#imagine
You're sick with the flu. Austin brought you over to his place because he wants to take care of you. You haven't thrown up in a few hours, but you still feel terrible.
"Do you feel better at all?" Austin asks you with concern in his voice.
Just as you're about to answer, you feel something in the back of your throat. You run to the bathroom and throw up the cups of water that had taken you so long to drink. As you continue to empty the water from your stomach, you feel your hair being pulled back. You finish and sit there, then start to sob,
"(Y/N)? Why are you crying babe? What's wrong?"
"I feel so sick! I just want to die until I feel better..." You cry out inbetween sobs.
"My poor baby." Austin says, almost crying with you. "Come here, let me clean you up a little bit."
You turn to face Austin and he flushes what was once part of your stomach. He grabs a tissue and wipes your mouth. He brings you over to the sink and fills a cup with water so you can rinse your mouth out. You do, and he puts the cup back by the sink. He takes you over to his bed and makes you sit on it. Then he goes over to his dresser and pulls out a pair of his sweatpants, your tank top that you had left there, and one of his sweatshirts.
"I want you to feel comfortable." Austin comments.
You flash him a small smile and mumble out a "Thank you".
Austin just nods and takes off your shirt, leaving you in your bra and jeans. He slides the jeans off your body and puts the sweatpants on you. He kisses your stomach all the way up to your neck, then takes off your bra and puts on your tank top.
"You're so perfect." He states.
"You're too sweet." You say in a small voice.
He shakes his head. "No, I mean it."
You feel yourself blush a little and Austin slides his sweatshirt over your head. He grabs a brush and sits behind you, where he brushes gently through your tangled hair. You can feel him trying to do something with your now tangle-free hair and giggle at him.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to braid your hair!" Austin says, sounding focused.
You smile at the gesture and just let him continue. When he finally finishes, he pulls you onto his lap and wraps his arms around your waist. He kisses your neck lightly.
"I love you." He murmurs into your skin.
"I love you more." You smile.
"Can you do me a favor?" Austin asks you while he lays down and brings you with him, not letting go if your waist.
"Maybe.. What is it?"
"Promise me three things." You nod. "One, that you really do love me."
"Of course I do, Austin."
"Two, that you'll get better soon."
You chuckle. "Easier said than done, but yes."
"And three," he sighs. "That when we're old enough, you'll marry me."
You snuggle yourself tighter into Austin. "I can't wait."
