The Fooo Conspiracy Imagines

Oscar Imagine for Julia

I lay on the couch, wrapped in thick blankets and watching Greys on netflix. Trying my best not to move in fears that I may have the urge to vomit again. I've been sick for the past few days and want nothing more than a full night of uninterrupted sleep. I take a few more deep breaths as I begin to feel my stomach tossing and turning once again. I push all of the blankets off of my body and drag myself down to the bathroom, sitting on the floor and waiting to be sick again.

As I sit on the floor, arms wrapped around my legs and head resting unpleasantly on my knees,shivering. I feel someone sit down next to me and wrap their strong arms around me. I look up to see the beautiful eyes of my shaggy blond haired boyfriend.

"Oscar, I love you but you shouldn't be here," I tell him, "you're going to get sick too." He shakes his head, shushing me quietly and pulls my head onto his shoulder, his arms still wrapped around me.

"I don't care," he says, kissing me on the top of the head, " I just want to be here for you, I hate seeing you like this." I wrap my arms around him as well, keeping my head on his shoulder as my stomach keeps turning. I feel a tear drop from my eye and onto Oscars red shirt.

"When is this going to be over?" I whimper.

"Shhh," He coos, "Julia, It's going to be okay." before he can say anymore, I'm pulling away from his grasp and leaning over the toilet, knowing that I'm going to be sick. When I do, Oscar jumps up, pulling my hair out of my face and rubbing my back while whispering comfortingly in my ear.

When I'm finally finished, I slowly get up, making sure not to make myself dizzy, and head over to the sink to brush my teeth for the fourth or fifth time today. While I do so, Oscar wraps his arms around me from the back and kisses my shoulder before resting his chin on it. I watch him in the bathroom mirror, looking through it back to me with sad eyes. I can tell it really does hurt him to see me like this. When I finish brushing my teeth, I am surprised to be swept off of my feet and carried back downstairs where Oscar places me back into my initial spot on the couch.

"Do you need anything?" He asks, pulling the blankets back over me and I shake my head.

"Stay here with me?" I ask semi-quietly. He just looks at me and laughs, sitting on the floor in front of me.

"That was the plan," he tells me, "I love you too much to have you here alone and sick." I smile, blushing a bit adding color to my flushed face.

"I love you." I tell him as he turns around to look at me.

"I know," he says winking, "I love you too."