Three Way Relationship

4-Cold

Zayn's POV

I was pissed off when I had to work later than intended.

I eneded up arriving home at 3am!

I couldn't have ran any faster up the stairs.

My boyfriend is sick for christ sake! And we left him with him mad at us.

I had a feeling that something bad would happen if we left and went to work.

Once I was inside the flat, I kicked off my shoes, locked the door and jogged to the bedroom.

Niall was sitting up with Justin curled on his lap, shivering, even though he had a blanket wrapped around him.

"Jeez, you look horrible." I dropped my duffle bag - the one I take to work with me - and climbed into bed.

"He's got a pretty bad fever, and refused to tell me what happened until you get here. Since you're here now, I think he can tell us." Niall looked down at Justin, who let out a few coughs.

"What happened? You were healthy when we left." I stated, rubbing Justin's arm.

He swallowed, "I-I thought you guys were m-mad... so I went to get you a-a s-sor-sorry present."

I sighed, getting under the blanket as well.

"That was stupid, its been raining all day." I scolded. Justin sniffled, and to my surprise, I realized he was crying. Niall and I looked at each other.

Justin barely cries, actually, I dont think he's cried more than twice since we've been together.

So, it was in our nature to become worried.

I sat closer to Niall so we could pull him into a tight embrace.

"Stop crying, Justin. Its okay, we're not mad." Niall cooed, kissing his forehead.

"It-Its not that." Justin sniffled.

"What is it?" I asked, running a hand through his hair.

"My throat's itchy, I'm cold, I have a runny nose, a-and I want a bath." Justin sniffled.

Niall and I chuckled a little.

"I'll run you a bath." I smiled.

"I don't want one by myself." Justin added.

Niall chuckled, "Zayn can join you, I'm going to make you some soup, get you some throat soothers and set up the room for you to rest."

I got up, leaving Niall to cuddle Justin while I set the bath up.

I made sure to add bubbles, since a bath isn't a bath without bubbles.

I walked back in the room to get Justin.

"I'm sick." Justin croaked.

"We know." Niall sighed, rubbing his back.

I walked over to Niall and Justin, ready to carry Justin into the bathroom.

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Finally, Justin and I were in the bath.

He sat between my legs, his back pressed against my chest.

I gave him a massage, while washing him.

He was definitely sick. He continuously coughed his guts.

"I feel horrible." Justin groaned.

I smiled, "Lucky you have me and Ni to nurse you back to health.

I showered his neck in sweet kisses, only wanting him to be relaxed.

"Y'know what'll make me feel better?" Justin murmered, resting his head back on my chest as he closed his eyes.

"What?" I asked, rubbing his stomach.

"If you sing." He smiled, eyes still shut.

"What do you request?" I asked.

"A song you and Niall write together with Louis, Liam and Harry." Justin yawned, referring to our friends who share a passion in music, like us.

"Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain.

Leave my heart open, but it stays right here empty for days.

She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones (Sorry if lyrics aren't correct xD)

Seems to me that when I die, these words will be written on my stone.

And I'll be gone, gone tonight.

The ground beneath my feet is open wide.

The way that I've been holding on too tight, with nothing in between.

The story of my life, I take her home.

I drive all night, to keep her warm.

In time, its frozen.

The story of my life, I give her hope.

I spend a lot, until she's broke inside. (Again sorry for any mistakes)

The story of my life.

Written on these walls are the colours that I can't change.

Leave my heart open, but it stays right here in its cage."

I sung, the bathroom echoing my voice.

I felt Justin move slightly, and chuckled when I noticed he'd fallen asleep.

I shook him until his eyes fluttered open.

"Stupid asshole cut me off." Justin mumbled.

I raised a brow, "What?"

Justin looked up at me, licking his lips.

"We should hop out the bath, yeah?" I smiled. He nodded.

Niall's POV

I set up the DVD player in the bedroom and had a warm Chicken Noodle Soup ready for Justin.

Zayn walked in the room, wearing only a grey pair of sweats. He was holding Justin, who had black sweats and a t-shirt on.

"There's snot on your shoulder." Justin mumbled to Zayn.

I held in a laugh as Zayn scrunched his nose up.

As Zayn tucked Justin in our bed, I put on 50 First Dates.

"Nialler, where's my soup?" Justin pouted.

And I thought I was the cute one?

I walked to my side of the bed, grabbing the mug filled with Chicken Noodle Soup and handing it to him.

Justin sipped on it slowly as he looked to the TV.

I grabbed the packet of Throat Soothers and placed it on Justin's lap.

"Its five in the morning." Zayn widened his eyes.

"Oh yay! Sleep in." Justin smiled, his voice still hoarse from his cold.

I chuckled, hopping in the bed.

Zayn pulled out a jumper from his duffel bag, then sat beside Justin.

"Lean forward, babe." He instructed Justin.

I grabbed Justin's mug as he leant forward. Zayn slipped the jumper over Justin's head, leaving Justin to wiggle his arms out through the sleeves. He looked down at the jumper, smiling.

"Where'd you get this from?" Justin asked.

"Work, and I got it for you so you remember how much Ni and I love you." Zayn smiled, laying down as he switched the lamp off.

I set the mug down on the side table when Justin laid down too.

After turning off the lamp on my side, I cuddled up to Justin, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep.