stomachache (request)

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request from the wonderful ionlyluvuwhenursick

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TW emetophobia

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Nick's POV

Charlie's coming over soon and I feel absolutely rubbish.

I'm lying on my bed with my arm over my eyes willing the pain in my stomach away when the doorbell rings.

I struggle my way up and towards the door. Before opening it, I put on my best fake smile because I don't want to worry Charlie and ruin our afternoon together.

The second I open the door his arms are around my neck and his lips are against mine.

"Why hello there," I mumble against his lips.

He pulls back but leaves his arms around my neck. "Hi," he says with a soft smile.

"Let's go to my room," I suggest, "We can watch some movies."

We both make our way upstairs, me slightly slower than him due to the pain radiating from my stomach. By the time I make it up he's already sitting on my bed.

His eyes scan me before his eyebrows furrow, "Are you ok Nick?"

"Yeah, I am" I lie with a smile.

"You sure?" He asks, "You're awfully pale."

"Are you insulting me Charles?" I try and play it off with a joke.

The furrow immediately leaves his brows as he rolls his eyes and moves over on the bed, patting the space next to him.

We lie get comfortable and put on a movie we've both seen a hundred times just so we can talk. As we continue talking I become increasingly aware of the lump at the back of my throat.

Charlie looks at my weirdly as I start stuttering my way through our conversation as the nausea starts becoming overwhelming.

"I'm just going to the loo really quick," I say quickly before borderline sprinting to the bathroom and throwing up in the toilet.

I then feel a hand on my back and another pushing my sweaty hair off of my forehead.

"Nick," He whispers in my ear, "C'mon get up."

We half hoists me up as he walks me back to my room and lays me on my bed.

He grabs a cold cloth from downstairs and a glass of water.

"You should've told me," He says, running his fingers through my hair.

"I didn't want to ruin our afternoon," I reply weakly.

"You're so stupid," he laughs lovingly, "you have no control over your sickness love, I would've gladly taken care of you either way."

I grumble quietly because I know he's right.

We stay in bed for the rest of the afternoon and he only leaves once he knows my mum is home to take care of me.

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