Cole reached his door and set down one of his bags. He pulled his keys out and unlocked the door. He stepped inside and closed the door with his foot. It looked exactly like he left it. Cope hadn't been home in a week due to filming.
"Willie? You here?" He called. There was a thump in the bedroom so that's where Cole assumed Willow was. After putting the ice cream in the freezer, pouring some ginger ale into a cup, and opening the box of crackers he went to find Willow. He opened the bedroom door and found Willow curled up under the blankets. Used tissues littered the floor and an assortment of cold & flu medicine covered the nightstand.
"Willie? Are you alive?" The lump that was Willow shifted indicating life. Cole sat down and pulled the blankets back to reveal Willow. Her hair had at one point been up, but now was falling out.
"H-h-hi." She said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.
"Hi." Cole smiled at her.
"I feel like sith." She said and sniffed. Then she coughed.
"You feel like sith?" Cole teased.
"Sit. Sith. Shith!" She groaned, "You know what I bean!" She groaned again and then started coughing. When she finished coughing she sniffed then blew her nose.
"I brought ginger ale and saltines."
"Bleth you!" She sat up and looked around."Tissues?" Cole stood up.
"I'll go get some." He stepped out of the room and grabbed a box of tissues from one of the bags. He brought it back to Willow.
"Thank you!" She blew her nose and then dropped her head back onto the pillows.
"I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that you haven't seen the article." Cole said.
"What article?" She asked.
"It's not important. So if you didn't see the article how come you've been ignoring everyone?"
"I woke up at five vomited twice, felt like death, took a dose of nyquil and went back to bed. I've been up for..." She looked at the clock,"Twenty minutes." She starts coughing again. Cole brushes her hair off her face and kisses her forehead.
"You're really hot."
"Thank you." Cole rolled his eyes.
"Not in that way. I mean you are hot, but you have a fever." Willow nodded and sneezed. She hurriedly reached for a tissue. After blowing her nose she grabbed her phone, looked at the screen and threw it at the wall.
"Hand be the nyquil. Please!" Cole handed her the bottle and the little plastic cup. She pours out a dose and drinks it down before handing them back to Cole. She rolled over, pulled the blanket back over her head and disappeared. Cole rolled his eyes and pulled the blanket back enough to kiss her forehead, before pulling it back up, grabbing her phone and leaving Willow to sleep. Out in the living room he looked at what made Willow throw her phone across the room. She had messages from some one who's contact name was 'Bitch'. Intrigued by who this person was Cole opened Willows phone and replied.
Three hours later not only had Cole met Willow's older sister, Olivia, but he had also tidied up the apartment and made a vegetable soup of sorts for Willow when she woke up. After that he laid down on the couch and took a nap himself.
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So I've decided that when I finish this one I'm going to write a Tom Holland fic. I haven't decided if it will be a social media fic or not.
And this book probably won't be very long. Probably like 40 or 50 chapters. Anyways. Comment and vote! Thanks!
Savannah(-:
