Michael Clifford sickfics

Sick Dad

Michael is a single parent and gets sick so his daughter tries to take care of him. Thought this would be cute.
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Michael
I woke up with a groan, my head was pounding and my tummy had an annoying dull ache. Great, I'm fucking sick. "Dad?" Allison,  my daughter, called. I rolled over and saw my 10 year old girl standing in the doorway, "Hey Allie." I smiled and sat up, dizziness washing over my body. "You're sick." She stated with her arms crossed over her chest, "How did ya know?" I smirked. "Your nose is redder than your hair was." She smiled and I hoarsley chuckled,  "Do I get taken care of by my baby girl?" I asked as I stood up and she gave me a hug, her head lying on my chest. "The best I can do because I am not a doctor." She laughed and I giggled, then picking her up and slinging her over my shoulder. "Dad! Put me down!" Allison laughed as she playfully hit my back, I walked to the living room and put her down on the couch, pinning her down by her wrists. "Let me go!" She laughed, "If you say you'll make me coffee." I smiled. "Fine,  I'll make you coffee." She chuckled and I let her go, she got off the couch and I sat down, she kissed my forehead and went into the kitchen. I turned on the TV and flipped through channels, Allison came in with two mugs and sat next to me as she handed me one. "Do you know how much I love you?" I asked as I sipped from the steaming mug, "Enough to not give me your sick germs." She smirked and scooted away, putting her mug down on the coffee table and I did the same. "Who says I don't love you enough to give you my sick germs?" I asked and scooted over to her, suddenly grabbing her and pulling her into my chest. "Dad!" She shrieked as I pulled her, "Oh shut up, you love me." I giggled and hugged her tightly. "I do, but you're gonna give me your fever." She laughed, "So, I can take care of you." I smiled and kissed her head. "I need to pee Dad." She whined and I groaned, letting her get up and go to the bathroom. I watched the TV screen that was playing HIMYM, then I saw Allison walk in with a thermometer and medecine. "I'm not taking that." I whined as she tried to give me the mint Nyquil, "I'm the one who's supposed to be whining not you. Take the medecine." She scolded and gave me the clear medecine cup, I took it and grimaced at the vile taste. "Yuck!" I grimaced and Allison then gave me the thermometer, which I put in my mouth and waited for the beep. "How do you manage to get so sick so often?" She asked as I looked at the number, 103.4. I just shrugged and opened my arms for her to lay in, which she did and I held her tight to my chest. "You better not get me sick." She smirked, "Whatever, you still love me." I laughed and kissed her head. "Sadly." She smiled,  "Oh hush." I groaned and she laughed.

Allison
I watched as dad's eyes closed but shot open again, "Tired?" I smirked and he grunted in response.  He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my closer to his chest, "You're so clingy when you're sick." I mumbled. "Hm, heard that." He muttered as he was awake, "Your hair smells nice." He nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck and kissed under my ear. I giggled and heard his soft snored, feeling his chest rising and falling against my back. I carefully removed his arms from waist and stood up, laying a blanket over his body and turning off the TV, I kissed his warm forehead and saw him smile in his sleep. "Feel better dad." I smiled and went to my room so he could sleep in peace.