Anyone // Owen Joyner

twenty-four

I walk into the boys apartment the next morning tired. I didn't get much sleep last night because I was worried about Owen.

I say hey to Charlie when I walk in and go straight to his room. He was still in his room asleep. I go over to him and shake him awake.

He still looked pretty bad when he fluttered his eyes open. "How're you feeling, bub?" I ask as he groans.

"My head is pounding and I feel awful." He told me. I pout towards him as I sit my bag down.

I start taking my shoes off as he looks at me. "What're you doing?" He asked sitting up a little. He had all of his weight on his elbows.

"I'm staying here to take care of you." I tell him. He starts shaking his head.

"No, you're not missing work because of me." He sniffled as he looked at me.

"I don't care. I'm not leaving you here by yourself when you're sick." He didn't try to fight it anymore.

He laid back down while looking at me. "You hungry?" I ask as he nods. "Okay, I'll go make you food." I tell him.

I go into the kitchen and they noticed my shoes were off.

"You have to wear shoes to the set." Charlie pointed out. "I know. But Owen's still sick so I'm gonna stay here and take care of him." I inform the two.

They smiled at me sweetly, and I knew instantly what they were thinking. "That's cute." Charlie teased.

I looked at him with my eyes squinted. "We really need to get you a girlfriend." I tease as he frowns.

"You don't have to be so mean." He jumped off the counter to look at me.

"We'll let Kenny know where you two are. I hope he feels better." Savannah tells me sweetly. I tell them each goodbye and I start making Owen food.

I heard footsteps so I look to see Owen walking to me slowly. "You okay, amore?" I ask, his face getting red when I called him amore.

"I just wanted to watch you cook." He groggily told me. "You need to rest though." I tell him worriedly.

He just shrugs as I crack an egg. "Thank you for staying. It means a lot." He smiled weakly at me.

"Anything for you." I tell him sweetly. He watches me as I cook for him.

When I get done, I hand him his plate. "Do you have any Advil?" I ask as he shakes his head.

"Stay here. I'll go get the bottle." He gives me a thumbs up as I ran out of the apartment.

I grab my bottle of Advil and notice I'm almost out. I make a mental note to get another one soon.

When I go down to his apartment, he was finishing his plate.

I give him the bottle of Advil as he takes it. "I think I'm gonna go back to sleep." He announced back to me.

"Okay, let me know if you need anything." I tell him as he nods.

He walks back to his room as I look around. Their apartment was a mess. Since I have nothing else to do, I guess I can clean their apartment.

I start picking up their dirty clothes and their dirty plates. I don't know how they live here, they're like frat boys.

I spend the next hour and a half cleaning their apartment and I heard movement in Owen's room. "Eren!" I heard him yell.

I walk into his room to see him curled up in a ball. "You okay?" I ask him questionably. He looks at me sadly.

"Can you lay with me? I can't sleep without you." He begged. I nodded as I went over to him.

I laid down as he positioned himself better. I feel his head to feel it was still warm. "You still have a fever." I pout.

"I feel like dog shit." He tells me dramatically. "Flip over so I can rub your back." He didn't hesitate to flip over.

I start rubbing his back, causing soft snores to escape his mouth.

Hopefully whenever the medication and sleep kick in, he starts to feel better.

Once I knew he was asleep, I snuck out of bed. I wasn't tired so I looked around. I looked inside their kitchen to see they barely had food left.

I sigh as I flop myself on the couch. I turned their tv on and put Netflix on. I scrolled through the list and decided to put on The Vampire Diaries.

I binged watched almost half of the first season when Owen walked back in. He saw me on the couch and laid right on top of me.

I groan at his weight but continued to watch my show. "How're you feeling?" I start to run my fingers through his hair.

"Better. I still feel weak though." He moved his head so he could see the tv.

"Is this the show about the hot vampires?" He asked as I chuckled a little.

"Yeah. I was watching this while you slept." I explain.

We sat there in silence for a moment, watching the show and enjoying our company.

It was nice to have a day with Owen with no distractions. No interruptions from the cast and crew.

Even though the circumstances are bad, we're finally alone together without any snarky comments from Charlie.

He put his chin on my chest looking up at me. "Yes?" I ask keeping my eyes on the tv.

I continue to run my fingers through his blonde hair. "I'm hungry." I didn't realize how hungry I was either.

"You want a pizza?" I ask him. He nods smiling as he turns back to the tv.

I order and pay for it online so I wouldn't have to call it in. When I'm done, I sit my phone down and look at the tv.

It was nice getting away from filming and a day on set. It can get pretty overwhelming so having a day to rest with Owen was nice.

"Even though I'm sick, I don't want this day to end." Owen spoke out loud.

It made my heartbeat quicken, hopefully he didn't hear it. "How come?" I questioned curious.

"Because I like being alone with you." He admitted. I could feel my face turn hot.

"I like being alone with you too." I admit to him. I could feel him smile against my stomach.

"You have a way of making me calm." He moves so he could look at me.

I'm surprised we're both comfortable from him laying on top of me.

"I hope that's a good thing." I tell him lightly. "It's a very good thing, pip squeak." There was a knock on the door.

"I'm gonna get the pizza." He rolled off of me so I could get up.

I grab the pizza and thank the delivery man. I brought it back to see Owen sitting up.

We ate in silence as the show played. "I think I'm in love with Damon Salvatore." Owen spoke.

I pout as I look at him. "Are you serious?" I ask looking at him.

"Is someone jealous?" He asked playfully. He was looking and sounding better than this morning.

"No." I lie. I know it's petty, but I am. He looked at me softly as he scooted closer to me.

He grabbed my hand and took it in his own. "Don't worry, he has nothing on you."

He kissed my temple and looked back at the tv.