Freshlee Imagines

Imagine 110

"For your safety, I seriously hope someone's dying for you to be calling at a such ungodly hour of the night."
"So you want my brother to die? Geez, y/n if you want to break up with him don't be so harsh about it."
I frowned and pulled the phone back, long enough for me to see who was calling. I quickly sat up in bed after seeing my boyfriend's name on my phone screen and brought the phone back up to my right ear.
"What? What's going on? Why are you calling from bens phone?"
"Well, dear apple of my brother's eyes. I got home to find my brother puking his lungs out on his bedroom floor. Extremely gross."
At that point I was more than awake, and quite worried.
"How in the world? What did he eat this time?"
"I have no idea," bens brother murmured with distaste in his voice. "He was out with his friends tonight though. They always end up doing some crazy, and stupid, really stupid shit. And-oh God, ew! He's puking again! Mom!"
I pulled the phone away from my ear, cringing at all the commotion coming from the other hand of the line.
"Hello?"
"Yeah okay, y/n. My brother's being a little bitch and he's whining about some pot brownie, I think he's high and drunk, definitely drunk. And he's fucking puking. It's disgusting. Anyways, he won't let anyone touch him and he wants you to come over. I think he's about to cry, hurry up."
"Huh, okay," I mumbled, immediately springing into action. "I'll be there in 10 minutes."
After slipping a pair of shoes on and grabbing my keys, phone and raincoat, I slipped out of my room and towards my parent's. I knocked twice before pushing the door open and rushing to my mom's side.
"Mom, mom," I said, frantically shaking her shoulder until she woke up. "bens sick and I need to go take care of him."
My mom's tired eyes took me in a she sighed before glancing at the time on her nightstand's small clock. "y/n its 3 in the morning." She remarked with a sigh.
"I know mom, but he needs me, I'll be careful and I'll text you as soon as I get there." I don't know what struck my mom to let me do such a thing but I didn't question her and nearly squealed in happiness before pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.
"Love you guys!" I whisper-yelled before slipping out of their room and down the stairs.
Thankfully, the roads were crystal clear at 3AM and I made it to bens house without breaking any laws. Okay, I might've ran a red light, or two, but that's a detail.
Once I was safely parked into their driveway, I sent a quick text to my mom to let her know I was doing okay.
After locking my car's doors, I made my way up to their door and rang the doorbell once. Less than 5 seconds later, the door swung open to reveal bens very annoyed brother. "y/n! Thank God you're here!" He cried, pulling me inside and closing the door. "I don't know how much of my brother's delirious whining I can take."
I rolled my eyes at him, and quickly slipped my shoes off before darting towards the stairs. Once at the top of the stairs, their very distressed mom greeted me. She proceeded to hug, and thank me a million times before ushering me towards the bathroom.
With a small sigh, I pushed the door open and cringed at the smell and sight. My boyfriend's top half was slouched over the toilet with him holding onto it for dear life. Another sigh left my lips and I let my raincoat fall to the ground before entering to bathroom.
"baby hey." I crouched down next to him and brushed some hair away from his forehead.
''Baby, you're here." He looked up at me, eyes redder than ever and lips quivering.
''Of course I am." I smiled at him, my heart breaking at the sight of his limp figure. I just about jumped out of my skin when an inhuman sound left his throat before his head disappeared inside the toilet.
"Oh, God." I groaned, turning my head away from the sight, rubbing my hand over his back in circular motions. I let him go until the only sound I could hear was him coughing and spitting in the bowl.
"Okay," I reached for some paper and helped Ben sit down, with his back resting against the bathtub. He seriously looked like he was about to cry and I knew I could laugh about that later. I wiped his mouth and chest until all trace of vomit was gone and threw the paper away with a grimace.
"What did you get yourself into this time?" I sighed, running my fingers through his damp hair.
"Th-they were like hey, hey! Lets eat this and," he giggled before poking my cheek with his index. "You're so cute, babe. So beautiful." He was then full on stroking my cheeks with both of his hands.
