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You're on bed rest

Ashton:

"I feel really nauseous," you admit to your boyfriend of seven months as you sit in the living room talking.

"Really? Why don't you lay down, babe," Ashton lifts your feet from the ground carefully and sets them on the couch, leaning you back so you're lying down.

"Ashton I don't need to lay down," you sigh, trying to sit up.

Ashton presses his hands on your shoulders, preventing you from rising.

"Lay back down, Y/N, you could get even sicker," Ashton orders you.

He then makes sure you don't get up the rest of the day.

Michael:

You look around for your boyfriend, making sure he isn't near you.

You're nine months pregnant, ready to give birth at any minute.

Once you make sure he's not in sight, you stand.

"Y/N? What are you doing up? Sit back down," Michael appears in the doorway, guiding you to sit back down on the couch.

You heave out a sigh, plopping back down on the couch.

"Michael, I just want to stand," you complain.

"The doctor put you on bedrest, you're ready to birth any minute," Michael replies, sliding an arm across your body.

"Laying down is too boring, I wanna do something," you try to stand back up but Michael pulls you back down again.

"Babe, you can do stuff when the baby gets here. For now just rest," Michael rubs your stomach in comfort.

"Fine."

Luke:

"Why didn't I hear you get up?" Luke shows up in the doorway of the bedroom you share with him, spotting you dressed, hair and makeup done.

"I opened the drawers slowly," you finish tying the one converse you had on, standing up and reaching for your crutches.

"Where are you going?" Luke asks you, blocking the doorway.

"To the grocery store, we need a lot," you tell him.

"I'll send Ashton, you need to sit down," Luke carries you to the bed, setting you down.

"You're really going to listen to the doctor?" You raise your eyebrows at him.

"And you're not?" He replies.

You sigh, resting your head back on the pillow. "Fine. I'll just sit here and complain."

Calum:

"The surgery was yesterday, Cal, I can get up by now," you whine to your boyfriend of ten months.

"That doesn't mean it's healed," Calum protests.

"It's not like the stitches are gonna fall out," you huff, standing up from the bed.

"Y/N, lay down, you just got your abdomen taken out," Calum gently pushes you back onto the bed.

"This is going to be an annoying week," you glare at him.

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