Michael Clifford sickfics

Overworked

Request by cookiemonster036

MALUM FLUFFFFFFF

My baby has a cute lil tummy!!!!

And that hoodie Jdskdmsk

Look at how cute he is I'm dead!!!!

Okay but who else died from Mikey's sleepy snapchat?????

I saved the video in my phone haha

Anyways........
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Michael sat on the couch in the recording studio, strumming his guitar for practice and he let out a small yawn as he did so. The blue haired had gotten very little sleep recently, aside from being an insomniac, he had been practicing is ass off for this tour. He wanted to do his best for the tour, practicing the setlist over and over, one time he came home with bloody fingers from the guitar strings. Michael stopped playing for a second and his head lolled to the side, his eyes closing and Ashton took one look at Michael and his heart went out to the tired boy. Sometimes he'd just konk out for awhile to catch up on his sleep, this probably one of those times and he walked over to Michael, taking his guitar from him and picking the sleeping boy up, carrying him to the house as the studio and the house were connected. Ashton laid Michael down on the couch, letting the blue haired boy catch up on sleep as he curled up in a ball, hugging himself and Ashton smiled, going back to the studio. Calum walked downstairs and saw his boyfriend fast asleep on the couch, walking over and as soon as he sat down, Michael woke up and let out a small whine, not looking well. "Cally." Michael whimpered and Calum pulled him into his lap, the blue haired boy snuggling up to him and letting out a small cough. "Oh baby, you're sick." Calum cooed and took the hoodie off Michael's head, running his fingers through his hair and the ill boy just moaned, his throat itchy. "Don't feel good." Michael whimpered, "Don't sound good either." Calum whispered and held Michael closer, the pale boy coughing again and whimpering slightly, laying his head on Calum's shoulder. Michael yawned slightly and then fell asleep, too lethargic to stay awake. Later that day, Michael was constantly nodding off during random times. Infront of the TV, as he ate, as he was on his phone, anytime. It was near the time of the concert for that night and Michael was sitting backstage, his cheek squished against his hand as he snored lightly, Calum's heart melted at the sigh, wishing he really didn't have to wake the poor boy up. The Kiwi walked over and gently ran his fingers through Michael's blue hair, seeing his boyfriend's eyes flutter open and his hand move away from his cheek, going up to his eye and rubbing the sleep out of it with a small pout to his lips. "Callyyyyyyy." Michael whined and flopped down onto the couch, "C'mon baby, you gotta get up." He cooed and Michael pouted, sitting up and making grabby hands at Calum, causing him to be lifted up and carried out onstage by the Maori boy, which the crowd replied with an erray of coos and aws because who the fuck doesn't love Malum. Michael sluggishly put on his guitar and played, not moving around as much as you usually did due to being lethargic and feeling like death warmed over (is that even a phrase?). It was getting towards the middle of the concert and Michael was sitting down on the edge of Ashton's drum kit thingy, his head spinning and his stomach whirling, he just wanted to go to bed for godsake, yet he didn't wanna let any fans down. He sighed, knowing his mental fight with himself was pointless, and he stood up to go to his microphone, but his legs were too shaky and he just fell forward, causing Calum to look at him in worry but Michael laughed it off, making Calum smile but then he got worried when he saw Michael go pale and suddenly rush offstage. The Kiwi boy followed him and his heart broke at the sight he found, his Mikey, double over a trash bin and puking his guts out. The younger boy walked over and bent down next to Michael, rubbing his back in soothing circles to calm his boyfriend down, "C-Cally, I-I-I do-on't feel g-good. I-" Michael stammered, cut off by a round of sickness so harsh that made tears run down his face, "Baby, you're okay, breathe princess." Calum cooed and Michael took deep breaths, following his boyfriend's orders. "There you go." He whispered and moved some sweat soaked pieces of hair out of Michael's eyes, to which the ill boy closed his eyes in content as the Kiwi boy played with his hair slightly. "Oh sweetie you're burning up." Calum whispered and Michael tried getting up, but too weak to even support his own weight and Calum awed, holding him up and carrying him to the couch, laying him down and kissing his forehead as he watched his eyes close as sleep took over him. Calum went back onstage, explaining the situation as to why Michael couldn't continue and the fans went out to the poor boy, they did continue but they didn't do as long as they planned, not wanting Michael to wake up alone. After the show, Michael was still out cold on the couch and Calum picked him up, earning a string of whimpers from the ill boy and Calum shushed him, making the blue haired boy fall back asleep peacefully in his arms. Calum took him back to the hotel, laying with him and raking care of his baby boy.