Pretty boy

sick

(A/n you guys are 17 in this story)

I woke up with a pain in my stomach and I felt hot. Nicky, my boyfriend of 5 months, was laying next to me as I spent the night at the quads house. I felt like I was about to hurl and my head was throbbing with pain. I felt something come up in my stomach, so I booked it to the bathroom. Nicky was startled awake and followed me, seeing as my head hung over the toilet vomiting what was that nights dinner. "Crap, crap, crap." Nicky repeated rushing to me holding my hair out of my face for me. I stopped and flushed the bodly fluids down. I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped my face. Dawn walked into the bathroom, wondering what the comotion was. "What happened?" She Asked. "Y/n's a bit sick, she'll be fine, I got her." Nicky reassured. "You, the germaphobe, are gonna take care of your sick girlfriend, with the risk of getting sick yourself?" Dawn Asked.

Nicky was a very bad germaphobe and kept everything clean. But when it came to me getting sick, he overcame his fear of germs. "Y/n is more important than my fear." Nicky says. I smile and lean my back against the wall of the bathroom. I take a deep breathe and rest my eyes. Nicky places a hand on my forehead and feels how warm I am. "Jesus
y/n you're really warm, let me take your temperature." Nicky insisted. He grabbed the thermometer and placed it under my tongue. As soon as he heard the beeping of the thermometer, Nicky checked it to see my temp. Was 104° Fahrenheit. "Ok y/n you need to get to bed." Nicky demanded. He helped me up and decided to carry me to bed. "Nicky I can walk." I say in a groggy tone. "Nonsense, let me take care of you." He argues. He carries me to bed and tucks me in. "I'll be right back." Nicky stated. About 2 minutes later, Nicky comes back with a wet rag, a cup of water and some medicine. He places the rag on my head and sets the cup of water and bottle of medicine on the table. He slides in bed and pulls me close. "You're gonna get sick Nicky." I groan still groggy and upset.
"I don't care, you're more important." Nicky says.

He kisses my head and rubs my back. "I'm sorry." I say. "For What?" Nicky asks. "Waking You up all because I got sick." I say ashamed. "Sweetheart, you don't need to apologize, its what I'm here for, and when we're older and married we have to be prepared to take care of each other." Nicky reassures. I smile at the thought of us being married, I smile more thinking about how he said "when we're married" instead of "if we get married". I sit up a bit resting my back against the headboard and I take a small sip of water. I take a deep relaxing breath, the water helps. For a while I keep getting up to hurl, and it feels worse each time. "My poor girl." Nicky says rubbing my back. I turn into a crying toddler every time I get sick, its the worst feeling ever.

After hours of staying awake, I go back to sleep around 8:00 a.m.

Nicky's POV

Y/n was feeling sick all morning and didn't go back to sleep till 8:00 in the morning. I felt so bad and I didn't fall back to sleep at all. So I decided to make her some soup to help. She slept peacefully for 3 hours. When she woke up I was sitting right next to her playing with her hair. "Hey baby, I made you some soup, do you wanna try and eat?" I ask. I don't want to force her to eat something if she still feels queasy. "I'll try, but I'm gonna eat slowly, I don't wanna throw up again." She says. I nod then spoon fed her. "Better?" I ask. "A little, thank you darling." She says. "Anytime." I say. She smiles then yawns. "Are you done for now sweetheart?" I ask. She nods and I put the bowl on my nightstand for when she's hungry again. Y/n snuggles into my chest and I hold her tight. "I love you so much." She says nuzzling into my chest. "I love you more, so much more than you could imagine." I reassure. I kiss her head and play with her head. "Mine." She says. "Yes sweetheart, I'm all yours." I say. She smiles, then rests more.

(Keepin it short and sweet, writers block is a bitch 🥲)