I hate you ~ Kylux

Chapter 4- Illness

Hux's pov-

One. Fucking. Bed.

No i'm done.

As we stood in the doorway Kylo Ren removed his mask to reveal a horrified face. "I'll take the sofa." he pointed toward a small velvet love seat.

"Don't be ridiculous! You'll never fit on that, i'll take it."
I hung my bag up on the wall, and made my way over to the bed and grabbed a pillow and threw it down on the chair. I kicked my boots off, threw my coat on the floor and lay down on the chair.

"No, just get in the bed. Stay away from me though." he gestured to the bed.

"Fine." I sighed. And quickly got in the bed. "I'm going to bed now, jet lag." he nodded in agreement.

"I think i shall too." he lay down next to me. Ew.

I scooted over closer to edge and further away from him. This is excruciatingly awkward. Is he close to me or is he just really tall?

"You can move up General."

"No. And don't call me General in bed." I said and- OH SHIT. "No! Not like that! You filthy fucking... pervert."

"I wasn't thinking that, General." he's doing this to mess with me, well i won't let him.

"Let me go to sleep!" I rolled my eyes as I closed them.

"So are you going to move up?" he offers again.

"No."

And after hours of tossing and turning i fell asleep.

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I woke up on the floor. I pushed myself up on my hands and looked around. "Did you have fun on the floor?"

"Do you push me off?!" Of course he did.

"No, you slept on the edge and rolled off, maybe don't next time."

I scoffed, "Ugh. What time is it? Why is my head pounding? Why is my nose tingling? Why-? actually no i'm going to shut up."

"It's six hundred hours. Also sounds like your ill." he said. I felt offended.

"What no?! I don't get ill. That's stupid!" But it was excruciating. I've never felt this way since I was a weak venerable child.

"You sound ridiculous. Everyone gets ill. Get in the bed, i'll contact the Senator  and tell her we shan't be able to negotiate today."

"No!" But as soon as I said that, proving him correct, I sneezed. Like a fucking horse.

"Charming. Get in bed." he laughed. I sighed. How many times have I done that in the space of twenty four hours? But I gave in, I had no energy to argue. My eyes stung, my stomach felt like it was falling out my body, it felt like there was a hammer being bashed into my skull and my entire body ached.

I lay down and brought the covers over everything but my head. I haven't been ill for years it can't seriously be happening now?

"I've let them know, we have re-scheduled a new appointment for in two days time, get better by then."

"I won't! I'll probably die first." I know i'm being dramatic but it seriously feels like i'm being brutally tortured.

"Stop being dramatic. I'll go get breakfast, get your beauty sleep. Guess you won't be going to that nightclub after all."

I scoffed as he left the room. Thank god some fucking peace and quiet to work, I grab my data pad and some files and start to work. I also spoke to Phasma to remain sanity, though i did not tell her about my illness, i didn't want her to see me as week.

I saw Ren come in. "Put the files away!" he snapped.

"Why do you care?"

"Because if you aren't better in two days I have to negotiate on my own and I can't do that!" his voice sounded ridiculous under that mask.

"So you admit i'm better than you?" I tilted my chin up slightly.

"No i just- Heres your food." he places a tray on my lap, "I had to use the force for them to allow me to bring it up here."

"Awww thanks for using your special mind powers for me." knob.

"I fucking heard that."

You were meant to.

"Eat your food and go to bed."

I look down at my tray, it looks disgusting but I force myself to eat it anyway. "I can't sleep I have to work!"

"You overwork yourself, go to bed or i'll put you to rest myself." he noticed the confusion spreading on my face, "as in i'll murder you myself."

"Can you go somewhere else i don't want you here."

"Where do you want me to go? The bathroom. No i'm staying here."

"Doing what exactly, Kylo Ren." he breathed in quite aggressively when I said his name.

"Working."

"If your woking than I shall too." I picked up my papers again and started to read through and sign them.

"No your not." he reached in front of me and took the papers away from me. "Go to bed."

"Why. Do. You. Care?" what's his problem.

"Because you don't know how to take care of yourself and you need to get better so we can win this planet over to the first order. So go to fucking sleep."

"Fine. Im not happy about it though." i feel physically uncomfortable sleeping in the same room as him.

Kylo Ren's pov:

I look at him. I think sleep may be the only time where he is completely tranquil. His face is rested and his hair isn't slicked back with a scandalous amounts of gel and it falls in front of his face. I almost admire his, beauty?

NO! Anyway so, negotiations and stuff, Supreme Leader Snoke blah blah blah...

"I can feel your eyes on me Kylo. Is there a problem?" he spoke, keeping his eyes shut. Did he just call me Kylo? He never calls me by my first name and that's the second time, he must be ill.

"Go to sleep."

He accepts and rolls over to try to sleep. I smile slightly- no i frown no smiling from me, no way.

1056 words

i wrote this at a sleep over while everyone was asleep. this is just sad.

anyway if you have any ideas i take requests and you will be credited <3