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Ashton, Luke, and Calum were all sitting in Calum's garage, practicing a little bit whilst waiting for Michael, who was an hour late, it getting on Ashton's nerve that the 17 year old was so damn late. "I've had it." Ashton mumbled and pulled out his phone, calling Michael and the call was answered almost immediately, ticking Ashton off, but that was until he heard the younger's reply. "H-hello?" Michael croaked and the painful crack in his voice made Ashton cringe. "Michael, you okay? Why aren't you at practice?" Ashton cooed, "I-its too painful to move." Michael whispered, his voice this close to vanishing. "Dude, what do you have?" The older asked, clenching his fist around his sweater paw, "I-I-I think the pl-plague." Michael coughed painfully and Ashton grimaced, "It's probably a flu Michael." He mumbled, "Ashton, I'm dying I swear." Michael croaked and then he heard a raspy squeak, "Mikey?" He asked, but just a raspy squeak replied. "Oh shit you lost your voice, I'm coming over and you can't argue with me." Ashton smirked and he heard a frustrated huff in response, making him chuckle and he hung up. "Michael says he thinks he's dying from whatever fucking illness he has, so I'm going over." Ashton smiled, "Aw, Ashy is going to take care of his wittle sick boyfriend." Luke teased, earning a smack to the head. You see, Ashton had a small crush on the younger boy, being very protective of him and wanting to keep him safe. "Fuck off Hemmo." Ashton mumbled with a smile, a pink tint to his cheeks as he walked to his car. "DON'T GET TOO KISSY OR ELSE YOU'LL CATCH HIS DEATHY ILLNESS TOO!" Calum shouted and Ashton may or may not have thrown a small rock at him before driving off. Ashton went over to Michael, knocking on the door and Michael's mother opened it, "Oh hello Ashton, what brings you here?" She smiled, "I came to see how Mike is." Ashton smiled back and Karen moved aside, letting Ashton go up to Michael's room. You could tell it was his because of the collection of photos on the door. Most of then we're of him and his bandmates, a few of his family, but one stood out to Ashton. A picture of him and Michael when they had gone out to one of their first gigs, Ashton had picked the boy up and had him slung over his shoulder, Michael playfully pounding on his back so he would be put down. Ashton walked into the dark room, seeing a mess of blonde bed head poking out from under the blankets. Cough drops and Nyquil was sitting on the nightstand, tissues littered the ground, a thermometer on his desk, and about 6 empty mugs of either coffee or tea randomly placed around the room. Ashton walked over and he heard Michael let out a rough cough, making him pout slightly and he sat down on the bed, the movement made Michael roll over and he immediately hugged Ashton, snuggling into him and smiling. "Jesus Mikey you're boiling." Ashton commented and Michael hummed in response, then older lad sitting Michael up so he could see his sickly fave and he frowned. Michael's nose was a slightly red, his skin was a lot paler than usual, and he had dark purple bags under his tired eyes. Michael hugged himself, sniffling and shivering slightly. "How are you cold? You're sweating through your jumper!" Ashton exclaimed and tried pulling it off, making Michael groan in disapproval. Ashton continued trying to tug off the brown hoodie, Michael hissing and growling like a cat each time he tried, but the older lad eventually won the battle, making Michael grab the blanket and bundle up. "Stubborn shit." Ashton chuckled and Michael pouted, Ashton kissing his cheek and pulling him in for a hug, which Michael gladly accepted, snuggling into Ashton's chest. The older lad ran his fingers through Michael's hair, making the ill boy drowsy and his eyes drooped, Ashton smiling softly as Michael fell asleep in his arms and he placed a kiss to the ill boy's forehead. "Sweet dreams kitty." He whispered and Michael smiled in his sleep, making Ashton's heart swell.

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