ethan dolan imagines

he gets sick

i had to edit this

Your POV

"y/n!!" I hear when you get home. It sounded scratchy and dry. i walk upstairs and hear a scratchy cough. "y/n, can you get me a thermometer?"

i walk back down, found the thermometer and tissue boxes. i walk back up and into the room. The room was hot and the air wasn't clean. i went back downstairs to grab the humidifier and walked back up. He smiled.

"Your like my mom... I like that," he manages to say between coughs a sniffles. i sigh and turn on the humidifier next to him and a thermometer. i lay it on his sweaty forehead. i pressed the button to measure the temp and it read 102°F.

i sigh again and looked at him. "Do you think you're going to vomit?"

"A little," Ethan says, struggling to not cough again.

i look at him. "I can run out to get soup. You need some obviously."

"No it's ok. Don't work this hard for me," he said.

"You would do the same," i moved his hair away from his eyes and gives him a kiss on the forehead.

"I don't want to get you sick," he says. "I want to kiss you for coming home from your job, air kiss?"

him and i laugh and we both puckered our lips. But i moved forward and kissed him for real. He kissed me back and laughed. "You'll get my sickness."

"I'll be ok." i said and attached my lips back to his. He still kissed back and i moved my hand around his face.

He feels your hair and strokes your hair. i detach from his lips and look at each other.

"I love you," he says with his faint weak voice.

"Love you too," i say and kiss him quickly and walk back to the car to get soup.

i got back with Panera Bread soup and hear Ethan. "I can smell it from here!"

i laugh and went into the room. He sat up and laughed. "You got pineapple pizza too??"

"Yep. In case you want something you love. We'll share the stuff."

He smiled. "Both of us will get sick then."

"I don't mind spending the whole day with you."

He smiles and i hand him the soup. i then laid on the bed and cuddled with the sick Ethan. He sneezed and i laughed.

i was always asked to give him back rubs. He lays his head on your lap and flat on his stomach, i rest my hand on his firm muscular back and trace light circles all around his back.

The next thing i knew he was dead asleep on my lap and i smile.

For some reason, I like this one