"Hey, babe" You called Ethan, your boyfriend asking him if he wants to come over since you're home alone. your parents left 2 hours ago, saying that they'll come back late and you were bored out of your mind. "Hey" he said in a raspy voice. "Uhh, are you okay?" You asked, sounding concern. "uh yeah I am" he said, and you heard him cough. "I'm not trying to be rude or anything but why did you call?" He asked. "Oh, my parents aren't home." so I thought you'd maybe wanna come over?" You asked, playing with the side of your shirt. "Ah I wish I could baby girl but I can't, I'm so sorry" he replied. You just nodded, but remembered that he can't see you "oh okay" you said and he told you he had to go, and hung up. You changed into a pair of jeans and a shirt, putting on your shoes. Writing a short note for your parents in case they came back early, before making your way outside. You live 40 blocks away from Ethan's house so you decided to stop by. Once you reached his house, you knock on the door and step back. No one answered, you knocked again and after quite a while you hear footsteps from inside. The door finally opens, revealing a tired looking Ethan. "Y/N what are you doing here?" He said, coughing a little. "I was concerned about you, so I dropped by. Hope you don't mind" you said, as he moved out of the door frame for you to step in, and you do. "I'm fine Y/N, it's just a cold" he said, you noticing the box of tissues in his hand as he grabbed a tissue and blowed in it. "Doesn't look like it, come on" you said, putting your arm on his shoulder as you both made your way upstairs and opened his bedroom, making him lay on his bed. "I'll be right back" you said as he raised his eyebrows. You leave his bedroom and make your way to the kitchen, making chicken noodle soup. You place the bowl of soup on a tray, with a glass of water. You grab the tray and slowly walk upstairs to his bedroom, you walk in to see him not in his bed anymore. You place the tray on the table, hearing noises in the bathroom. You knock on the door and open it, to see him throwing up. Once he stops throwing up, he notices you standing there. "Y/N I don't want you to see me throwing up" he said and you just ignore what he said, wetting a towel with warm water. You walk over to him and sit down next to him on the bathroom floor, cleaning his mouth. "Sorry you had to see me...throw up" he said, and you just raised an eyebrow. "Are you seriously apologizing for that? Ethan you don't have to say sorry cause you threw up. Everyone throws up its not a weird habit or anything" you said, sending a small smile his way. He smiles weakly before throwing up again, he groans. "Ughhh my stomach hurts so much" he said, and you cleaned his mouth again with the towel before helping him up, and walk him back to bed. Once he lays under on the cover, you help him sit up and place the tray on the nightstand. "Made your favorite" you said smiling, he weakly smiled and reached over for the bowl. he eats his soup while you just sit at the end of the bed, awkwardly. Looking down, playing with your fingers. Once he finishes with the soup, he places it back on the tray and you get up, grabbing the tray and going back downstairs, making sure to clean everything you used, and putting it back where you took it. You walk back upstairs and see him, still sitting up. You smile and walk over to him, sitting on the side of the bed, in front of him. "Thank you for taking care of me" he said, intertwining his fingers with yours. "My pleasure" you replied. You lean over to him for a kiss but he pushes you gently away. "Babe I don't want you to get sick" he said, worriedly. You chuckle, "I don't get sick" you said, before connecting your lips with his. He automatically kisses back, pulling you closer to him. you both lean back, trying to catch your breath. Resting your foreheads against each others, he smiles and you smile back. "I love you, Ethan" you said, after a moment of silence. "I love you more, darling" he replied. "Impossible" you said, your fingers still intertwined with each others. "Possible"
