𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

sick - chris

requested?: no!

summary: in which you're sick and chris takes care of you

possible tw!: mentions of throwing up, being sick

y/n's pov
i woke up in chris' bed, and no chris. i grabbed my phone and checked the time. 12:08 pm. holy shit, this is the longest i've slept in awhile. i sat up and was greeted with a headache, sore throat, and stuffy nose. wonderful. i got up, changing into some leggings and a hoodie, before going upstairs to be met with matt and chris in the living room, on their phones.

i walked over to where chris was sitting, and he smiled at me, putting his phone to the side. "hi baby," he smiled, and i sat on his lap, cuddling into him, which was something i tended to do when i didn't feel good. "hi," i smiled, laying my head on his shoulder. "hi matt," i smiled at him, and he looked at me. "hi y/n/n," he smiled. chris went back on his phone and i grabbed his free hand, messing around and playing with his fingers, and he kissed my head.

after a little while i felt like i was gonna throw up, i tried swallowing to see if that would help, but it only made it worse. nick was coming downstairs, as i got off of chris' lap. "you okay?" he asked, and i just nodded before quickly walking to matt's bathroom. (sorry matt urs is just closer) i lifted the toilet seat up, kneeling down on the ground, before throwing up. "chris she's throwing up," i heard nick say, and i threw up more. he must've been in the kitchen.

a few seconds later the door opened, and immediately my hair was pulled back, and chris tied it back for me. he always kept a spare hair tie on his wrist with him and i thought it was the cutest thing ever. "you're okay baby," he rubbed my back, sitting down on the ground next to me. eventually i finished, and i flushed the toilet, leaning into chris, who immediately pulled me into him, taking the towel he had in his hand to wipe my mouth off.

"you're okay, i'm gonna take care of you baby, let's go lay down," he said before getting up, and bending down to pick me up, and i wrapped my arms and legs around him, and he carried me to his room. he laid me in his bed, pulling the blanket over me, looking at me. "what do you need baby? besides medicine," he asked me, moving the hair out of my face. "maybe just a water, but that's it," i told him. "okay, i'll be right back," he said before leaving the room, and coming back with medicine and a water.

"here you go baby," he said as i sat up, taking the stuff from him before taking the medicine. "thank you," i mumbled. "you're welcome, it's my job to take care of you," he said, coming over to the other side of his bed and laying down. "chris, i'm gonna get you sick, you don't have to stay with me," i said. "ah ah, don't give me that, you're sick baby," he said.

"yeah but you're gonna get sick and-" he cut me off. "that's okay, because you're my top priority right now. what if you get sick again? how am i supposed to help you if i don't know? plus, it gives me an excuse to cuddle with my girl all day, how could i pass that up?" he smirked, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my closer. "i hate you," i giggled. "love you too y/n," he kissed my head, and that was the last thing i remember before taking a nap.