5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences [Requests CLOSED]

You're Sick.

Calum:

Calum knew you hadn't been feeling well. He glanced at the clock: 4:00 AM. Carefully pushing the blankets off of him, he went to the kitchen. He brought back a cup of water and a pill.

"(y/n), baby," He carefully shook you, a tiny bit. His voice was a whisper.

You groaned and slowly opened your eyes. "Cal?" Your voice sounded weak.

"Hi, beautiful. You have to take your pill so this fever will go away, okay?"

You nodded and sat up. He placed his hand on the back of your pajama top, holding you up. You put the pill in your mouth and drank some water. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, (y/n)." He placed the now empty cup on the nightstand and got into the bed. He kissed your nose. "I hope you feel better soon."

Ashton:

You sneezed for the millionth time today.

Ashton handed you the box of tissues. "Are you alright, babe?"

You nodded, grabbing a tissue and sneezing into it. "It's just a cold."

"Let me get some medicine." He said, going to the kitchen and opening a cabinet. He poured the Tylenol and brought it to you.

"Thank you." You drank it, making a face. It was the flavor you hated.

"I'm sorry, (y/n). But, it will make you feel a bit better." He sighed.

"I know." You smiled weakly. "Thank you, Ash."

"Anytime, (n/n)."

Luke:

You had a headache and felt weak. You felt it when you woke up. None of the medicine was working.

Luke picked you up, ignoring your protests. He carried you to the bedroom and placed you on the bed. "Get some sleep. I'll be right next to you."

"Luke, no--"

"I'll be okay, princess. If anything, we can be sick together."

"But--"

"Don't worry. I love you." He kissed your forehead.

"I love you, too, Lukey."

Michael:

Michael heard a noise from the bathroom. He knew what it was and immediately went there. He gently held your hair back while you vomited into the toilet.

This had been going on for close to a week. You knew not to tell him to leave. Once you were done, you cleaned your face and rinsed your mouth, apologizing.

"Don't apologize, love." He handed you a cup filled with a small amount of water. You weren't able to drink much due to you having a stomach virus.

"Thank you, Mikey." You drank the water.

"Of course, (n/n). I hope this passes." He smiled softly.

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I was sick yesterday and decided to write this. I wrote Michael's today.

I'm feel better now. It passed. ^-^

I basically had what Reader had in Luke's. A fever. :(