A/N: GAWD I am so sorry I have not updated in an eternity! I started school a couple months ago and have been beyond swamped. I don't want you guys to think I've forgotten about you, b/c I totally have not. I'm still updating the four 5 Seconds of Summer fan fictions, already on updated #35 this week for ALL stories! But for now... I would like to dedicate this section to Cookie_TW! She is honestly da bomb.com lately. Send her some love and check out her stories here on the good 'ole Wattpad <3
Ashton:
"Y/N?" Ashton's worried hollers can be heard from the floor of your shared bathroom, where you sit before the toilet emptying the contents of last night's dinner. Two words: Food Poisoning.
"Ahhhh, in here!" You call out though your throat is burning and you feel miserable. You flush the toilet and lean your head against the cold porcelain, the coolness feeling good against your burning and sweaty skin.
"Baby?" Ashton appears in the doorway, but you don't look up at him. You feel too weak to even shift your eyes to the side to see him. "I came back as soon as I heard." He softly takes you by the shoulders and pulls you away from the toilet, leaning you back against the side of the tub. You stare blankly up at him, eyes slightly shut on account of the sickness disturbing your sleep and making you beyond exhausted.
"Did I call you?" Ashton nods his head slowly, worrying flashing across his features.
"You don't remember?" You shrug your shoulders and slump down further against the tub.
"I thought I was hallucinating that." You admit. Ashton reaches forth, placing his wrist against your forehead before pulling it back and cupping your face in his hands.
"I'm taking you to the hospital." Your eyes drift closed and you shake your head no. "Babe, you're pale, you're throwing up, and you just said you thought you were hallucinating." You open your eyes and pout your lips.
"Its just food poisoning."
"I don't care." Ashton reaches out and helps you onto your feet. The lack of energy in your body and the fact that you felt like you could hurl at any moment sent you leaning into Ashton for support. "Yeah, we're going." Ashton reaches down and picks you up bridal style before carrying you out of the apartment, not bothering to put a shirt over your sports bra or putting shoes on your feet. He just wanted you well, clothed or not.
Calum:
Groaning, coughing up a lung, and sneezing is what you had spent the entire morning doing. That and snuggling deep in your comfy bed with a pout on your face and episodes of your favorite TV show on the telly. Calum was at the studio and had left before you woke up, so he knew nothing of the sickness and you wanted to keep it that way. You had exactly three more hours before you had to put on a brave face and act like nothing was wrong for Calum, for he worried too much.
"Y/N!" You jump at the sound of Calum's voice outside the bedroom, sending you snuggling further into the mattress. "Baby!" He sang out, his voice growing closer in distance. There was no use hiding your illness now. "Surprise baby!"
As soon as Calum's eyes were on you he dropped the flowers that were in his hand and rushed over to your side immediately. Just one look at you and the boy was buzzing!
"Calum I'm fine." You say in an extremely nasally voice.
"No you're not! You're still in bed! It's two in the afternoon!" He exclaimed, running his hand over your arm before taking your hand.
"It's just a cold."
"It can't be! You look awful." You stare up at your boyfriend with a blank face.
"Thanks baby, way to make me feel better." You mumble, turning away from him and closing your eyes. Calum let out a groan before running over to the other side of the bed, climbing on top of the mattress so he was sitting beside you're clammy body.
"I didn't mean it like that, I just meant-"
"I know what you meant." Calum smiled only slightly as he ran his hand over your face, running his thumb across your cheek in a soothing way. "What were you doing here?"
"I came to surprise you," He paused before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead, "for our anniversary." You let out a loud groan and bury your face in the pillow.
"Worst anniversary ever."
Luke:
"My head feels like it's going to explode!" You mutter out, clutching onto your throbbing head as you curl up in the smallest ball you possibly could.
"I know. I know." Luke hurriedly mumbles out as he runs around the apartment around you. Though your eyes were glued shut you could picture the tall fool frantically running around looking for ways of helping. "I've got sinus medication, is it a sinus headache?" You let out a loud groan, holding onto your head tighter, "or Excedrin Migraine! Is it a migraine?" You pry one eye open and stare up at Luke, who quickly kneels down beside you on the couch. "What's the pain like?"
"Luke, my head is going to explode." You grit out, biting down on your lip.
"Yeah, but migraine or-"
"Ask me that one more damn time, I dare you!" You exclaim, clutching onto your head tighter.
"Okay, okay, sorry! I'm sorry." You hear Luke fumbling with the medication bottles before he gets one open. You couldn't help being bitchy when you had a headache. "Take the migraine one." He helps you sit slowly and hands you two of the white pills and a glass of water. You throw back the pills and drink the water quickly, not wanting to be in any more pain.
"I'm sorry for yelling." You mutter, lying back down on the couch.
"It's not your fault, Y/N." Luke sets the glass and the medication down on the coffee table before climbing on the couch behind you, lying down and pulling you against his body. "Let's just sleep the pain away." You nod your head slowly and snuggle back against Luke.
"Thank you for taking care of me."
"I wouldn't want to be doing anything else."
Michael:
"Are you almost home?" You pout into the phone as you lie in bed, clutching onto the duvet around you.
"Unlocking the door as we speak." Michael says before you hear the front door of your apartment open. Within seconds Michael is in your bedroom, plastic bag full in his hand. "I went to the store, basically buying out their flu remedies." You allow yourself to smile for what seems like the first time in years.
"What'd you get exactly?"
"Mostly stuff to calm your stomach and rid of the headache. Stuff to get you through this." Michael kneels down beside you and opens the bag. "Bottle of Ginger Ale, headache medicine, stomach medicine-"
"The flu is a virus, it can't be cured with medication." You mutter, curling up on your side and staring Michael in the eye.
"Could you have told me that before I spent a fortune at the store?" He asks, his lips curling into a smile.
"It also means that I'm contagious." Michael leans closer to you, placing a hand softly on your cheek.
"I don't care." You smirk and close your eyes, feeling overwhelmed with sickness and sleepiness. You feel Michael's lips press against the corner of your mouth before making his way down your jawline with his lips.
"You will when you're in my position."
