Vic’s POV
I woke up the next day with a kind of..tickle in my throat. That never meant anything good. Shit. I really hoped I wasn’t getting sick. Thankfully it was our last show of tour, so I only needed to get through the next couple hours. It’d been a long couple of months, and while I loved touring, it was hard not to get worn down by it. It wasn’t that uncommon to start getting sick by the end of tour.
I rolled out of bed, laughing quietly at Jaime, still sprawled on the couch from the night before, snoring away. It looked like the rest of the guys were asleep still too. I went to grab some tylenol from the cupboard (my throat really was killing now that I was up) only to find Stella hunched over rummaging through it herself.
“Stella?” I whispered.
She started, surprised.
“You okay?”
She exhaled, seeing it was me, and offered me a weak smile.
“Fine, I’m just…”
“Sore throat?” I asked. It wasn’t really a question. She nodded and rubbed at her neck.
“It’s just a cold, I think.” she added softly.
“Me too.” I smiled at her reassuringly. I could hear the congestion in her voice now that I knew to listen for it. Jeeze. I’m glad we all made it til the end of tour before whatever this is started going around. We both popped some Tylenol and I gave a small wave to Stella as she crawled back into Mike’s bunk.
Mike’s POV
Stella was curled into my side when I woke up. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Wake up sleepyhead!” I said, shaking her softly.
“Last day of tour! You gotta get up!”
“Miiiiikkkeee” She groaned, before sitting up.
“Sorry angelface.” I gave her my most apologetic wide-eyed stare.
She looked at me for a minute, then laughed.
“Okay, okay, you’re forgiven.”
I slipped my hand into hers and we both headed into the lounge to see what was going on. I saw Vic, Jaime, and Tony in an intense C.O.D session.
“Oooh, can we join?” Stella asked excitedly.
Vic paused the game and looked up.
“Sure guys. Feeling better, Stella?”
I turned my gaze to Stella, not missing her frantic gestures to Vic to “shhhh/stop”
“You’re not feeling good babe?”
She sighed.
“I’m fine! Just a tiny cold. You should be more worried about Vic, he’s the one who’s gonna have to sing tonight.”
“I'm worried about both of you, silly. Why didn’t you tell me?” I stared at her expectantly.
“It’s no big deal, I would’ve told you if it was, alright?” she retorted.
“Fine, but from now on, you tell me when you’re sick, big deal or not, got it? I want to be the judge of whether or not I should worry.”
At least that got a noise of assent out of her. Satisfied for the moment, I pulled her towards the couch. We spent the rest of the morning playing with the guys until we had to leave for warm ups.
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Stella’s POV
Luna and I were side-stage that night for the show. I was going hard, despite not feeling one hundred percent. I couldn’t jump around as much without needing to cough, and I was taking a breather when I noticed that Luna was hardly jumping around at all.
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Darling You'll be okay~
FanfictionWhen Stella and Luna is abandoned in a alley by her parents. Tony Perry and Mike Fuentes find them. Will they be safe with them? Or will they treat them just as bad as their parents?
