Woso Oneshots

Sick, Alessia Russo.

I'm bored, so I'm writing this. That's all.

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Y/n's pov.

I hate being ill. I move, it hurts, I talk, it hurts, I do nothing, and it still hurts. Can't this sodding illness just sod off already? I'm fed up.

How is it that I can just wake up like this? It couldn't have even given me a warning. That would have been much appreciated.

There's a knock on the bedroom door, and Lessi sticks her head around the corner.

'Hey baby, time to get up. It's nearly lunchtime.' She tells me softly, her smile never leaving her face.

It's not unusual for me to be in bed this long as my average bedtime is about four am.

In reply, all I can do is groan and roll over, facing my back to her.

'What's wrong y/n/n?' She walks around the bed and crouches down in front of my face.

'Nothin.' I mumble, keeping my eyes closed and away from the bright light seeping out of the curtains.

I feel her hand rest against my forehead before she quickly takes it off.

'How are you feeling?' She asks, realising that I'm dying.

'Rubbish.' I mumble again before lifting the covers over my head to block everything out.

Alessia's pov.

This is going to be fun.

Not that I don't like looking after Y/n, but she can be a pain sometimes. When she's ill, she'll either be super clingy or not want anything to do with me.

I can't even tell yet because it's early days.

'Is there anything I can do, baby?' I ask her, hoping for an actual answer.

'Hmh.' She whines, turning over yet again to face away from me.

I was hoping for clingy Y/n. At least then I get cuddles.

I sigh and grab the tv remote, switching on Pulp Fiction to try and lure her out of the covers.

She instantly recognises the sound of her favourite film and peaks over the top of the duvet, just enough for her to see the tv.

If she wasn't in a mood, it would be cute, but I need to figure out exactly what's wrong so that I can give her the correct medicine.

And that's one of the many problems we are going to face today. The girl hates taking medicine. I think she does it just to annoy me.

'Y/n/n, can you tell me how you are feeling. Use your words.' You might think I'm treating her like a baby, but it's the only way to get her to listen.

God, if anyone found out she acted like this when she's ill, she'd kill me.

Honestly, she acts all mean and cold outside, but as soon as we get through the front door, it's a whole new story.

'Head, throat, chest.' She sniffles, not taking her eyes off of the screen.

'Okay, love, I'll be back in a minute.' I tell her, kissing her forehead before leaving the room.

Y/n's pov.

I swear to god if she tries to get me to take any of that medicine. I hate it. It tastes like poison.

Not having it. I'm already dying as it is. Can't be bothered with it.

Although death by poison doesn't sound too bad at the moment, it'd be better than whatever disease I have.

I breathe in too deep and fall into a coughing fit that lasts about ten years. Alessia comes back in just as it finishes.

'Ow.' I whine, closing my eyes as the pain eases slightly.

'Come on, love, take some of this. It'll make you feel better.' She says softly, shoving a spoon full of shit in my face.

I shake my head and turn away from her, not about to put that goop in my mouth.

'Please, for me.' She knows that works, the sly bitch.

I huff and turn towards her, letting her give me the medicine, and after I swallow it, I go straight back into another coughing fit.

'Mmm.' I whine in discomfort, curling up into a ball.

Did mention I turn into a child when I'm ill. I don't know why I just lose all of my dignity and act like I'm five years old again.

'It's okay baby, I've got you.' Less coos, laying down next to me, allowing me to place my head on her chest and listen to her heartbeat. Sommat that's always calmed me down.

Although that's normally calming me down from fits of rage not dying from a stupid cold.

The sound of her heart soon sends me to sleep, the medicine starting to work, meaning I can be comfortable for a few hours.

Alessia's pov.

I wish she was this innocent all of the time. It's quite peaceful at the moment.

I just hope she feels better once she wakes up. I don't want her to be even more mardy, I'll have to call Leah for backup or something.

Well, the peace lasts about half an hour as she soon wakes up having a cough attack and spluttering everywhere.

I get her a drink of water and raise it to her lips.

'Small sips, baby.' I tell her, not wanting her to choke on it.

Honestly, the girl chokes on water like three times a day.

'Fuckin hell.' She groans, curling up in a ball. 'That nap just made me feel worse.'

'Why don't we watch a film, yeah?' I've got to distract her until I can give her some more medicine, and the only way I can do that is through film.

'Mhm.' She let's out with a pout on her face.

'Legend?' I ask, knowing she watched it the other day and thought it was hilarious.

'Yeah, please.' She whispers, snuggling back into my chest.

I turn on the film and we watch it quietly.

'Lessi?' She looks up to me.

'Yeah, baby?' I reply.

'My head hurts.' She sulks.

'Here, have a drink, love.' I say, passing her, her water again.

'Still hurts.' She groans as I take it back off of her.

'I know, but I can't give you medicine for another few hours.' She groans again and digs her head into the crook of my neck.

I kiss the side of her head and slowly massage it, hoping to relieve some of the pain.

'Yep, that works.' She hums, pushing her head closer into my hand.

Honestly, if any of the girls found out, she acts like this when she's ill. She'd think it's the end of her life or something.

I guess I'm just better than them.

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Idk that was a bad ending, but I didn't really know how to end it. Someone suggested another Less fic like a few days ago and didn't reply about what they wanted it to be about. So this is now that fic.

It's always the same person who does this as well. Like, bro, check your notifications, man.

Mase. :)