"Y/N?" Johnny called out.
"Oh fuck" I grumbled and dove under my covers. With my concussion, the last thing I needed was to see Johnny. Yes, he was the cutest thing in the world and the greatest guy ever. But he also happened to be the one who kicked the ball from his practice, into our practice, and it just so happened to hit my head, which ended up with me having a concussion. I mean yes, he's a great friend for checking up on me, and he'd apologized a million times, but I was out for the next two weeks now.
"Y/N?" he dragged out my name and entered my room. "Oh you're asleep," he said, sounding surprised. I didn't dare to move a muscle. "Alright, I guess I'll just get into bed with you.." I felt a weight on my bed. His hands slipped over my back.
"Get off of me you toilet paper roll" I shoved his chest.
"Knew it" he chuckled and got out of my bed, sitting in my chair across from me.
"What do you want?" I grumbled.
"Well, I come bearing gifts. I read somewhere that quiet music is good for you, so y/bff got you the latest Adele CD, and I, well I brought my company and some heated up pasta from your fridge" he fixed my hair.
"Thanks" I rolled my eyes. "Feed me" I grinned widely. He sighed and helped me sit up, feeding me the pasta. He took a bite of my pasta randomly and I hit his arm, as he continues to feed me. Once I finished he took the bowl of pasta downstairs and put it in the dishwasher before coming back up to my room.
"Alright, scooch" he waved his arm. I sighed and moved over so he could get in. He laid down and stretched out his arm so I could have his embrace. He wrapped his arms around me and closed his eyes.
"What are you doing?" I giggled.
"Shhhh, you have to rest" he put his finger on my lips. I shook my head and closed my eyes, cuddling into his chest, feeling safer than I ever have.
