Troy's POV
The blanket on top of us was incredibly soft and warm. I wrapped my arm around her tiny body and pulled her closer. She crept closer as well and laid her head on my chest. I pulled the blanket up to her arms and kissed her. I love her. "Troy?" she asked me. "Yes?" I replied with my eyes closed. "Why do you love me so much?" she said sitting up. I quickly opened my eyes and looked at her. "Why wouldn't anyone love you?" I said surprised. She shrugged. "I can't see why anyone would love me." she said quietly. My heart dropped. "Taylor. Don't say that. I love you, and lots of other people love you." I remarked hugging her. "You promise you love me, no matter what I do?" she said looking me straight on the eye. "Yes." I replied looked back at her. "Okay good." she said laying back down pulling me down with her. She never acts like this. I shook it off and went to sleep.
Taylor's POV
He fell asleep. I love it taking care of him when he is sick. Yesterday it was just bad allergies. I decided to see how much he actually loves me. I mean who wouldn't love a cute kitten that sneezes all the time and wants to cuddle? I know he hates his sneeze, but it's adorable. I quietly got out of the bed and went to my closet. I have perfumes and feathers. I grabbed a bottle and a fluffy feather. I sprayed the perfume all over the feather and walked over to him. I brushed the feather under his nose and a little inside. His face wrinkled and he shifted away from it. This would be hard. I reached over and tickled his nose again. I touched every edge that I could. You see, perfume and feathers are his worst allergies. If he gets effected by both, he gets either a cold or hayfever. After tickling his nostrils, I went back to bed, hiding the feather under my pillow.
Troy's POV
I woke up feeling the shittiest I've ever felt. My throat hurt, my head was pounding, and not to mention my nose was unbearably tickly. Taylor was in the shower since I heard it running. She already took care of me yesterday, I wouldn't do that to her again. I decided to not let her know. I changed into a gray sweater, black jeans, gray vans, and a black beanie. My hair was a mess, but I didn't feel like fixing it. I walked downstairs and laid on the couch. I stifled a couple sneezes coming down there so Taylor couldn't hear me. I turned on the TV and watched whatever was on. I couldn't really pay attention to it because I was fighting off the desire to sneeze again. Of course, I couldn't hold it back. "Etch," I sneezed, covering it with my hand. Suddenly, I heard Taylor come downstairs. I pretended to continue watching TV.
Taylor's POV
Troy wasn't in the bed like I had hoped. I got out the shower and changed into a crimson shirt and white jeans. My brown hair was curled under a black SnapBack and my shoes were red converses. I went downstairs to fix breakfast, not expecting Troy to be there watching Bob Ross. "Why the fuck are you watching Bob Ross?" I asked him. He laughed and shrugged. I rolled my eyes smiling and went to the kitchen. He didn't show any sign of being sick yet. I made omelets, with extra pepper. I handed one to him sitting on the couch beside him. He smirked and grabbed the plate, stuffing food into his mouth. I laughed at my hilarious kitten. After he gulped down the food, he gave me a thumbs up. He didn't talk to me, probably because either his voice was stuffy or he was trying not to sneeze. WHY WOULD HE DO THAT?!
Troy's POV
Taylor gave me a omelet, in which I ate faster than usual, trying to avoid talking to her. My voice was practically gone, and the itch was bigger and bigger by a he second. "You okay there?" she asked me after the awkward silence. I nodded, looking down. She must have put pepper in my omelet, because the itch was getting more and more desperate to escape. "No, you're not. What's wrong, babe?" she asked me, sliding closer to me. "Oh shit.." I thought. She was wearing the perfume I'm deathly allergic to. I already felt sick, and this perfume wasn't going to help. I looked away from her, trying to escape the pollen smell. Then, I knew I was about to blow it.
Taylor's POV
He was clearly trying not to sneeze in front of me. I knew that he was sick. I lit up inside, knowing I would have to take care of him. "Troy..." I told him, putting my hand on his shoulder. He still faced away from me, even thought I could still see part of his face. Then, his nostrils flared, his eyes scrunched together, and his mouth he as slightly opened. "ETCH!" he sneezed into his hands. I smiled. "Aw, is my little Troy sick?" I said in a babyish tone. "No! I'm fine.." he replied, barely speaking at all. His voice was gone. "Cmon, you and I both know you are sick." I told him, making him look at me. He sighed, and laid his head on my shoulder being adorable. I felt his burning forehead and grinned. "Looks like you have a fever." I told him. He groaned, closing his eyes. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you once again." I reassured him. He smiled. "I love you." he whispered, trying to speak louder. "Shh! You're ruining your voice!" I said, a bit strictly. His smiled faded, and he sat back up. "I love you too, Troyler." I replied seeing he was a bit hurt. He smiled and laid back on me.
