5SOS Sickfics

Snotty Horror Picture Show

I'm sorry about the title, but it's f*cking incredible, right?!
This is for @sneezinglashton- go check out their sickfics! They're new, go show some love.

I'm reusing that "It's All Lies" universe again because I'm too lazy to create a new one.

xx

Luke's POV:

My boyfriend and I shuffled slowly into the cinema, hands clasped. Two bottles of water were tucked under my arm, cold and leaving wet patches on my flannel. Ashton sniffed, wrinkling his nose as we turned and I led him down one of the rows. We found our seats, unfolding them and I made pushing the arm rest up so that we could cuddle.

"Boo, its hot in here. Maybe just cuddle when we get home?" Ash gently pushed my free hand from the arm rest with our interlocked fists. His palm was sweaty against mine. I pouted.

"But, Ashy, we always cuddle in movies!" I whined, refusing to meet his eyes.

"Not today, okay, boo?" He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my cheek, sniffing as he pulled back.

"Fine, but I'm not cuddling you tonight, either!"

"Whatever you say, princess," he chuckled, but that chuckle turned into a cough, and that cough turned into back rubbing and assisted water drinking. "I don't know what came over me. Must've had something stuck in my throat," I opened my mouth to object and reach for his forehead, but he cut me off. "Ooh, movie's starting."

That's when he dropped my hand and I knew he was sick. To begin with, the patches of coughing and sniffling were few and far between, but they became more frequent as time progressed. His breathing was laggy and scratchy, his nose running and eyes watering.

At one point, he coughed so hard for so long that I thought he was going to be sick. He doubled over in his seat, covering his mouth with a tired fist. I rubbed his back while people around us shushed for dear life; I ran my fingers through his haïrait when an old lady a few rows in front actually turned around to throw a handful of popcorn. When he was done, I knew we had to leave.

"Baby, you okay?" I whispered. He shook his head. "You should have told me earlier," Ash attempted to sit up, but had to lean forwards again because he was dizzy. "Head between knees, c'mon, baby."

I kept one hand on the back of his head while he sat, breathing heavily and sweating uncontrollably. Eventually, he sat back, and, after a while, he was able to stand and let me usher him from the cinema, down the hall and into the atrium. We left the building and sat outside on a cold, iron bench while Ashton's lungs tried to eject themselves from his face again.

Silence.

"I love you," I said, taking his hand and rolling into his side. "Even when you're sick and don't tell me 'till after the lady threw popcorn at you."

"I love you, too," he croaked. "I'm sorry I ruined the movie," he coughed.

"Let's go home, baby."

-

The fire was on and the hot chocolate was made; we sat, curled up on the sofa, in a mountain of used tissues and cold remedies. I rubbed my hand in circles over Ashton's smooth chest, kissing his jawbone and numbing his chin lightly with my nose as he gazed aimlessly into the distance.

"I think you should try get some sleep, mister. You'll be tired in the morning especially. We were gonna go over to Mikey and Cal's for brunch tomorrow but they can come here if you're still not feeling very well. Wouldn't want you to exhaust yourself, would-" a snore. It's loud and at any other time it would have annoyed the hell out of me, but, right now, it's good because I know it means he's okay.