Hunter Hayes Imagines

Visiting On the Road

You've been on the tour a few days to visit Hunter. You've been in a relationship a couple months and this is the first time you're able to spend a long time with him. You're making breakfast when you hear quick footsteps enter the bathroom and someone vomiting. You frown and go to look at the bunks seeing the only one empty is Hunter's. Oh no. Hunter's sick. You walk to the back and look through your bag and grab some stuff, heading to the kitchen. You're determined to help him kick this bug out of him.

(Hunter's PoV)
When I woke up the world seemed to tilt on its side. I felt awful as I lurched up and hurried to the bathroom I honestly thought I wasn't going to make it in time. Now, leaning over the toilet I remember (y/n)'s here! I feel so mad for forgetting. I don't want to be sick, not while she's here. She doesn't need to see me like this. Not yet, not ever if I could manage it. Ugh, I don't feel good. I stand on shaky legs and limp back to my bunk, curling up in a ball at the end of my bed, shivering. Maybe when I wake up again the pain and nausea will be gone... Nope, I need to use the bathroom again!

(Your POV)
You frown and hear him go back to the bathroom. You find a tray putting a small pitcher of cold ice water, a glass filed with ice and sprite and tablets for nausea. Once he's back in his bunk you walk back with the tray. "Sweetheart?" You whisper and place the tray on the other side of him. "I've brought you some things to help you get better." You speak quietly and soothingly, rubbing his arm.

(Hunter's PoV)
I roll over to look at her and she's looking back at me so gentle and caring. "Hey." I say weakly, reaching for the glass on the tray she set down.

"It's Sprite." She clarifies and I nod.

"Thank you."

"Also here," she places a few pills in my hand and I stare at them, dumbstruck. "Go ahead, take them."

My hand fumbles with the glass so she holds it up to my mouth as I take in a deep swallow and groan. I hope the pain stops soon.

"Sorry (y/n)." I mumble, I probably look gross.

"Why are you sorry, everyone gets sick."

"Because you're here and I'm sick."

This makes her giggle, "it's okay, really."

(Your POV)
You smile, "If your sick I want to take care of you..are you in pain or cold?" He nods his head and you move to the back and grab a blanket from the back cabinet, carrying it back and draping it over him. "There love, I'll get you something for the pain." You go to the kitchen and grab the ibuprofen and walk back to him after checking the ingredients in the nausea tablets. "Here..ibuprofen for the pain."

(Hunter's PoV)
She's an angel. A real vision. As I lean over the bed moaning in pain as my stomach empties itself of the water and partially digested pills she doesn't waver, she holds my head comfortingly as she makes sure I make it into the bucket. After I seem to be finished she helps lay me back and I close my eyes, shivering. The rest of the band heard me puking and ran for the front of the bus. Not her, she's been so wonderful.

"Do you need anything?" She asks as she comes back from taking care of the mess I made. I open my arms up to her and she crawls into them, checking my temperature. This... This must be what it is like to be truly in love.

(Your POV)
You check his temperature finding it above normal. "You have a high temperature babe..I'm scared you'll throw up the the aspirin if I give it and you need to try to keep down the nausea pills. If you can't we'll switch to baking soda for a while alright?" He nods and you smile sadly, running your fingers through his hair. "My poor Hunter.."