All of My Heart (Kellin Quinn fanfic)

chapter three

I groggily opened my eyes when I heard loud laughter.
I looked at the clock; 8:29 p.m.
I had slept for over 12 hours.
I slipped on one of Kellin's oversized hoodies, which reached to about my midthigh and walked through the bus. I soon found the guys, all together getting ready for their set.

"you look like hell."

jack said laughing when I pushed the door open.

"man fuck you."

I smiled and rubbed my eyes.

"I'd like to go to hell if this is what's gonna be there."

I smiled as kellin wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my neck and shoulder.

"I feel so much better."

I smiled and leaned back into him.

"well thats great. I layed in there with you until about 2. we had a signing at 3:15, so I showered and we did that. then I came back to check on you before we went out for lunch. I was gonna bring you back something, but you never eat anything but soup when you're feeling bad so I didn't."

I smiled, glad that he cared so much about me.

"good call. I'm not hungry at all."

"so, you need to get ready"

"huh?" I turned around to face him.

"we play at 9."

"babe I'm gonna stay here. I don't have time to get myself decent looking"

"nope. it's not an option. you can just sit back stage & watch. but I think some fresh air and a hyped up crowd will do you some good."

I rolled my eyes, but decided not to fight him on it.
I changed into a pair of gray sweatpants and a bright yellow crop top, that showed alot of my stomach.

"hope this is good enough!"

I called out as I met the guys outside the bus.

"you look perfect love" kellin said quietly.

"mhm" Jesse said.

"you look fine" gabe mumbled.

"yeah" Justin barely glanced at me over his phone.

"slut" jack said, and we all laughed loudly.

kellin handed me a big pair of headphones, for protection from the music, and grabbed my hand as we made our way to the stage.
i kissed him goodbye & good luck and made my way to my chair.
I found a hot bowl of soup with a note that said "for your tummy."
I grinned, immediately recognizing my fiancé's messy handwriting.
a cold Gatorade with a note that said "for your throat"
a bottle of ibuprofen with a note that said "for your head"
and lastly, a wallet sized picture of Kellin. on the back "for your heart" was written sloppily, with a little smiley next to it.
I laughed and enjoyed my little dinner, feeling loved and cared for. I truly did have the best man anyone could ask for.
by the time they finished I was long ready to get back to the bunk with my man. he had earned major points with his little set-up.
when I saw him I immediately ran and jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs tight around his waist. we kissed roughly, almost desperately, as I ran my hands over his sweaty body.
the guys mentioned something about going to meet some other band members for drinks & Kellin quickly nodded an okay as he carried me back to the bus.
we made love for hours, and fell asleep all tangled up.
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over the next few days I continued to feel sick in the mornings, sleep most of the day, and wear Kellin out most of the night.
I brushed it off as a virus, or just homesickness making me act weird. Kellin, however, insisted that I see a doctor.
so, when we got to New Jersey we went to the ER.
it took hours. the waiting room gave me worse anxiety than my illness. the screaming children and arguing couples made my head throb.
the doctor took some blood, I peed in a cup, and he said he'd call in about 4-6 hours. he gave me some nausea medicine, and sent us on our way.