Will Jay Imagines- Wattys 2016

Sick Days

A/N: Hey, guys! I'm sorry for not updating in ages. School has been time-consuming, and I went to Disney World, then had make up work, so I had almost no time to type. @willjaymusic I tried to write your suggestion, but I couldn't do it! I just couldn't picture Will like that! Enjoy, lovelies!

   It was another awful Monday. I had to be up at four thirty to drive myself to school at six thirty so I could make my seven o'clock class. I hit the off button on my alarm and sat up in bed. As soon as I did, a huge, loud, weird cough escaped my lungs. My head was killing me, and I felt even more lifeless than I normally did on Monday mornings. Thinking it would go away, I decided to just continue getting ready for school. I didn't want to miss another day of school. Plus, my boyfriend Will wanted to hang out when I got out of school. I was a senior, and Will had graduated two years ago. We've been dating since I was a freshman, and now he's one of the world's best singers... to me, at least.

   As I finished pulling on my jeans and Ziggy Stardust shirt, I felt a staggering wave of dizziness flow through me. I rushed back to my bed and sat down, holding my aching head in my hands.

   I could not go to school like this. I might faint in front of the other kids or something. I called Will's phone, and he picked up on the second ring.

   "Babe? What's wrong?" Will asked, concerned that I was calling him so early. Normally, we barely make eye contact until 8:30.

   "I'm sick," I whined into the phone. 

   "Aw, I'm sorry, sweetheart. Do you want me to come over?"

   I shook my head, even though he couldn't see me. "No, that's okay. You have to be at the studio today, right?"

   "Well, I'm supposed to be there, but you're more important. I'll be there in ten."

   "Will, you don't have to-" I tried to speak, but the phone line had already cut off. I figured it was no use trying to argue with Will or tell him he couldn't come over, so I went upstairs and changed into a pair of fresh pyjamas. Coincidentally, they were the blue pyjamas that Will had gotten me last Christmas. 

   As I slipped on my black fuzzy socks, there was a knock on the door. I slid down the hallway to let Will in. He smiled when he saw me, kissing my cheek gently. Instantly, his face when from happy to concerned.

   "Babe, you're burning up," he said, putting his hand to my forehead. "Where are your parents?" he asked, noticing that the house was empty except for us.

   "They're in Manhattan for the day. They left really early this morning, ad they'll be back by nine tonight. They had some meeting to go to," I explained.

   "I can stay with you until they get home so you won't be alone. Go lie down on the couch, I'll get you some tea and some medicine."  

   Before I could respond, Will rushed to the kitchen to put tea water on the stove. As I laid down on the couch, I heard him jog upstairs to get the medicine from my bathroom. Will had been coming to my house since primary school, so he knew where literally everything was. He came back downstairs with a bottle of DayQuil and a glass of water. 

   "Okay," he began slowly, "I know you hate this stuff, but it'll make you feel better."

   I groaned, trying to seem as cute as possible while in this deadly state. "Don't make me," I pleaded. 

   "Are we going to reenact The Half-Blood Prince? Come on, babe, please," he said, pouring some of the awful orange liquid into the little cup. "It'll stop you from getting worse."

   Reluctantly, I took the DayQuil and practically threw it down my throat. As soon as I did, I regretted it. I started coughing like crazy to get the taste out of my mouth. 

   "That. Stuff. Is. Nasty," I said between coughs.

   Will laughed. "I know. I'm sorry." The tea water started to boil, so Will got up and went to the kitchen. "I'll be back."

   A few minutes later, he returned with two cups of tea, handing me one as he sat down next to me once more. Will was smiling at me, looking into my eyes like he had lost something in them.

   "You're concentrating too hard. I smell your hair burning," I joked hoarsely.

   Will laughed, brightening up the whole room with his perfect voice. "How is it that even when you're sick, you're still stunningly beautiful?"

   I could feel my already warm face burning hotter as I blushed. "How is it that I ended up with such an amazing boyfriend?"

   "Do you have another boyfriend I don't know about?"

   "Will. Don't say things like that. You're the greatest guy in the world, and somehow, we found each other. And I'm so glad we did. Because I can't think of anyone I love more than you."

   Will's face lit up. I realized we had never ready used the L word, and I was the one who was always so worried about saying it. The fact that I said it first was probably as shocking to Will as it was to me.

   After a minute of silence, Will realized he hadn't responded. "I love you too. More than you can imagine."

   We spent the rest of the day watching movies. Occasionally, I would fall asleep, just so I could wake up in Will's arms.

   I love being sick.

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