5SOS Preferences

#54. You/He Is Sick

Ashton:

Your boyfriend Ashton had been practicing his drum solos for his bands tour all day as the tour was due to start in a couple of weeks. Because of his non-stop drumming, you had gotten a headache that had progressively gotten worse throughout the day. "Hey love, how has your day been?" Ash asks you as he walks into the kitchen and straight to the fridge to find something to eat. You are sat at the breakfast bar, just about to take your painkillers. He turns around and looks at you, "What's up? Are you okay?" "Just a killer headache, that's all," you tell him. "Have you had this all day?" he asks, padding across the room towards you, and you nod, "Why didn't you tell me? I would have stopped my practice." "It's nothing, don't worry about me, I'm fine," you try to tell him, knowing that he worries about you a lot. "Too late for that," he smiles, gently stroking your hair, "Go on up to bed and get an early night love." "But Ash, there's so much I need to get done in the house-" you start, but he cuts you off. "I'll do it all, you need to go and rest." He plants a soft kiss on your forehead before making you go upstairs to bed to rest whilst he did your usual household work. About an hour later, he comes upstairs to check on you to find that you are asleep in bed. He leaves you a bottle of water and some more painkillers on your bedside table before getting into bed himself, snuggling himself up to you.

Calum:

"Cal, babe, it's just cramps, I'm okay, honestly," you reassure your boyfriend Calum. He knew that your period always fucked you over, and whenever you were on he would always become very protective and would always worry about you. You were trying to get your house clean as you had guests coming over, but he was having none of it. "Just go upstairs to bed baby, I'll make you a hot water bottle," he smiles, and you sigh, giving in, before planting a small kiss onto his squishy cheek. You loved this boy so much. You make your way upstairs and to your bed, and just as promised about ten minutes later Calum wonders up with a hot water bottle and some chocolate for you. "Cal, I'm not supposed to have chocolate, I'm meant to be losing weight," you say, although chocolate does seem so appealing to you at this moment in time. "Lose weight for who baby?" he asks, gently stroking your hair, "You're perfect just the way you are... now take the damn chocolate," he laughs and so you do as he says, lightly laughing also. "Now do you need anything else?" he asks as you eat a square of your chocolate bar, "More blankets? Tablets? Do you need me to go and buy you any tampons?" "I'm okay thanks," you smile, reaching your hand up to stroke his soft cheek, "You're too lovely you are Calum Hood. What on Earth did I do to end up with someone as good as you?" "I don't know baby, but whatever it was must have been pretty spectacular," he giggles, "Because I'm just so amazing, and all."

Luke:

"Babeeee," your boyfriend Luke groans, shouting for you. You were trying to get work done in your study, and he was in bed ill. "Lukey, what do you want?" you shout back, "Can it not wait? I have so much work to do." "Come and snuggle with me please, I'm very poorly," he sniffs, really wanting to get your attention. Although you weren't even in the same room as him, you knew that he was doing the puppy dog face, you could just tell by the tone in his voice. You roll your eyes but nevertheless you get up from your office chair and pad across the hall into the bedroom that the two of you shared. He is wrapped up in the duvet, feeling sorry for himself. "Is man flu contagious?" you half laugh as you get under the duvet with him, wrapping your arms around his body and snuggling your face into his chest. "Hey! This is not man flu!" he frowns, and you laugh more. "Does this mean, that because you're ill, instead of calling you Lukey Pookey, I can call you Lukey Pukey?!" you laugh at your impressive joke. You look up at him and he furrows his eyebrows, only making you laugh more. "This is not a thing, no, no, nope, no!" he protests, "I'm ill, and what do you do? You take the piss!" he groans. "I'm sorry babe," you smile, placing your hand on his cheek, "Is Lukey Pukey not feeling great? Does Lukey Pukey want some soup?" He glares at you, "Stop this now!... but soup would be great thanks..."

Michael:

'Almost there, I can't fucking believe this. It would only be you, wouldn't it?! X' you send to your boyfriend Michael as you hop into your taxi from the airport. He was on a world tour, but the clumsy shit had managed to fall off the stage and break his leg. The boys had called you and you had taken the first flight out so that you could be with him and take care of him for a while. You arrive at the hospital and navigate your way around until you find his room. "Here she is, my wonderful girlfriend!" he smiles when he sees you, "This is my girlfriend Y/N," he smiles proudly to the nurse who is in his room and she nods and smiles at you before leaving. "You really didn't have to fly out here baby," he says softly as you walk to his bedside. You can't help but giggle at the fact that he is lying there with his leg, which is wrapped in a bright blue cast, hoisted in the air. "Hey, don't laugh! This isn't funny!" he protests. "Mikey, you have to admit, it kind of is," you giggle. "Okay, okay, fine! But I can't help it that I'm clumsy!" he sighs. You take a seat on the edge of his bed and snuggle your head into the crook of his neck. "What's up buttercup?" he asks, stroking your hair. "I'm tired, that flight was horrible," you yawn. "Well, I mean, the whole point of this trip was so that you could care for me," he laughs, "But I suppose we can make an exception tonight." You lie properly on the bed with him and he strokes your hair until you fall asleep.

A/N

So I know the Michael one technically isn't ill but like he's a clumsy shit so I could actually imagine it happening!! And then I just wanted to make it cute at the end okay shut up and fight me... you love the Michael one, don't lie to yourself

Also Lukey Pukey instead of Pookey I AM A COMEDIAN I SWEAR!! (jks I just ace bad puns)