold you," he said as you reached for another tissue.

"I'm fine," you insisted, smiling before sneezing a couple times.

"But the song you were just listening to is in your playlist of 'Boyfriend Come Home'," he sadly smiled.

"But, I also have the entire 'American Beauty/American Psycho' album," you retorted. He raised his eye brow and you gave it. "Our song came on the radio on my way home back from the pharmacy and I was hit by waves of missing you."

"Then switch playlists, go downstairs, and let me in."

"Luke?"

He just nodded. Before you knew it, you were back in his arms.

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*surprise, guys! I'm sick, so I started writing this. I stayed home from school today--germs spread fast in a small school--so I figured I'd upload this for you and give me something other then math homework to do :)

Unfortunately, I have to cuddle with my dog and not Calum :(*