Imagine coming home early. You throw your shoes and purse in the hall and take off your coat. You walk towards the living room and hear a sneeze.
"Dare?" you ask. "Yes" he answered in a nasally tone. You walk to the couch to see Darren under a big blanket with a lot of tissues covering the coffee table. "Are you okay?" you ask, kneeling down in front of him. "No, I think I'm sick..." he said, looking at you with puffy eyes. "Aaw baby" you pout, and kiss his forehead. "I'm gonna get you a hot drink..." you say as you stand. Darren grabs your hand "No no y/n stay with me. This is probably the last hours we have to spend together. I think I'm dying" he said. "Yeah sure Dare" you roll your eyes and sat back down.
"Since I'm dying, I have to tell you something" he added. You chuckles and answer "Sure, tell me". "I want to be bury with my Backstreet Boys album" he said. You laugh as he adds "You can keep the N-Sync one, as a memory of our love" "Thank you, such a blessing" you answer. "And do a fun thing for my funeral. Like a theme. Like they do sometimes for weddings". You giggles and say "Any ideas?" "Like uhm... A Star Wars funeral, oh man, that will be totally awesome". You laugh and say "The priest could wear a Darth Vader costume". He laugh and say "Exactly! You know what? I think you will kill that funeral organization". "Aaw thank you baby, hopefully you won't die anytime soon so I have a long time to prepare the party" you answered.
You lay next to him and pull the blanket on you both. "You're gonna get sick too" he says, putting his arm around your waist. "I don't care" you whispers and deliver a soft kiss on his lips.
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A Life With You - BTY VERSE
FanfictionA big amount of one-shots who are a verse to my story Bound To You. Following Darren and y/n through engagements, kids and the ups and dows of life! Some stories might contain some warnings! Be careful for your own safety pals