The click of a camera was heard from behind us and I watched ben's eyes widen in horror before he tried pulling himself up. I glanced behind me and glared at bens brother who raised his hands up in surrender.
"Go." I order and he rolled his eyes, walking away and snickering down at his phone. I turned back and came face to face with a pouting ben.
"He took a picture, and I look horrible."
"No baby, you look great, I promise." I lied because he did look pretty horrible. Two words. Sweat. Puke. The smell was horrible and he was literally glistening under the bathroom light because of how sweaty he was.
"Okay, I love you. S-so much, like bigger than the Milk Road-"
"You mean the Milky Way?" I corrected him with a chuckle. He simply fell silent and sat there, staring at me with a blank face.
"Okay, do you think you can stand? You need a shower."
He shook his head and jugged out his bottom lip. "Can I have a bubble bath?"
"Jesus. No, we don't have time for that. C'mon, I'll help you." I slid my hand under his armpits but he almost immediately slouched down after hearing my response.
"No? You don't love me anymore?" His eyes were glistening with tears and I sighed.
"Of course I do, sweetie. I love you but you can't have a bubble bath right now."
With his right hand, he reached up for my cheek and started stroking it. His hand was super clammy but I didn't pull away, not wanting him to start bawling his eyes out on me. "K-kiss me. " He demanded, lips puckered up and right hand still stroking my cheek.
I frowned and placed my hand on his, pulling it down until it was resting on his thigh. "I can't, you're all-"
"Oh my God, " He cried, his body slumped down even lower and his head fell backwards. He closed his eyes and his face contorted into a pained expression. "You don't love me! Oh m-my God. You don't wanna kiss me anymore. I don't want a new lover, please. " He whined while clutching my t-shirt.
"No, " I held back a laugh and pushed some hair away from his forehead yet another time. "I love you, but I can't kiss you right now sweetie. I'll hug you now and later, once you're all clean I promise you can get a kiss. " I bargained while chewing on my bottom lip, hoping he'd stop whining so I could get him into the shower.
He frowned before lifting his head up and opening only one eye. "Pinkie promise? " He asked, holding his pinkie out in front of me. I nodded and tightened my own around his for a seconds before resting both of my hands on his thighs.
"Good, okay. " I pulled him in for a quick hug, smiling when he rested his chin on my shoulder. "Okay, lets get you in the shower. "
Now, I've taken care of this fool before while he was sick, but never once was he drunk, and possibly high while it happened. It was already hard enough when he was just sick, so imagine having to help a delirious teenage boy shower at 3:40AM. What could've been done in 10 minutes took us 30 minutes. I ended up with the top half of my sweatpants completely soaked and my patience hanging on a very thing thread. But I loved him, and I still do, so I wasn't that mad.
At 4:15AM, I'd changed into an old pair of ben's sweatpants and he was lying down in his bed with a damp towel over his forehead. The effects of the alcohol had started wearing down and he was looking at me with the guiltiest of looks on his face. I got up from my crouching position and placed his empty glass of water on his nightstand before sitting down next to his lying figure.
"How are you feeling? " I questioned, running my fingers through his hair, a thing I knew he loved.
"Better. You're so good to me, too good. " He frowned before taking my free hand in his and pulling me down until I was lying face to face with him.
"You need to rest, " I rolled my eyes, ignoring what he'd just said. "Do you need anything else? "
He shook his head; frown still etched onto his pale face. "I'm sorry. I know you were tired because of work, I didn't mean to. " I smiled at him and rested my hand on his cheek before pressing a kiss to his nose.
"It's okay, babe. I'm not mad at you, " His features softened and I scooted closer to him. "You needed me so I came. Just stop doing stupid shit; I don't want you to get really hurt. Then I'd be mad and scared. "
"I love you so much. Can I get my kiss? " He pleaded with a cute pout. I laughed and pecked his lips a few times.
"There, " I smiled. "You got like five, how's that? "
He grinned at me and gave me a thumbs up before closing his eyes. "I'm so tired, can you stay with me? "
I smiled and leaned in to press a lingering kiss on his lips. "Yeah, sweetie. I'll stay. "