Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 90

Liza pov

Why is his grip so fucking strong in his sleep?

I struggled for a good five minutes trying to get out of his grip, which wasn't good because I was on the verge of throwing up. Once I had finally gotten out of his grasp, I fumbled my way to the toilet as quietly as I could, ignoring the familiar sting shooting up my thighs.

I tried to be as quiet as could when throwing my guts up, so I didn't wake Jaden. I don't even know why I am throwing up so I really don't need him questioning it as well. I have a feeling it's probably just something that I ate, or it's my body catching up from all the work and exhaustion I put it through. Nonetheless, I don't appreciate its coping methods.

As I stood up to brush my teeth, I could feel how cold I was, and it only just dawned upon me that we both fell asleep naked. Not that that was the problem, the problem is that now I am fucking freezing. It is also four in the morning, so that probably didn't help either.

After brushing my teeth, I walked back out to his room. I picked up his shirt from yesterday and grabbed out a pair of his boxers to pull up my legs before making my way downstairs. I knew I wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep any time soon, and I couldn't deal with just sitting in the bed doing nothing.

I turned on the kitchen light and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. I also grabbed a packet of paracetamol for the massive headache I could feel forming, but didn't take any just yet. I climbed up and sat cross legged on the counter, leaning my head back against the cupboards as I slowly drank the water.

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"Oh, there you are." He said softly as he rounded the corner.

"Yep, here I am." I sniffled as I felt another tear fall down my face. The pain of the headache was starting to kick in, but I couldn't remember where I put the paracetamol and moving made the pain even worse.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked walking closer and standing directly in front of me, blocking our some of the light, which helped slightly.

"Uh, I'm fine. It's just a little headache." I brushed off as I took another sip of water.

"It's not just a little headache if it's making you cry baby." He sighed, wiping yet another tear that fell down my face.

"I'll be fine. It's nothing a bit of sleep can't fix. If I manage to get any more of it, that is." I mumbled the last part, seemingly talking to myself.

"Have you taken one of these?" He asked, holding up the pill packet.

"Not yet." I answered, shutting my eyes to block out the rest of the light.

I heard him breathe out heavily through his nose before he rustled the packet. I felt his finger tap my lips lightly so I parted them and stuck my tongue out. He placed the pill on my tongue before guiding the water bottle to my lips.

"Thank you." I said quietly as I swallowed the water.

I felt him place a few kisses on my forehead before wrapping his arms around me. I carefully moved my head forward and rested it on his shoulder, turning it in so my nose was lightly pressed against his neck. I could feel his breath rolling down the side of my face as he peppered my cheek with little pecks every now and then.

"Was that also you throwing up earlier?" He asked in a soft tone, his voice still slightly raspy.

"Did I wake you? Sorry, I was trying to be quiet." I apologised, immediately feeling guilty for making him deal with this shit.

"No, you didn't really wake me up. You not being there woke me up. I was just trying to decide if it was real life or in a dream. It was a really weird dream." He rambled on, making me laugh slightly.

"You do have some pretty weird dreams." I agreed as my fingers traced the patterns of his dragon tattoo.

"When was the last time you properly slept in your own bed?" He asked, still holding me against him.

"Like, before New Years? I don't know, I'm not sure." I shrugged, feeling the tiredness roll over me as I absorbed the warmth from his body.

"That's not good Lizzie. I'm gonna take you home tomorrow. I'm gonna stay with you, so I can look after my little baby while she's sick, but at least that way you'll be at home." He explained, running his fingers up and down my back.

"Okay." I yawned, nuzzling my head further into his shoulder.

"Come on, let's go." He wrapped my legs around his waist and carried me off the side, turning off the lights and walking back up to his room.

He laid me down on the bed before leaning over and turning on the side light. His fingers ran up my sides before slowly starting to unbutton the shirt I was wearing.

"I don't wanna have sex right now." I warned him, earning a stifled laugh in response.

"We're not gonna have sex baby. You're still wearing my dress shirt, which I highly doubt is gonna be comfortable to sleep in. I'm just changing the shirt for you." He explained as he pulled a different on of his shirts over my head.

"Hm, thank you." I smiled as I took in his smell radiating off the shirt.

"Although, my boxers and dress shirt are a good combo for future reference." I could tell by the way he said it that he was smirking as he climbed in the bed next to me.

"Good to know. I'll note that one down." I joked back, snuggling in to his stomach as he pulled the covers over us more.

"Get some sleep baby." He suggested, kissing my head before running his fingers through my hair continuously, helping me fall asleep.