5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines (ON HOLD)

Ashton #6

Oh my goodness.

It's been absolutely forever and I am so so so sorry!!!!!!

This is for Alexandria :)

It couldn’t have come at a worse time.

The flu had been going around your office for nearly a fortnight now and you’d tried so hard not to get it.

But now, on the very day your boyfriend was coming home from his tour, you had the flu.

You can’t move from your bed, headachy and runny-nosed and feeling like someone hit you with a truck.

You glance at the clock; you still have half an hour until you have to get ready. Plenty of time for a nap.

You’ll pick up Ashton in two hours. You’ll get to hug him and kiss him and…

*

You wake up with a start, disorientated.

Your head throbs as you sit up and glance at the clock, clapping a hand to your mouth in horror.

You’d been asleep for three hours.

Ashton would have waited for you at the airport. He would think you’d forgotten him! Oh no!

You lurch out of bed, groaning loudly as your feet hit the floor and your head swims.

Suddenly, there are strong arms around you, holding you on your feet.

You gasp, wondering why the hell there’s a stranger in your house, hanging onto you.

You try to push out of the restraining arms, but a familiar voice makes you stop.

“Whoa, Alexandria. It’s just me.”

You freeze, turning in those suddenly familiar arms to reveal the face of your boyfriend.

“Ashton?”

He breaks out into a grin. “Hey, baby.”

Suddenly, you’re crushed to his chest, breathing in the familiar smell of his cologne.

“Why are you here?” You murmur. “When did you get back?”

“The flight was early. I thought I’d come and surprise you. How are you, baby?”

“Sick.” You sniffle.

He pulls back to look at you, his face dropping into concern.

You try to pull away. “Don’t look at me, Ash. I look like crap right now.”

“No, no.” Ash reassures you. “You’re beautiful, always.”

He presses a hand to your forehead and a frown creases his forehead.

“Alex, you’re pretty warm. Maybe we should stay in bed for the day.”

“No.” You moan. “I planned a great day for us.”

“Tomorrow.” He promises, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll get you some water.”

You sigh as he leaves your arms, but sleep claims you before he can return.

*

You wake up to the familiar feeling of being in Ashton’s arms.

He notices you shifting around and nuzzles your ear. “Hey there, sleepyhead.”

“It wasn’t a dream?” You whisper.

His laugh vibrates his chest. “I’m here.”

You yawn.

He laughs, ruffling your hair. “How does a lazy day sound?”

“Perfect.” You mumble, sitting up. “I’m feeling a little better anyway.”

“That’s good.”

Before you can protest, Ashton scoops you into his arms, doona and all, and carries you into the living room, setting you on the couch.

The day is perfect, despite you being sick.

The two of you laze around on the couch, slurping tomato soup, sipping lemonade and watching movies.

Finally, you fall asleep with your head in Ashton’s lap.

“Thank you for coming home.” You mumble, closing your eyes.

“Anything for you.” Ashton replies, and you drift into slumber with a smile on your lips.