5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences [Requests CLOSED]

He's Sick.

Calum:

You entered the house. "Cal?" You'd usually hear him playing his bass guitar or mumbling lyrics before he wrote them down. If not, you'd hear him and the boys fooling around.

You received no reply. You walked into the living room to see Calum lying on the couch. He looked awful.

"Baby, are you feeling okay?" You asked, concerned.

He shook his head, looking a bit pale. "No. . ."

"I'm going to take your temperature, alright?" You grabbed the thermometer.

After taking his temperature, you sighed. "Aw, Cal, you have a fever. Does anything hurt?"

"I have a huge headache and I feel really hot."

"You are really hot." You felt his forehead.

"Thanks." He chuckled.

"Oh, shut up." You laughed. "Hang on, I have some medicine." You walked towards the kitchen.

Ashton:

"Ash, are you doing okay?" You asked, sitting on the couch.

"I'm alright, babe." Ashton smiled. "I could be better if we had a movie marathon."

"I think we can arrange that." You grinned, going towards the shelf of movies. "What movie do you want to watch?"

"It's up to you." You said.

"Uh, I don't know. I guess I'll watch Mean Girls. For you."

"For me. Right." You laughed.

"Pff, it is!"

"Whatever you say, babe." You smirked.

Luke:

"Are you feeling better? Or are you feeling worse? Do I need to get you the medicine? Or get you a blanket?" You quickly said.

"(y/n), I only got 'Are you feeling better?' And 'Get you a blanket?'" He chuckled. "You can go to your job."

"Are you sure? What if you need me?"

"I'll be fine, princess." He smiled.

You blushed. You always did when he called you 'princess.' Heck, Luke knew. And he loved when you blushed. "Okay, okay, I'll go." You kissed him.

You left the bedroom, but quickly came back in. "Yeah, I'm not going."

"What? (y/n), it's adorable that you care so much. But--"

"Oh, gosh, the 'but.'" You sighed.

He laughed. "--But, you have to go."

"But, I want to take care of you. What if something happens?"

"Okay, I see I can't change your mind."

"Nope."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Lukey." You kissed him. He returned the kiss.

Michael:

"Crap, why did you get sick?"

"I don't know. I can't really control if I get sick or not."

"Shut up, Clifford." You pouted. "You can control if you're adorable so I can cuddle you. And then you get both of us sick."

"Sorry, love. But, your cuddles are great." He smiled.

"Wh-Whatever!" You grabbed a tissue and sneezed into it. "I'm still sick."

"So am I. We're sick together."

You laughed. "Sick buddies."

"Of course!" He laughed.

"I love you, Michael." You smiled.

"I love you too, (y/n)." He kissed you. You returned the kiss.