I turn around to face away from the window and towards the bed as I fasten my necklace, the sun beaming brightly into the room and landing delicately on the crisp white sheets. My eyes move up the white sheets until they fix upon a peacefully sleeping Taron. I intricately trace his delicate features with my eyes and a small smile grows on my lips. I move my necklace around so it sits perfectly around my neck and continue swaying my hips to 'Crazy little thing called love'. I then pause the song and make my way into the bathroom to fix my hair.
As my bare feet touch the cold bathroom floor, my body shudders. It was already a cold day, and feeling the tiled floor underneath me was not helping the situation. As I stare at my figure in the mirror I cant help but notice my pale skin. I was naturally quite pale, but today I looked paler than usual. As I brought my body closer to the mirror for further inspection, I began to feel very faint. I tried to shake off the feeling but it was no use. I slowly sank my now seemingly heavy body down to the floor, curling up in a ball as I do so.
I needed Taron. I needed him to make me feel better, but I couldn't move. I couldn't call for his help. He was asleep and even if I tried to call out for him, the bathroom door was shut and I felt as though my tiny voice would be unheard through the walls of his house. I decided to stay in the same position for a while, until I felt better enough to make a movement, but this proved longer than I thought. My body was heavy and even making the slightest movements to make my way to the door was almost impossible. I decided the best option was to wait for Taron to wake up, but it was only 7am and he had no plans for today so was bound to sleep in. As I patiently waited for him to emerge through the bathroom door, I decided it would be a good idea to close my eyes for a while and try to get some sleep in order to regain my strength.
Taron's POV:
I wake to find Y/N's side of the bed empty, which was quite unusual. 'Y/N' I call out, but there was no answer. Wishing I could stay in bed for longer, I throw the duvet off of my body, instantly being hit with the cold morning air and regretting my movement, and I get out of bed. I open the bedroom door and call out once again for y/n but once again, no answer.
I decide that my best option was to have a shower, as y/n had probably gone to work. As I open the bathroom door, I found y/n curled up in a ball on the floor, fast asleep. I quickly drop by her side and gently say her name once more, before placing my hand to her face, which was burning. I carefully pick her frail body up and carry her to the bed, where I tuck her in and scoot in next to her. I stare at her delicate frame for a while, tracing her features and her dainty freckles that are placed sporadically around her face.
I decided to stay with her for a while, to make sure that she was ok and to be there when she woke up. I knew she needed me and the last thing she needed was for me to leave her when she probably needed me the most. I took her hand in mine and continued to lay with her.
Y/N POV:
I was unsure of what time it was when I woke up but the sun was higher in the sky, casting its bright beams further up the bed to above the headboard. My eyes slowly creep open a fraction more until I can see a body laying beside me. Him. The one I needed. He found me.
He notices my eyes slowly opening and scoots closer to my body. He looks down at our hands still intertwined from when he placed me into bed and he chuckles softly, before letting go of my hand and raising his own to my temple, playing with a piece of my hair before talking in a soft voice.
"Hey gorgeous, how are you feeling?" He asks gently, not taking his concerned eyes off of me. I close my eyes slowly to try and process what had happened and how I had managed to get myself back into bed. I shake my head to try and wake myself up, but I was too drained. 'How... how did I get back in bed?' was all I could ask. 'I carried you. I found you on the floor in the bathroom. You couldn't stay there'. he says, stroking the side of my face gently. 'you stay here ok, try and get some more rest. I'll be back soon' he says as he removes his hand and begins to stand up.
'Wait!' I say, managing to slowly sit up and reach for his arm. He turns to face me again, sinking back down onto the bed. 'what about work? They don't know where I am' I ask and he lightly chuckles, placing a delicate kiss to my forehead. 'I've already taken care of that, love. You don't need to worry about a thing' he smiles. He then stands up from the bed once again and makes his way to the door frame. He turns once again and throws me a cheeky wink before vanishing into the kitchen.
I sink back down into the bed and pull the duvet back over my body. I take a deep breath and close my eyes once again. However, it was much harder to fall back asleep. I tossed and turned for a good half an hour before giving into defeat and crawling out of bed. My body felt less heavy but I still didn't feel 100%.
I make my way around the bed to find some more clothes to put on as it was a chilly day and I definitely didn't need to feel worse than I already did. As I reached Taron's side of the bed, I found one of his hoodies laying on the white duvet and a little note tucked under one of the sleeves. 'you may need this, its chilly x', the note read, in Taron's scruffy handwriting. I chuckled to myself and pulled the hoodie over my frail body. I turned around to face the mirror and a smile instantly grew on my face. It looked more like a dress on my petite body than a hoodie but nevertheless, I loved it. the soft scent of Taron danced around my body and I wrapped my arms around myself tightly, as if I was giving him the biggest hug.
I slowly drag my body out into the kitchen, and prop my figure against the doorframe as my eyes stumble upon Taron, at the cooker, singing and dancing along to his playlist. His hips swayed to 'Let's dance' by David Bowie as he hummed along to the words and cracked an egg into the pan. I chuckle to myself as I continue watching, causing him to turn around to see me watching him.
'oh... You're up?!' he says, as if he wasn't expecting me to be behind him when he turned around. I nod my head and make my way over to the island in the middle of the kitchen, where I lean as I continue to watch him intently. His face has now dropped from one of happiness and accomplishment to one of defeat and almost... sadness? 'Whats wrong?' I ask, suddenly concerned about his weird change in behaviour.
'You spoiled the surprise' he says, almost heartbroken, like a little kid who had broken their favourite toy. 'Surprise?' I ask, removing my elbows from the island and making my way slowly over to him to give him comfort.
'Yeah, I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed. I was making your favourite. Pancakes'. he says, his bottom lip poking out more than usual as if he was throwing a tantrum. I couldn't help but wrap my arms around his body from behind. He was shirtless and wearing grey sweatpants, signalling that he hadn't been up long or hadn't had a chance to get dressed yet. His body radiated warmth onto mine and made me feel fuzzy. He turned around so that our bodies were facing each other and embraced me, pulling me close to his chest and placing a kiss to my cheek.
'Thank you' I said gently, 'No one has ever done anything like this for me before'. I look up at him and notice a wide grin on his face. 'You're wearing my hoodie' he says, his grin changing his tone of voice completely. He pulls away from me and takes a good look at his hoodie on me, grabbing my hand and twirling me to get a 360 degree view. 'How comes you look better in it than I do. That's not fair!' he chuckles, bringing me back closer into his body and wrapping his arms around me once again. I stand on my tiptoes and place a soft kiss on his lips. he leans down and deepens the kiss, before I pull away and return to his chest, feeling his heartbeat under me.
'How about you get back into bed and I'll get finished up here. I'll come and bring it to you and you can pretend to act surprised.' Taron laughs and I join him. I place another kiss to his cheek before replying. 'Of course, I can't wait'.
Within the next 10 minutes I see Taron make his way into the bedroom with a tray of food and 2 mugs. He carefully sets the tray on the end of the bed and crawls into the bed to join me. He props the pillows up and pulls me into the side of his body. He then brings the tray onto his lap and I see the seemingly endless spread of various treats and snacks.
"Wow this all looks incredible T. Thank you again" I say, eyeing up everything on the tray and licking my lips excitedly. "You're very welcome, love" Taron replies, picking up a strawberry and eating it all in one.
The rest of the morning was spent laying in bed together, eating delicious food and watching Netflix. The definition of perfect. You felt much better than you did earlier in the day and were happy that Taron was there to rescue you. He was always there when you needed him the most.
How could it get any better than this??
