Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

Sick day (Peter Parker)

Requested by leoxparker: Y/N and Peter are together, and one day, Y/N is sick and so doesn't show up to school, but her phone dies so she can't tell Peter. He suspects anyway that she's sick, so he plans to go visit her after school. He writes her a cute note during class, and on his way to hers, he buys her all of her favourite snacks and buys her flowers too. He gets there, he takes care of her and helps to make her feel better.

Shivers ran through my body, shots of white-hot and ice-cold pain sprinting through me at the same time as I slowly but surely got pulled out of sleep. My eyes fluttered as I tried to force them open, but my entire being felt too weak even to do that.

"H-h-holy sh-h-hit." I whispered, my entire body shivering and aching as I pulled the covers as far around me as possible. It was official. I was sick. I had felt the start of what looked to be the flu when I'd been with my boyfriend, Peter, yesterday, and we had ended up not even kissing because I had had a sore throat and was worried about passing it on to him. I'd bet that he would be glad about that once he found out that I wasn't well.

"Honey, are you up? You're going to be late for school if you don't get ready!" I heard my mom yell from the bottom of the stairs.

"M-mom, I d-d-don't feel good!" I managed to talk back, though I had no idea if I'd been loud enough for her to hear. It was obvious that she had heard as within seconds, I heard footsteps before my door opened. Her eyes widened slightly.

"No, you don't look well, either." She sighed before leaning down and pressing the back of her hand to my forehead.

"Yeah, you have a fever, you need to stay off today. I'll call the school to tell them that you won't be coming in. Go back to sleep, try to get some rest." She nodded.

"Okay, mom, thanks." I mumbled. She gave me a small smile and gently cupped my cheek before leaving the room. I continued to shiver, my eyes already drooping again in exhaustion as I picked my phone up with shaky hands and raised it to my eye level. I clicked onto my text conversation with Peter, my hands almost too weak to even hold the phone as I started to type out a text to him at a painfully slow pace.

Y/N: Hey, Pete, I'm sick today, so won't be in scho-.

My screen went black as my phone died, making me groan and squeeze my eyes shut as I put my phone back on my bedside table. My eyes fluttered shut, my body far too weak to stay awake long enough to even plug in my phone as I fell back asleep.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter walked in the stream of students heading into the school, his earbuds in as he walked to his locker. He opened it and started shoving stuff in, his ears still filled with the music as he got ready for the day. But the music didn't stop. Peter's eyebrows furrowed and he looked around, confusion filling his head as what happened every morning...had just failed to happen. Every morning since they'd started dating a year ago, Y/N would come up to Peter and would pull out one of his earbuds before kissing him on the cheek as a way to say 'morning' to him. This morning, that didn't happen.

"Huh." Peter mumbled as he got his phone out of his pocket and turned it on. His eyebrows furrowed, more confusion entering his head as he didn't have any texts or calls from Y/N telling him that she'd be late. There was nothing. He sighed and bit his lip as he typed out a message to her before pressing 'send'.

Peter: You okay, babe? You're not here this morning? X.