One Shots

I Keep Losing Sleep (Alan Ashby)

Lola's POV

I woke up, being unable to move without feeling some kind pain. This is terrible. I tried to go back to sleep but I have a headache that won't away. I looked over my side and saw that my boyfriend, Alan, is nowhere to be seen. I don't know what to do and I can't do much without groaning a few hundred times so I decided to get out of bed and make my way into the kitchen. "Lola, what're you doing out of bed?" Alan asked, rushing over to me and held me softly. "I didn't know where you were and," I stopped to cough, "and I wanted something to drink so I thought I'd get out of bed," I explained. Alan sighed and kissed my forehead. "Be careful Alan, I don't want you to get sick." "I'll be fine Lola, but you need to lie down and get as much rest as you can. What do you want to drink?" "Some juice if it's not too much trouble," I smiled weakly. Alan nodded his head and walked me back up to our room. He tucked me into bed and quickly left the room before returning with my glass of juice. "Thanks Alan" I said. "You're welcome Lola," Alan smiled. He got into bed with me and allowed me to cuddle up to his side. I smiled softly, rested my head against his chest. I listened to Alan's breathing patterns carefully, it is always calming for some reason. My eyes grew heavy. I didn't want to fall asleep because I just woke up but my cold is telling me otherwise and within a few minutes I was fast asleep.