Michael Clifford sickfics

Love-sick

Request by @funkyanime. Its a bit graphic. Hope you like it tho :)
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"Mikey, wake up!" Luke shouted through the door and he heard a loud groan in response, "Fuck off Hemmings." Michael whined, his voice raspy from what Luke assumed was sleepy. Luke opened the door and saw Michael star fished on the bed in what was actually Luke's red flannel as well as just a pair of Pikachu boxers, "Get up lazy ass." Luke laughed and Michael whined, coughing at the end. "No, I don't feel well." Michael groaned and rolled over onto his side, Luke now able to get a clear view of his sickly pale face. "Aww, kitten." Luke cooed and sat next to the blue haired boy, feeling his forehead and cheeks for a fever, which he found were really warm. "Hey babe, what's taking so- oh Mikey what's wrong?" Ashton asked as he walked inside, "Mikey's sick." The curly haired lad's boyfriend frowned as Michael coughed. "Ooooh, it hurts." Michael groaned and double over, pressing his hands against his belly. "Your tummy?" Ashton asked, "Everything does." He frowned. "Either tell Calum to call management and tell them we probably won't be doing any interviews or recording today or you tell them yourself." Luke smiled and Ashton nodded, giving Luke a quick kiss on the head before leaving the room. Michael laid on his back and groaned, "My muscles are burning." He whined and he shivered, wincing in pain as his body moved. Luke put his hand on Michael's forehead and he felt a fever, Ashton walked back in with a thermometer and a cool rag, Michael opened his mouth and Ashton put the thermometer in as they waited for the beep. It beeped and Ashton took it out, "103.5." He read and laid the cool rag on Michael's forehead to lower his fever somewhat, then Michael's face went a ghostly pale with a slight green tint and he bolted up, Luke placing a bin in his lap and Michael hugged it to his torso, coughing up mucus into it and that's when Calum walked in, immediately going over to Michael's side. "Guys....I'll be *gag* f-fine." Michael coughed, "Mikey." Ashton cooed, "Two of you go to the *cough* studio, I only need one p-person and you can't all be missing stuff." Michael sighed. "I'll stay here, you guys go get some recording done and possibly do those interviews." Luke smiled, "You sure?" He asked, "Just go for fucksake!" Michael groaned. "Okay Michael, we'll see you later I guess." Ashton chuckled and gave Luke a goodbye kiss before he and Calum left. "L-Luke, I-I don't feel good." Michael cried, letting all his emotions out because he knew Ashton or Calum would never leave if they saw him cry. "Shhh, Mikey it's okay, just let it all out." Luke cooed and rubbed circles in Michael's back, Michael burped a bit and he just stared down into the black bin. Then suddenly, vomit spewed from his mouth and nose, making a clattering sound into the bin as he heaved over and over. He threw up one....two..three....four times before he stopped, his head falling forward and Luke took the vomit filled bin away, laying Michael down. Michael groaned and Luke shushed him, rubbing his tummy with one hand and playing with his hair with the other, "Get some rest Mikey, it'll help." He cooed and Michael looked up at Luke with tired and pain filled eyes, a small frown on his face. "Can you sing to me?" Michael whispered, his voice rough and scratchy, "Of course kitten." Luke cooed and started singing softly, making Michael drowsy and he slowly fell asleep. Luke kissed Michael's forehead and went downstairs with the sick bin, cleaning it out and he went back upstairs, putting the bin next to Michael's bed so he could get it if he needed to. Michael started stirring and he whimpered, his eyes opened they were glossed over with tears, "L-Luke?" Michael whined and Luke walked over, sitting next to him and he pulled him into his lap, Michael started crying and Luke held him close, rocking him back and forth and trying to calm him down. "I-i-it h-huuuuuuuuuurts." Michael sobbed, "Shhhhh, Mikey it's okay, shhhhhhh." Luke cooed and rubbed circles on Michael's tummy, "Make it go away." Michael whimpered. "Calm down Mikey, it's okay." Luke cooed and Michael looked up at him, the red haired boy's heart fluttered as he looked into his mate's blue eyes, butterflies in his tummy all of the sudden. Michael sniffled and started playing with Luke's hair, making the younger one giggle as he thought Michael was just delirious from his fever, "You're hair is really soft." Michael