Michael Clifford sickfics

Birthday

Request by @Harry_Styles_4_life
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Michael woke up feeling weird, his nose was stuffy, his throat was burning and raw, and he had a pounding headache, making his tummy hurt. You know the worst part, it was his birthday. He felt sick on his birthday. He stood up and looked in his full length mirror, seeing his nose was bright red and slightly swollen. He trudged downstairs and saw Maddie in the kitchen, cooking him waffles and the smell made his tummy twist. "Good morning birthday boy." She smiled, "Morning." He squeaked and he put a hand over his mouth, his eyes widening at how squeaky his voice sounded. "Mikey, are you okay?" She asked and stopped cooking, "No.....I feel terrible." He croaked out, taking a long pause from the pain in his throat. Maddie walked over to him and felt his forehead, feeling a high fever and frowning. "What hurts?" She asked, "Head.....tummy...throat." He listed and Maddie walked him to the couch, laying him down and she knelt down next to him. "You want anything sweetheart?" She asked and he just shook his head, putting a hand on his tummy and rubbing it slightly. The doorbell rang and Michael groaned from the noise making his head pound, Maddie stood up and answered the door, "Hey Maddie, is Mikey awake?" Ashton smiled and he was holding a box with a bow on it. Luke and Calum stood behind him with presents too. "He's awake." Michael squeaked and trudged to the front door, "And feeling....like crap...on his...birthday." He managed. "Oh dude." Calum frowned, "Do you still wanna come in?" Maddie asked, "Sure, we can help if he needs it." Luke smiled, "I don't.....need help." Michael croaked out, "You can barely talk." Maddie sighed and Michael huffed, but then coughing gently into his fist. "Lay down." Maddie instructed and Michael shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest like a child. "Are you 5?" Luke laughed, "I'm 19." Michael scolded, his voice cracking. "Go upstairs now." Maddie ordered and glared at him, making him go upstairs and into bed. "How the hell did you do that?" Luke laughed, she just shrugged and followed him upstairs, slowly opening the door and finding Michael sprawled across the bed in a weird starfish like position flat on his tummy. "It hurts....like fuck." He whined and Maddie sat next to him, making him roll onto his back. "It's my birthday.......I'm supposed to....be having fun......not being miserable." He frowned and Maddie ran her fingers through his red hair, "I know babe, I'm sorry sweetie." She cooed, feeling terrible for him. Maddie got up and walked into the bedroom bathroom, getting the thermometer and going back to Michael, he opened his mouth and she put the thermometer into his mouth, watching the numbers go up and up, "104.3, my poor baby." Maddie cooed and kissed his nose. She rubbed his tummy through the fabric of his Iron Maiden tshirt and he moaned, "Don't stop that." He whispered and closed his eyes, falling asleep as Maddie rubbed his icky tummy. She kissed his burning forehead and got up, walking downstairs. "You guys may wanna go, it's kinda bad." She sighed and Michael's bandmates chuckled. "We're not going anywhere if he's sick. He's out best friend." Ashton smiled and they all nodded, hearing a gentle cough from upstairs. Maddie frowned and went into the kitchen, taking out fruit and a can of instant soup. "Chicken broth and fruit, delicious." Luke joked, earning a flick to the forehead by Maddie, "Chicken broth is for his throat and the fruit is to put in a smoothie to lower his fever." Maddie explained as she put the soup in microwave to heat up later, then cutting up some strawberries and putting some yogurt in to make it thicker before blending it all together. "But, wouldn't something hot and cold together hurt his throat more?" Calum asked, "Stop with the 3rd degree." She laughed and put the smoothie in a glass, adding a silly straw just because it's Michael and it's cute. She heated the soup and put the smoothie and soup on the tray, along with medecine for Michael. She carefully took it upstairs and opened the door, seeing Michael was awake and laying on his back, a wheezy cough escaping his lips and making his upper body shake. Maddie set the tray down on the nightstand and sat next to him, "What's the......smoothie for?" Michael croaked out as he sat up slowly, "It's gonna lower your fever." She smiled and handed him the glass, he smiled at the silly straw she had put in the pinkish liquid and sipped from the straw, coughing a little from the sudden cold feeling in his throat. Maddie sat cross legged across from him and Michael moved closer, resting his back against her front as he drank his smoothie. "Can we come in?" Ashton asked and Maddie hummed to confirm, the red haired boy's bandmates walking in and sitting on his bed with him. "Sorry you had to be sick on your birthday Mikey." Luke frowned and Michael sat up, putting the empty cup on the tray. "It's not....your fault." He smiled, Maddie picked up the spoon filled with the cheery flavored medecine and Michael moved away from it, a grimace on his pale face. "Michael, c'mon." She sighed and he scooted away, "Noooo." Michael groaned and Luke grabbed him, holding his arms down against his waist. "Lu-uke!" He squeaked, his voice making a high pitched squeal in the middle. "Take the fucking medecine." He smirked and Michael sighed, opening his mouth and taking the liquid hell, sticking his tongue out in disgust and grimacing. "Let me go." He squeaked, his voice sounding like he was going through puberty again, making everyone laugh but him. Luke let him go and Michael crawled back over to Maddie, cuddling up to her side. All the boys cuddled up to her as well, making the slightly shivering boy feel warm and loved as he was laying in the middle of all his best friends and girlfriend, he closed his eyes and felt someone playing with his hair, then a warm hand touch his tummy and rub slow circles, helping his tummyache and he fell asleep with a wide smile on his pale face.