Michael Clifford sickfics

Faking it

Request by ghosttown5sos

This sucks balls, I'm sorry

The fondness in their eyes Im

MUKE

But MALUM

Although.......Mashton has been alive lately......

Dammit I can't choose

Anyways..........
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Michael sat in the bathroom, knees up and an arm around his waist whilst a hand was up against his mouth, a sick feeling sticking on his throat like glue. The blue haired boy felt like hell, his belly ached, his head was throbbing, his throat stung, his muscles burned, and he felt hot. Calum was ill as well, but not nearly as sick as Mikey, but the boys didn't believe Michael for some reason, telling him to buzz off as they took care of Calum and Michael was lying if he said it didn't hurt him. So, the poor boy was basically been camping out in his bathroom for the past couple hours, knowing he was gonna be sick but it wasn't coming up. Michael gagged and put his head into the bowl, an arm wrapped around his waist and his free hand gripping onto to the toilet. "Bluuuuuaaaaarggg!" was the awful noise the escaped Michael as he brought up a tiny amount of sick into the toilet, spitting a bit and then sitting back down, he wiped some sweat of his forehead and huffed. "Michael, come out!" Luke shouted and Michael whined, flushing the toilet and coming out of the bathroom, tiredly walking downstairs to Calum on the couch and he smiled at the ill boy, sitting down and laying his head on Calum's shoulder. "You feeling okay?" Michael whispered, not wanting to hurt Calum's head or anything, "I'm alright." He mumbled and snuggled closer to Michael. "You're hot!" Calum gasped and Michael giggled, "Well thank you." Michael smirked and Calum rolled his eyes, "Not you twit, you're feverish." The Kiwi boy mumbled and Michael nodded, "The dickwads making you soup are too oblivious to realize I feel like hell." Michael grumbled, falling into Calum's lap as a bad cramping pain hit him and he whimpered, "Oh you poor baby." Calum whispered and he gently rubbed Michael's twisting tummy, "Hurts Cally." Michael whimpered and Calum frowned, feeling bad for his bandmate. Michael felt the urge to vomit everywhere and he brushed it off for about 2 seconds before he bolted off the couch, but sadly not making it and throwing up all over the rug infront of him, Luke and Ashton feet away from him and rushing over to him, "I-I-I do-on't feel g-good, I-" Michael began, cut off by a round of sickness shooting out of his mouth. "Shhhh, Mikey you're okay. Breathe sweetie, breathe." Ashton cooed as he and Luke tried calming him down, the blue haired boy finally stopping and he let out heavy pants. "We're sorry Mikey." Ashton cooed, "It's o-okay." Michael croaked, his throat raw from the stomach acid, "Wanna cuddle Calum." Michael blubbered with a small pout as Luke took him to the bedroom to clean up, "Let's get you changed first okay pumpkin?" The blonde cooed and Michael nodded, letting Luke change him into a blue flannel and comfy pajama bottoms, trudging downstairs and flipping onto the couch with Calum, falling asleep with the tip of his thumb in his mouth and curled into Calum's side.