whispered and Luke chuckled, "Is it?" He smiled and Michael nodded, "It....it's like that soft sand on the beach that you just wanna run your fingers through and play with." Michael mumbled. "You're delirious Mikey." Luke chuckled and Michael blushed, realizing he was telling Luke all of this, "You should get more rest Mikey." Luke cooed and Michael shook his head, "Don't wanna." He mumbled, "What do you wanna do?" Luke asked, "Wanna cuddle." Michael pouted and Luke laid against the head board, Michael laid on Luke but the taller boy moved him off, Michael's fever too high for cuddles like that. "Luuuuuuuukey, wanna snuggle." Michael whined, "You can snuggle my legs." Luke smiled and Michael grunted, but laid on his legs and Luke could feel Mikey's tummy flipping and bubbling, "Tummy hurt?" Luke asked, "Like fuck." Michael whispered, his voice too weak to go any higher. Luke felt Michael's belly growl on his leg, a small whimper leaving Michael's lips and then it grumbled again, Michael tried getting up but he had almost no energy and he puked all over the blankets and himself, some vomit spilling onto the floor. "F-fuck, Luke I-I-I'm s-" Michael began, cut off by another round of sick rocketing out of his mouth and he sobbed, Luke sat him up and rubbed his back, "You done?" He asked and Michael shook his head, vomit spewing out of his mouth and landing all over his front and lap, "Oooooooooh." He groaned and pressed his hands on his tummy, grimacing at the sticky substance now covering his fingers. "Are you done now kitten?" Luke cooed, "I-I think so." Michael mumbled and Luke got up, "Let's get you cleaned up." He cooed and picked Michael up, not caring that he was getting Michael's vomit all over him, he sat Michael on the toilet top and he helped him get undressed, Michael wanting a towel wrapped around his waist to around void embarrassment, then Luke ran him a warm bath. "L-Luke?" Michael gulped, "I'm gonna be s-sick." Michael managed and Luke placed the bin in his lap, holding it for him as Michael harshly coughed, Luke heard the door open and slam shut, making Michael wince from the loud noise. "Idontwannabesick." Michael rushed out and gagged hard, "You have to let it out Mikey." Luke cooed, "I-I-I don't have anything left." Michael whimpered and he hiccuped, "Guys?!" Ashton screamed from downstairs and Michael groaned, "In the bathroom." Luke replied, trying to be quiet for Michael but loud enough for his boyfriend to hear, Ashton and Calum walked through the door and frowned as Michael let out a puppy like cry. "You need help?" Calum whispered, "Actually, could you clean up the bedroom, he didn't make it." Luke whispered back and Michael whimpered, feeling guilty. Ashton and Calum nodded, leaving and closing the door as they did, "You good Mikey?" Luke asked and Michael nodded. Luke turned off the water and helped Michael into the warm soapy water, "Can you wash yourself off?" Luke asked as he noticed Michael struggling to grab the shampoo bottle and Michael put his arm back under water, shaking his head with a little blush. "Hey don't be ashamed, you're just ill Mikey." Luke cooed as he wet Michael's hair, then putting the shampoo in and washing his hair, Michael closed his eyes and smiled a little, he liked having his hair washed and he liked it more because Luke was doing it for him. As Luke cleaned Michael off his own sick, he dried him off and then helped Michael into boxers and an oversized jumper, having to carry him back to the now clean bed thanks to Calum and Ashton. "Cal?!" Luke called as he set Michael down, making Michael groan from the noise, "Sorry kitten." Luke whispered, "Yeah?" Calum asked as he walked in, "Can you take care of Mikey while I shower?" Luke asked and Calum nodded, Luke thanked him before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him. "Calum, I have to tell you a secret." Michael mumbled and Calum sat next to him, "I think I love Luke." Michael mumbled, "We all do." Calum smiled, "No, like I love love him." Michael blushed. "Are you sure?" Calum asked and Michael nodded, "But he's dating Ashton and if I end up breaking them up or something and Luke starts dating me, it'll just be awkward." Michael sighed. "Mikey, don't stress out. This is just just a crush and it's gonna go away." Calum cooed, "You better be right." Michael sniffled and cuddled into Calum. Thankfully, he was right and after about a month or so, Michael's crush faded along with the sickness, but as new crush had started, on the boy who told him it was just a phase.