Imagine waking up next to Nick after a night of partying. The minute the light met your eyes, your head started pounding.
"Oh no," you groaned as you came to terms with the fact that you indeed had a hangover.
Nick rolled over and yawned, just starting to wake up.
"What's wrong?" He said sleepily.
"Hangover," you mumbled.
He opened his eyes a bit more and furrowed his brow, "Is it a bad one?"
You nodded and closed your eyes while you winced in pain. Nick rolled out of bed and walked out of the room. You heard him messing about in the kitchen and he came back a moment later with a cup of water and a hot rag.
"Here," he said as he handed you the cup and placed the rag to your forehead.
You felt a bit of relief at the warmth on your head and cool water on your throat. You smiled a bit and closed your eyes happily.
"Why are you so sweet to me," you said as he laid you back down on your pillow, still holding the rag to your head.
He let out a little laugh, "I kinda love you, that's why. But only kinda," he said with a wink.
You rolled your eyes with a smile, "You just woke up and you're already wittier than me."
"Get used to it," he said, making you giggle.
He took the rag off momentarily so he could kiss your forehead, "Now, just get some rest today, I'll be here if you need anything, alright?"
"Alright," you said softly, "I love you Nick."
"I love you more," he said as he tucked you back in and went to close the windows so the light wouldn't give you a headache, "now get some rest, darling."
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Pink Floyd Imagines
FanfictionJust like my Keith Moon book, there aren't enough imagines out there for Pink Floyd, so I'll be writing a lot here! So if you're looking for stories for Syd, Roger, David, Rick and Nick, you know where to find them! Requests are the best so don't b...
