One-Shots

Blame It On The Weather, But I'm A Mess(Cashby✔)

Summary: Alan is sick and Austin is there to help him.

A/N~ Fluff because YES. Title belongs to Silverstein and I'm sorry it's so short.

Third Person POV:
Alan was a sniffling mess surrounded by snotty tissues. He felt like just curling up in a ball and dying. Every time he'd cough, it felt like he was getting punched hard in the chest and he had a pounding headache. "Hey my love, how are you doing?" Austin asked as he entered the room. He had to check on his ginger princess. "Ehh... Not good." Alan replied, going into a coughing fit because of the energy it took to talk. "Gah.. It hurts." He whined, mostly to himself. "Awe. I'll get you some medicine baby." Austin said.

After a few minutes, Austin came back with some asprin, cough syrup, a glass of water, and a trash can (Me.) He gathered all of the used tissues and threw them away, then set the garbage can near the bed. "Sit up a little, princess." Austin said as he measured and poured Alan some cough syrup. Alan did as he was told and tried not to cough again. Austin gave him the syrup and the aspirins followed by a sip of water. "You should start feeling better soon." Austin cooed with his soothing voice. "Thank you, babe." "Anything for you Alan."

Austin then crawled onto the bed next to the ginger haired boy and wrapped his arm around his waist. "I don't want you to get sick, Austin." Alan said worryingly. "It's okay if I do, I just want you to feel better, my love." Austin then placed a soft,
gentle kiss on Alan's forehead. "I love you." Austin whispered. "I love you too, Austin." Alan replied. He was to tired and unwell to argue so he just closed his eyes and let sleep consume him.