Bad Boy Wanna Love||L.H.

Chapter 10: Sick.

One of the worst things in the world was waking up with a cold. The constant need to eject your insides out through your nose or cough up your lungs with the slight hint of fever that will rise and fall at a drastic rate from the moment you wake up is certainly not pleasant.

That sounds pretty awful by itself but I don't think God was content with my torture for I had an uninvited guest called my period. Yup, not being to breath and bleeding at the same time. This is all I needed to absolutely hate the world.

"Ellie?" My mum whispers, as she opens my bedroom door and walked in. Trying to be as quiet as possible.

"Uh huh..?" I responded, not able to use my mouth to talk. My stomach churning, making me feel like throwing up.

"I'm leaving for work now..Do you want me to have Chad come check up on you?" She asks, coming over to my bed and placing a hand on my forehead.

"No, I think i'll be fine..."

"Okay.." She leans down and places a kiss to my forehead. "Call me if you need anything, alright?"

"I'll be fine, mum.." I mumble, turning over and reaching for a tissue from the box. To my misfortune, I knocked the box over. I look down at the box of tissue on the floor and then at my mum.

"Could you get that for me?" I give her a smile, but probably looked scary as hell. She sighed and picked up the box, handing me a tissue in the process. I thanked her and blew my nose.

"I'll try coming back home early." She says, before leaving my room.

I reach over and grab my bottle of warm water and take a big sip of it. The water stinging my sore throat and making it hard to swallow.

Being sick on a Saturday was absolute bullshit. Not like I had any plans, but why on a holiday? I could have fallen ill on Monday or any other week day. But, no. My body decided to let the germs in and affect me on a flipping weekend.

This is probably my fault anyway. I shouldn't have eaten so much ice cream last night with Luke. He told me it was too cold for ice cream but, me being the little stubborn nut, didn't listen. So, he took to this really cute ice cream place and bought me ice cream. My anger towards him had died down by then.

At the pizza place, I hardly ate. Not because I was mad, but because I didn't like pizza that much. I ate like two slices and then told him I couldn't eat anymore, which he took as I lost my appetite because of him and apologized another hundred times.

It was a series of confusing emotions last night. And here I am, sick. Paying for my stubborn attitude.

I wanted to call Alex over but she was busy taking care of her mother. Michael texted me for a while and asked about my "date" and kept being annoying. I don't hate the guy but I was on my period and I couldn't be bother to be nice to someone. He stopped replying after I asked him if he finished his Biology homework. I did that on purpose, already knowing he hadn't done it. He never does it.

As for Luke, I haven't spoken to him since last night. He dropped me off at around 11 pm. Walking me to my door and making small conversation. He seemed upset about having to go back home, but I did not ask why. I didn't really want to know about his life.

My body was aching and my eyes were closing. I closed my eyes and pulled the covers up, falling asleep for a while.

*

"Hah! Draw four!"

"Aw man!"

I opened my eyes, listening to the voices whisper-shouting at each other. I recognized one as Lizzie, but the other wasn't clear to me.

"Shh..I think she's waking up."

I look over my side and see Lizzie and Luke sitting on the bedroom floor, with uno cards piled up in front of them and a some in their hands.

"Hi." Luke smiled. I looked at him with my eyes half-opened, trying to focus my vision.

I rub my eyes and push myself up, sitting up straight. My head pounding even though I'd just taken a good nap. I look at the clock on the side and it read '4:30 pm'. I slept for most part of the day. But, more importantly, what is Luke doing here?

"When did you get here?" I coughed out, my throat extremely dry. I reach over and pick up the bottle of water and try unscrewing the cap, but failing because I closed it too tight.

Luke got up from his spot on the floor and walked over to the bed, taking a seat next to me. He was wearing a sweat shirt and black skinny jeans. I focused on his face and saw his nose was a light shade of pink and his eyes looked droopy and kinda red. In short, he looked drugged. A cute drugged.

What am I even saying? The fever's gotten to my head.

"Nice to see you too." He says sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "I came by at around 3."

"You've been here for half an hour, and you didn't bother waking me up?"

"You were asleep..I didn't want to wake you up when you're sick." He leaned on his side and rested on his elbow, across my legs. I look down at him, then look toward Lizzie.

"She was great company." Luke says, making me turn back at him. I felt exhausted to show any type of emotion.

"Yeah, seemed like a fun game of uno." I say, trying swallow the dry lump in my throat. Luke laughed, but ended up in a fit of coughs.

"You okay?" I ask, concerned by his violent coughing. I pick up my water bottle and hand it to him. He raised a hand and refused the water.

"Yeah, just a little sour throat." He says, finally recovering. "Last night's ice cream seems to be paying a price."

"Sorry, I didn't know we'd end up falling ill." I sigh, regretting ever asking for it in the first place.

"It's okay. I fall ill really easily anyway." He assures, smiling a little.

"Bad boy got a low immune system?" I laugh, winching from the sting in my throat. Okay, this sore throat is getting on my nerves.

"I'm only human, Eliza James." He smirked.

"Whatever you say, Luke Hemmings."

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