The Beatles Imagines ❤️

| John |

Emery woke up to a feeling of being cold and hot at the same time. Her body ached and she felt terrible.
She looked up and saw her amazing boyfriend, John, who's arms were wrapped around her, sleeping ever so peacefully.
She decided to try to go back to sleep, burying her head in John's chest.
But to her discontent, she could not manage to fall into a trance.
She was frustrated, tears filling her eyes as she couldn't even imagine a nice scenario to fall asleep to, her sickness making more of an impact on her body.
"Good morning love." She heard.
"Morning, John." Emery whispered, not wanting to look at him due to her tears.
"Hey." John lifted her chin with his finger and his face became concerned when he saw streaks of tears on Emery's face.
"Em, what's wrong?" John asked her, wiping her tears with his thumbs and tucking her loose hair behind her ears.
"I don't-I don't feel good. My head hurts, I can't fall asleep, and I just don't feel good in general. I'm sorry for bothering you." Emery looked down, wiping her tears.
"Em, you didn't bother me. Why are you apologizing? Also, you're a great actress." John smiled.
Emery looked at him confused. "What do you mean by that?"
"Pretending to be sick just so I can stay home and cuddle you all day? I love the idea, and I'm flattered, really, but-"
Emery giggled, resting her head in John's chest. John smiled and stroked her hair.
"Don't worry, darling. I'll stay here. Paul can go suck it if he argues. I can make a song in my head in a second. I'm that good." John joked, which made Emery laugh again.
"Really, though. Here, I'll go make you some toast." John said, jumping out of bed and putting a t-shirt on.
"No, John, you don't have to do that. I'm fine. Plus, I'm not hungry." Emery said, groaning slightly as she sat up in bed.
"I know, love, but it'll help your stomach." John said, pointing his fingers in guns at her and winking before running down the stairs, making a grand exit that left Emery laughing once more. John sure was a funny guy.
  After a couple of minutes, John came back upstairs with a plate with toast and a glass of water. He set them on the bedside table next to you.
"Thank you." Emery smiled weakly.
"No problem, love. Now eat up. I had a piece downstairs, it's your turn." John smiled, hopping into bed next to you.
Emery picked up the toast and had 4 substantial bites. Then she had a sip of water.
"Yay! Proud of you." John false-cheered.
Emery laughed.
  "Do you need anything else? Tissues? Pillow? Whatever you need, darling." John said.
Emery's heart swelled at his adoration.
"Just need you, Johnny." Emery said, staring into his eyes innocently.
"No problem, darling." John grinned, laying down and holding his arms out. Emery snuggled into him, laying her head and hand on his chest. He wrapped a hand around her waist and stroked her hair.
"Thank you for taking care of me. I love you." Emery whispered sweetly.
"Anything for you, Em. I love you so much." John kissed her forehead.
Emery finally was able to get some sleep, which she was so grateful for. She woke up later that day, John still sleeping beside her.