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Sick Day

Ashton- “Asshhhhh…” You whine, sputtering out coughs. You had went over to your friends house the day before, not knowing that they were all getting over the flu. So, here you are, laying in bed, having Ashton be your doctor. (But how sexy would Ashton be be if he was a doctor) “Yes babe?” He asked, walking into your room, carrying a tray of medicine and movies. “Come cuddle. Please?” You asked hoarsely. He smiled, put a movie in, and crawled in next to you, pulling you close.

Luke- “Im not taking that.” Luke said, crossing his arms. He had a terrible cold from playing football(soccer) in the rain yesterday. You were trying to get him to take his medicine, but he was acting like a child. “Lucas Robert, if you don’t take the damn medicine right now, you won’t get any kisses or cuddles for a month.” You threatened, glaring at him. “And if I take it?” He questioned. “Then you get all the kissed and cuddled you want.” He nodded quickly, taking the medicine. “Now, since I get a lifetime of cuddles and kisses, come ‘ere.” Luke said, grabbing your wrist and pulled you down next to him.

Calum- “Y/N, you need to stop talking. You could really damage your voice.” Calum scolded you. You were trying to tell him about your horrible day at school, but it wasn’t going as well as you hoped. You had laranigitis, due to the massive amounts of people that had come to school with it. “Ugh, fine.” You choked out, breaking out into a fit of coughs. Calum brought you a hot cup of tea to soothe your sore throat. You thanked him with a smile and sipped the tea, the hot liquid soothing your throat. “That’s my girl.” Calum said, kissing your head.

Michael- He had just got home from rehearsal, throwing everything he had on the ground and running up to your bathroom, emptying everything from his stomach into the toilet. “Mikey, are you alright?” You called up the stairs, cringing at the sound of his retching. He groaned loudly, and you ran up to the bathroom, stopping when you see your boyfriend laying on the bathroom floor, sweaty and shaking. Your instincts kicked in and you were across the room in a matter of seconds, pulling him into your lap. “You okay babe?” You whisper, pushing his blonde hair away from his eyes. “I feel horrible.” He groaned, closing his eyes. “Well, lets get you into bed, and I’ll get you some water and medicine.” You suggested, helping him up. He weakly walked into the bedroom and plopped on the bed as you went to the kitchen to get the medicine and water. “Thanks Y/N, your the best.” Michael said, after taking the medicine. “Anytime babe. Now get some sleep.” You instructed, climbing into bed with him, kissing his forehead.

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