Michael Jackson Imagines

He Gets Sick

Michaels pov;

I wake up and I feel absolutely disgusting. I have a huge headache, and my stomach is killing me.

I look over and I see y/n sleeping peacefully, so I didn't want to disturb her, so I get out of bed and look at the clock.

6:47am.

It was too early to wake up y/n, so I decide to go downstairs.

I grab myself some water and lay on the couch and turn on a movie. Suddenly, I felt hands on my head.

"Hey babe." y/n says, in a sleepy voice.

"Oh, hey, What are you doing up so early?" I ask, expecting her to sleep in longer.

"I could say the same to you." She says, smiling.

"I'm just not feeling to great baby," She walks over to me, and cups my face with her hands, and feels my forehead to see if I had a fever.

"You're really hot, Michael." She says, shocked.

"You probably should rest all day today, and I will be your personal helper. If you need anything I will get it for you."

"Aw. Baby no, I can take care of myself, so you go and do something, and relax." I say, not wanting her to waste her time on me.

"No, sorry, I feel bad that you're really sick, and I want to help." She says, as she leans in to give me a kiss, but I pull away.

"Hey..." She says, in a sad tone, "Babe, I would really hate it if I got you sick." I say.

I get up and put my arms around her, and sit her down on the couch with me.

"You know I love you, right?" I say shyly, "yes, I love you, too." She says, looking up at my face meeting eye contact, as she snuggles up next to me.

"I'm still getting that kiss though." She says, laughing.

"Ahhh no." I scream, putting a pillow in front of my face. Even though I didn't feel good we wrestled around on the couch.

"You're not going to get sick." I say, laughing, almost getting knocked off the coach.

I lay back down on the couch with a pillow covering my face.

"Hey." She says shyly, as she climbs on top of me taking off the pillow.

I lean and kiss her hard holding her face in my hands. The kiss breaks because of y/n's beautiful smile.

"I knew I was going to get a kiss from you." She says, smirking, as she gets up to go to the kitchen.

"Where you going?" I ask, pouting.

"I'm only going to the kitchen to get you water." She says, laughing.

Y/n walks back over and sits on the couch with me.

She sits on the couch and let's me rest my head on her lap. I fall asleep as she plays with my hair, and lightly rubbing the side of my face, as she hums. Instantly making me feel better.