Luke Hemmings Imagines

He's sick

I walked upstairs and entered me and Luke's room. I flipped on the light, and he groaned, covering his eyes. "I'm sorry babe. How are you feeling?" I asked, and walked over to the side of the bed. I pressed my hand to his forehead, and he felt hot.

He held out his arms, and made grabby hands at me, but I just shook my head. "Luke I don't want to get sick, and you need to sleep." I said, and he pouted. "But I can't sleep unless you're here." He muttered in a hoarse voice. I sighed, and slipped off my jeans.

"Will you please lay with me?" He asked and looked up at me. i nodded, and crawled in behind him. I threw an arm over his side, and a leg over his waist. "I love this..." he whispered

I kissed the back of his neck, but he got up quickly and ran to the bathroom. He leaned over the toilet, and got on his knees, holding his stomach as he threw everything up. He frowned, and flushed the toilet.

He stood up and brushed his teeth and washed his mouth with mouthwash. He slumped his shoulders and walked back over to me. He turned around and laid down with his back facing me. I scooted closer, and laid my head down on his shoulder, holding his body close to mine.

"I love you.." I whispered, and kissed the spot below his ear. He smiled and tangled our fingers together. "I love you, too." He whispered.

"Poor baby." I pouted, and he laughed a little. I ran a hand through his hair, and he leaned his head back a little. His eyes slowly closed and I was happy to see him finally relaxed.