Michael Clifford sickfics

Date night

Request by @Harry_Styles_4_life, sorry if I didn't spell the name right.
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When Michael picked Madeline up for their date, she noticed he didn't look right. He was paler than usual and his eyes weren't bright like normal, they were tired and hazy looking. "Mikey, you don't look to good sweetie." She frowned and he shot her a wide smile, "I'm fine love." He smiled and took her hand, walking to his car and he drove into the city. The couple walked around the streets, hands intertwined as they did. Madeline noticed Michael's palms were clammy and cold, "Babe are you sure you're feeling alright? Be honest please." She asked as the sat down on a bench. "Okay." He sighed, "I feel awful." He groaned and wrapped an arm around his waist.  "My tummy hurts pretty bad and I'm really nauseous." He let it out all in one go and Madeline put her hand on his forehead, feeling a fever.  "Babe, you're burning up. If you were sick, we really didn't have to go out tonight." She cooed and stood him and herself up. "I just didn't wanna cancel on you and now I just ruined our date night. I'm so fucking sorry Madeline." He whimpered and tears began rolling down his cheeks, "Oh sweetie, it's fine. Let me take you home so you can get some rest." She cooed and he wiped his eyes, he held her hand and she walked him to the car, driving to his hoouse. Right when they pulled up into his driveway, he jumped out of the car and tried to unlock the door, but he just turned to his front lawn and threw up the small dinner he had. Madeline walked over to him and rubbed circles in his back as he emptied his stomach,  his hands pressed against his belly as he brought up his stomach contents. He paused for a second and gulped, "You done?" She asked and he weakly nodded,  she put her arms around his waist and helped him walk inside, she walked him into his bedroom and he fell on the bed, kicking off his shoes and Madeline laid next to him, wrapping her arms around him and rubbed his tummy through the fabric of his Iron Maiden shirt. "Babe, you should go home. I don't want you getting sick." He moaned and she just kissed his warm forehead, "I'm gonna take care of my sick kitten." She smiled and he weakly grinned at her. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" He mumbled sleepily and cuddled deeper into her chest,  "You may have mentioned it once or twice." Madeline chuckled and he giggled, "Well....*yawn* I love you." He yawned before falling into a peaceful sleep.