YOU'RE SICK
Luke:
"Atchoo!", you sneeze yet again in bed; giving up on sleep. "(Y/N), are you okay?", Luke turns around to sleepily face you. "Yeah, I'm fine", you mutter, "You can go back to sleep". "Well, you don't look fine", he says, putting a hand on your forehead, "And you're burning up. Stay there, I'll take care of you". Too weak to even protest, you smile as your lovingly boyfriend gets out of bed to get you a thermometer and make some tea. Giving you a special treatment for the net days 'till you get better.
Ashton:
Your precious sleep is interrupted by the sound of your alarm clock going off - time to get up. You sit up just to feel your head about to explode and to find yourself more indisposed than usual. "Babe, aren't you going to turn that off?", Ashton mumbles, face buried in his pillow. "Yeah, just a minute", your voice must have sounded so bad that he immediately turned to look at you. "Are you feeling okay?", he asked, eyeing you carefully. "Not really", you mumble, lying down again, "My head hurts, my body hurts... Everything hurts". "You're staying in for the day and I'm taking care of you", Ashton decides and you agree, turning and going back to sleep.
Michael:
You've been throwing up nonstop for the past few days, and, almost every time, Michael was there to hold your hair back and rub circles on your back. "I hate seeing you like this", he comments when you're going to clean yourself. "I hate being like this", you reply in a rough voice as you begin to brush your teeth. "I want you to get better soon", he sighs, hugging you from behind and putting his chin on your shoulder. "There's not much we can do, I'm taking all the medicines", you explain yet again. "Do you think it'll help if I cuddle you?", he asks. "A good cuddle always help", you smile.
Calum:
"Hey, Cal", you sneeze, "Maybe dancing in the rain wasn't such a good idea after all", he lets out a laugh. "I told you, I knew you were going to get a cold", he replies, giving you a cup of hot cocoa. "But you danced with me", you pouted,"How come I've got a cold and you don't?". "That's 'cause I'm stronger than you", he smiles, kissing the tip of your nose. "That's sexist", you mutter, crossing your arms in front of your chest, "Aw, c'mon babe, you know what I meant", it's his turn to pout and make puppy dog eyes at you. "God, I really wish I could kiss you right now", you sigh, "But I don't want you to get this cold". "Nah, I don't mind", he smiles, stealing a kiss from you.
