𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ❤︎

3,sick

TW: throw up, sickness, pain

I've been sick all day, trying to hide the fact that I am, I've not left me and Matt's bedroom all day. I've been in a black oversized hoodie and long grey sweatpants. I hear a knock on the door, it's obviously matt since no one else is here at the moment.

"yes?" I cough "can I come in? after all it is also my room." he empathizes the word 'my' "yep, sure." I try to hide the sickness in my voice. the door opens and light shines in "please shut the door." I cover my eyes "oh, okay." he mumbles as he closes the door.

he turns around and walks up to me, "are you alright, lia." he sits beside me "yeah, why- why would be asking?" I hide my mouth with my hoodie. "you haven't left the room in ages, I'm getting worried." he places a hand on my thigh "im okay, I promise." I look o to his ocean eyes.

"ocean blue eyes, looking in mine. I feel like I might, sink and drown and die."

" ive never fallen from quite this high fallin' into your ocean eyes."

"please come out of the room, I want to see you, my beautiful girlfriend." he blushes "i want to see you to, matt." i cant help but smile, making him stand up. "cmonnn, please?" he begs, "fine." I scoff. I get up and immediately I feel a rush of sickness flow through my body.

I run straight to the bathroom, I can't even shut the door. my face enters the toilet as I throw up, the pain in my throat is unbearable. I start to sob from the pain "shit- fuck. ill go get you a wet cloth to get down your temperature." his hands start shaking as he looks through the mirror cupboard.

"here." his voice trembles as he turns on the faucet. he holds my hair back as I throw up, with my hands on either side of the toilet seat. "it's alright, lia." he rubs my back. i continue to sob heavily and every few seconds throw up pours from my mouth.

he kneels down to my hight, softly rubbing my back as he soothes me. "why didn't you tell me you were sick?" he mumbles. "i thought you'd make me leave." i say softly "what?" he chuckles "I would never ask you to leave because your sick, your my girlfriend and I love you. if your sick I want to be able to take care of you." he continues to rub my back.

he grabs an elastic band from his wrist and toes my hair up into a small bun. when i finally feel like I don't need to throw up I stand up slowly. he grabs my hands, interlocking them together as he stands behind me. I look up at him, our faces inches apart. he spins me around to face him and our lips touch, that might seem disgusting because im sick, don't worry, im clean now.

his eyes light up once we pull apart. "do you want to watch a movie?" he wraps his arms around my waist. "sure." I smile as we walk out of the bathroom and straight to the bed.
.i lay down and he lays beside me, "what do you want to watch?" he whispers "spiderman homecoming?" i look at him. "sure." he smiles softly.

authors note
AHHH THIS IS AO CUTE