Imagine This || Dolan Twins

You're Sick (Grayson)

Thank you so much for 32k reads and 1k votes fam!! Idk wtf I'd be doing without you. (prolly having a social life and getting my hw done lol)
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Your POV
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I woke up feeling like crap. I guess I partied too hard over the weekend...

Nah, fam. My stupid brother gave me his fucking pneumonia and all weekend I was getting migraines and sweating like crazy.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, nearly missing the toilet.

When I finished puking my guts out, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

There was no way I was going to school today.

"Honey, are you okay?" I heard in the distance and footsteps coming up the stairs.

"No." I coughed.

"Well, I hope you don't think you're going to school today." She said as she came into the bathroom.

"Yeah, I know." I said flushing the toilet.

"Just go back to bed and I'll bring you a bucket." She said, tapping on the door frame before walking away.

"Okay." I said before I rinsed my mouth and brushed my teeth, throwing out my brand new toothbrush.

I layed back down and almost instantly fell back asleep. I woke up and the sun was beaming on my blanket, making me hotter than I already was. I ripped the cover off my body and looked around the room.

I was dizzy. Dazed and confused. I sat up and looked around some more. I stared at my open blinds at the little kids playing on the other side of the street.

I looked at my door that was open just a crack. I looked at the, nearly full blue bucket on the floor next to me.

I looked into my vanity mirror. My hair was a complete mess and there was drool all around my mouth.

Gross.

I've never been so disgusted in my life.

My eyes stopped searching when they reached my phone, which was silently going off.

I looked at the time. 11:35. Who would be calling me at this time on a Monday of all days?

I looked at the caller ID. It was Grayson.

I didn't answer it at first. I just let it ring while I got up and ran to the bathroom to 'freshen up'. I didn't necessarily want my bad breath to be smelt through the other line.

"Hello?" I said, my voice sounding like I smoke three packs a day.

"Baby girl, you don't sound so good. What's wrong? Why aren't you in school?" He said in a worried whisper.

"My brother gave me something. I threw up a few times earlier. But I'm fine, really." I said, rubbing my head with my eyes closed.

"But baby you don't sound fine-"

"Why are you whispering fam?" I asked, scrunching my eyebrows.

"'Cause I'm in the bathroom." He laughed quietly.

"Well, you should get back to class. I promise I'm f-"

I held onto my stomach as it rumbled. I felt it coming up once again as I turned off the mic on my phone. I turned to the toilet and 'let it out'.

"Hello? Princess? You still there?" Grayson asked me as I stood there looking at the toilet.

"Hold on." I managed to say, turning off my mic again as I got up and rinsed my mouth out.