Emma Watson Oneshots and Imagines Book Two

Sick

Emma had come down with the flu, and (Y/n) was determined to make her feel better. He had gotten her many blankets and pillows to keep warm with while he made her some soup.

"Here you go, fresh chicken noodle soup." He announced, setting the bowl on the nightstand and kissing her forehead. "Thanks." She whispered, her voice raspy and hoarse. "Do you need anything else?" He asked, and she shook her head. "Nope. I'm okay." She mumbled.

Instead of leaving, (Y/n) climbed into bed with her and rubbed her back and bringing her closer. She rested her head on his shoulder, sighing in content. "Does that feel good?" He asked, and she nodded. He continued to rub her back, and he turned on the TV as well so she could watch a movie.

Halfway through the movie, Emma had fallen asleep. (Y/n) placed her head on the pillow and went to go clean up. He threw out a bunch of stuff, mostly tissues and cough drop wrappers. He went down to the kitchen to clean up her soup, and by the time he was finished Emma had just woken up again.

"Do you need anything? I can get you cough drops, or more soup, or more blankets?" He rambled, deciding to throw her one of his hoodies, which she quickly slid on. "I'll just have some food before bed, and by tomorrow I should be better." She mumbled, resting her head back on the pillow. "Alright, I'll go make you something." He whispered, walking out of the room.

After he made her some more food, he had given that to her and while she ate, he cleaned up the house just so she wouldn't have to do it once she was better. After cleaning up a bit, (Y/n) went to go check on Emma again, and found she was asleep.

"Goodnight Em. Love you." (Y/n) whispered after getting into bed next to her. He fell asleep shortly after, ending the hectic day there