band imagines

go away ~oli sykes

You groaned as Oli, your boyfriend of two years, nudged you gently, trying to wake you up. He nuzzled little kisses against the back of your neck.
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everyone's watching the apmas and I'm here like "hey hi hey, I like bands too"
"Go away," you said into the pillow.

"Do you really want me to?" He murmured against your neck with a small smile.

"No," you admitted. He hugged you closer, his arms wrapped around your waist. He planted a little kiss on your ear lobe as his ankle looped over yours.

"What's wrong Y/N?"

"I'm still sick." As if on cue, you coughed again, still feeling miserable.

"Stay here." Oliver kissed you again and rolled out of bed. You whined as his body left yours, missing his warmth already.

"Come back, please. I'm cold."

"I'll be right back. Just rest, beautiful."

You dozed off a little bit, but couldn't fall back asleep due to how sick you felt. In no more than five minutes, you felt Oliver return, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. You opened your eyes as his hand brushed against your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ears.

Oli helped you sit up in bed, fluffing your pillows and propping them up behind you. He handed you a huge mug of steaming tea and put a box of tissues on the bed beside you. He crawled in under the covers next to you on the other side and snuggled close.

You took a sip of your tea and rested your cheek against his chest and your free hand on his leg, through the covers. Oli turned on your favorite movie, The Notebook, on even though he usually complained when you two watched it.

"Thank you," you smiled softly up at him. He just kissed the top of your hair and began to stroke your arm softly.

"I love you, you know."

"I love you too Y/N."
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everyone's watching the apmas and I'm like "hey hi hey, I like bands too"
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THIS PUCTURE MAKES ME CRI