Hailee Steinfeld Imagines ✔️

Sick

Y/N's POV:

I woke up feeling like shit. I can't believe I'm sick, but to make things worse. Hailees not here. She's at some photo shoot. I don't feel like getting out of bed at all. I hate this. I hate being sick. This is the worst.

I can't deal with this no more. My stomach hurts like a bitch, my throat is hurting, my nose is stuffed, and I have a very annoying headache. I can't take this. I'm calling Hailee.

"Hi baby! What's up?"

"I'm sick Haiz and I hate it." I sniffle, my voice breaks a little. I'm literally on the verge of tears.

"I'm on my way."

Before I can even answer, she hung up already. Man, I don't deserve this girl. She's perfect.

Hailees POV:

As soon as Y/N told me she was sick, I bid my goodbyes, and sprinted to the car. I stopped by the grocery store. I got her some chicken noodle soup, tea, medicine, painkillers, her favorite chocolate, and some donuts. I quickly check out and rush back home. My poor baby girl is sick and suffering. When she gets sick, she feels like shit. And is in so much pain. So when she calls me, I know it's gotta be bad, and so every time I rush the hell out of what I'm doing to get to her. I would stop and do anything for that girl. She has my heart.

I finally reach our house. I park the car and race to the door holding the bags. I unlock the door and step inside, immediately being greeted by Martini and Brando.

"Babe?" I call out to her. No response. Well, that just means she's upstairs. I walk upstairs and open our bedroom door. I see my poor girl huddled up into a ball, holding her stomach, tear stained cheeks. I gently place the bags down and sit on the bed next to her. I don't even talk, I just pull my baby onto my lap and rock her for a bit. She cries into my chest, I rub her back and scratch her neck a bit. I know it calms her down.

"Baby?" I say softly, she looks at me. I cup her face and wipe away the tears, placing a soft kiss on her nose. "I got soup for you, some tea, painkillers for your headache and stomach, chocolate, and donuts. I know it hurts it can you eat a little something for me?"

"I can try." She whispers. I nod and gently carry her downstairs with the bag in my hand. I take her to the kitchen and sit her down on the counter. I take a little bit of the soup and put in a bowl to heat it up for her. While it's heating, I stand between her legs, and just comfort her as best as I can. I run her back, hold her head, and kiss her forehead.

When the soup finished cooking, I take a little bit on a spoon and hold it up for her to try. She hesitates at first but takes a bit nevertheless. I set the bell down and hold her face while she heads it slowly.

"I'm not really feeling it right now." She whispers looking down. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, baby. It's okay. Promise, we can heat some more for you later. Right now, you should rest. Yeah?" I say softly. She nods and I gently carry her back up the stairs. I lay her down in our bed and change her into some more comfortable clothes. I grab her one of my favorite hoodies that I know she loves and pull it over her. She immediately snuggles into it. She's so cute, I can't take it.

I grab a glass of water and her painkillers. I then heat up her heating pad and grab a puke bowl. Just in case.

"Here. These will help with your stomach ache and headache. Kay?" I hand her the pills. She takes them reluctantly, she hates the pain and uncomfortable feeling she gets when ever she's sick. I give her some medicine to help her sleep and some tissues for her nose. I change into some pajamas before crawling into bed. I gently pull her into me. Her legs go on either side of me and her arms wrap around my waist. My arms go around her back as I rock her from side to side. Gently rubbing her back to help her sleep.

"Thank you Haiz." She whispers, "I love you"

"Your welcome baby. I love you told. Get some rest sweetie." I kiss her head before slowly rubbing her neck and back. Before I know it she's asleep. I look down at how cute she looks. God I love this girl so much. Nothing will ever change that.