5sos imagines

Ashton imagine

{daмn aѕн υ looĸιn ғιne 😂😍}
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(Y,N) POV:

I wasn't sick when I went to sleep. I didn't think I was sick at least. I wasn't aware I was sick. I was just going to sleep with Ashton. I was fine. But I woke up and something wasn't right.
I felt Ashton waking up but my body was too sore too move so I just kept sleeping. At least his bed was nice and big and comfortable. I had the weird sensation where some of my limbs were cold and others way too hot but I was too drowsy to care. I burrowed into the bed falling asleep.
"Sweetheart... You need to wake up. Ok, I know you don't have plans today but I've got an interview and I have to leave now. Come on, just a kiss goodbye and then you can sleep." I heard Ashton say as I opened my eyes. Once I accepted getting up, I realized how utterly like crap I felt. I didn't know what it was but I knew enough to know I was sick. Really sick. Ashton's face was right in front of mine as he squatted next to the bed. "Look, the princess is awake." He said and I tried to pull it together to say goodbye.
"Hmm, have a good interview. I'll be home when you get back." I sighed smiling. I winced when I felt how completely sore I was. It was like my body had just crapped out, it'd had enough. Ashton leaned in and kissed my forehead.
"Hold on, baby, you're burning up. Let me get the thermometer." He said looking concerned going into the bathroom. I just closed my eyes and rested back into the pillow. "Here." He said holding the metal stick to my mouth. I opened my mouth and he gently slid it under my tongue. I held it while he left the room. He came back with cold medicine, cough drops, a cool cloth, another blanket and set it all at the foot of the bed before the thermometer beeped.
"What is my temperature?" I mumbled feeling a cold sweat run down my back.
"Almost hundred and one degrees. You're pretty sick babe." Ashton said running his hand over the top of my head.
"I'll be fine, just bring me up some tea before you leave." I said and he nodded standing up and going out of the room.
"Don't get out of bed, just rest." He called over his shoulder going to the kitchen. I just closed my eyes and listened. "Hey guys," I heard Ashton say in the other room, probably on the phone. "I'm sorry, but I'm calling to tell you I can't do the interview." A period of silence. "Y/N is sick with a fever, this is where I need to be ok?" Another silent moment. "I don't really care about how you can't talk in interviews right now, Luke. It'll be fine." More silence. "It'll be ok, just tell Adam. I'm sorry to bail." Silence. "Uh huh, I'll tell her, thanks mate." I heard Ashton brewing tea, making some noise. Then he walked back into our bedroom with a mug of tea and a bowl of oatmeal. "How are you feeling?" He asked handing it to me with a tray.
"Fine enough for you to go to your interview." I said sitting up in the bed. My head pounded with pressure but I ignored it.
"Is someone else coming to take care of you?" He asked sitting on the foot of the bed.
"No, but I've been sick before, just go. You'll be back in a few hours." I sighed nibbling on the food.
"Something could happen, and someone needs to be with you." He insisted.
"Ashton Irwin, I am not a kid. This is your job and your dream, go." I pushed. He looked back into my eyes. He was determined to do what he wanted to do and not listen to me, that much I could tell.
"I already told them I'm not going." He said resolutely.
"Ash..."
"This is where I need to be. You can't see yourself..." He trailed off leaning over and pressing his hand on my forehead before resting his cool fingers on my cheeks. He patted down my hair too.
"What do I look like then?" I asked and he shook his head.
"To be honest, you look like shit." He confessed.
"I am sick!"
"I know, so I'm gonna stay with you. Take the meds, they'll bring your fever down." He said handing them to me.
"You are gonna play daddy today?" I mumbled gulping them down.
"I usually prefer playing daddy with you in a different way. I'm just gonna take care of you."
"You should be at the interview."
"No, that is not where I should be. I'm gonna put on something comfier since I'm going out anymore. Need anything?" He said getting up and taking off his shoes.
"I'm gonna take a shower..." I said sliding out of bed and nudging the food aside. Steam did wonders for sickness and let's be honest, it was the only way I was gonna be able to have semi-presentable hair. When I got out, I pulled on black leggings and a white t-shirt. I shook my hair out and dried it as best I could with a towel. I glanced in the mirror, my hair was wet and lifeless, my eyes glassy and puffy, my nose red and my skin blotchy and pale.
"Hey, are you out and dressed?" I heard Ashton say at the door.
"Yeah, you can come in." I mumbled pressing my hands into my cheeks.
"Feel any better?" He asked feeling my forehead again.
"It helped but I still feel shitty." I said glancing at him. He was in his glasses and a pair of sweatpants with one of his t-shirts. Oh damn. I loved his glasses. He rarely went out with them anymore, but he did wear them around the house with me.
"I got something out for you, too." He said reaching back into the bedroom. He held one of his zip-up hoodies and slid it over my shoulders.
"And here I thought you meant the glasses..." I mumbled before coughing. "We're gonna need to wash this after today."
"That's not too hard." He shrugged.
"I feel like you're gonna be too sweet today..." I sighed walking back into the bedroom with him. I crawled into my side of the bed that he'd followed me to. "Do you know the phrase coddling?" I asked.
"Shut up. I don't get to take care of you a lot. Deal. I got the guys to drop off ginger ale and soup on their way. They said to tell you to feel better." Ashton said helping me get propped up on the pillows.
"They're sweet."
"Only when they want to be."
"Thanks for everything," I sighed contentedly as he leaned over me to fix the blankets. His soft eyes glanced back at me smiling. He kissed my cheek tenderly, lingering for a moment.
"No problem. Need anything before I get in, too?" He said stroking my hair with his long fingers.
"Some ginger ale?" I asked hopefully.
"I brought it up, it's on the table there."
"You're pretty amazing."
"I just want you to rest. I put a movie in, let's just relax." He said kissing my forehead. He went around to the other side of the bed and crawled in with me. "Aren't you gonna come here?" He asked holding his arm up for me to crawl under. I rolled over resting against his chest. His arm fell to my back. Almost immediately, his fingers began tapping against me. I loved how he did it without thinking, it made my heart thrum. He had a box of tissues for me too. I was thankful I didn't seem to flat out gross.
"How can you relax if you're taking care of me?" I wondered.
"'Cause I'm here with you." He replied holding me tighter.
"But it's got to be tiring."
"A lot of the things I do are tiring."
"And it's not like we can kiss or anything..."
"It's really like we can't kiss..."
"I'll get you sick."
"You already give me cooties."
"I'm serious."
"I have a tough immune system."
"Good for you."
"And I'm willing to risk it."
"Huh?"
"It's hard to be this close to you and not kiss your lips."
"Ashton..."
"I spend enough time not kissing you while touring, so when I'm here, I like doing it."
"But..."
"Just a few..."
"You really want to."
"Now that I'm thinking about it, yes."
"You're ridiculous."
"Come on, turn around." He said squeezing me. I turned my head, our faces were inches apart. Inches he easily closed. First he kissed my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. It was a short kiss, and I found myself wanting a longer one.
"Hmm..." I sighed reflexively.
"See? You like it too." He said with a smile. I rolled my eyes.
"Be nice to the sick person."
"I will, because I love her."
"I love you too, thanks for taking care of me."
"You can repay me later." He said kissing my head.