5SOS Preferences

He's sick. #11

Luke:

 A loud cough rattles through the hallway and you frown to yourself as you tiptoe down the hall, being careful not to spill the boiling cup of tea that you made him. You round a corner to find Luke tucked under a blanket with puffy eyes and a ruby red nose, and a beanie pulled so low - it barely touches his eyebrows. You chuckle lightly and he lets out a whine.

"Hey, don't laugh."

"It's just that you're so cute when you're sick," you smile , handing him the steaming mug. He smiles up at you before sipping the hot liquid and makes a disgusted face at you.

"What is this?" He frowns, peering into the mug in an attempt to figure out its ingredients.

"Old family secret," you shrug. He tries to hand it back to you but you push it back towards him. "Drink that up, it's good for you." 

"No," he puts like a little boy being told to go to bed.

"The longer you're sick, the longer you don't get to kiss me," you bargain watching his face change from a pout to concentration. He gulps down the tea before you could blink an eye. "Good boy," you smile victoriously, grabbing the empty tea cup from his hands.

"Can I have a kiss now," Luke asks innocently. You open your mouth to answer and he coughs loudly. You pull away in disgust. 

"How about no," you giggle, walking away from the pile of germs.

Michael:

At the sound of about the five-thousandth sneeze , you knew that Michael was catching a cold.

"Mikey, you're catching a cold," you tell him as you two are seated in front of the TV on a rare lazy day. He was so stuck on being Mr. Tough Guy and would never admit to being sick.

"I am not," he argued, trying to wipe his running nose discreetly. You roll your eyes and focus on the television for a moment. Another sneeze irrupts from Michael, and you turn to face him.

"Okay, every time you're sick, we do this back and forth thing where you deny being sick and when you get better you act like you're Hercules who can combat any virus. The truth is that I sneak medicine into your meals when you aren't looking. Now we can do this the easy way, and you take the medicine now, or the hard way where I basically have to drug you," you confess watching his eyes grow ten tiimes their size as your story progresses. He sits there stunned for a moment so you ask, "Which is it, Mikey?" You assumed he never imagined you doing something so sneaky and manipulative, but in reality you just hated seeing him so miserable. 

"I'm not sick," he answers stubbornly glaring into your eyes and trying to hide his growing smile.

"And this chess match contines, you sigh. You hoist yourself from the couch and look Michael in the eye asking innocently "So what do you want for dinner babe?"

Ashton: 

"Hello," an uncharacteristically weak voice answers from the other side of the door.

"Ash, it's me," you annouced. The door creaks open to reveal Ashton who looks a little more than under the weather. His normally bright eyes are glassy and his normally rosy completion is pale green. "Oh babe, you look terrible." 

"Thanks, that's so sweet of you," he replies sarcastically. You ignored him and press the palm of your hand to his forehead which is highly above it's normal temperture.

"Oh, you're burning up Ash." You fuss pulling him into his bedroom and seating him on his bed. 

"I'm alright love. You should go home, I don't want you getting sick too," he sniffs, pulling the covers over himself.

"I never get sick, you know that. And if I do, we'll be sick together,"' you smile seeing an equally wide one settle onto Ashton's face. "I'm going to pop out to get some medicine alright." You turned to leave and heard Ashton say something. "What is it?" 

"I love you," he grins, his eyes already shutting from exhaustion. 

"I love you too Ash," you smile, planting a kiss to his warm forehead.

Calum:

"Baby," a whine echoes through the hall. You groan and fold a dog ear in your book. You couldn't get through two pages without hearing the siren that is a sick Calum Hood. 

"Coming!" You yell, your face growing hot with annoyance. You trudge down the hall to find Calum lying in the same spot, he was in ten minutes before, but this time , he was sitting up with and outreached hand that seemed to be reaching for something. "What is it, love?" 

"Can you pass me the remote? I wanna play FIFA," Calum asks, his brown eyes doing that twinkly thing that made you do whatever he asked. But this time you're tired, annoyed, and wishing to just finish the book you've been trying to read all day. Your vision moves to the PS3 remote perched at the edge of the bed that with little to no effort, Calum could get on his own. He was always like this when he was sick, and it was cute at the beginning but it was not so cute now. 

"Are you fucking kidding me." you snap, seeing his arm fall to his side in shock. "I know you're sick and all, but you have a cold, you didn't have surgery. Stop being a lazy fuck and get the damn remote yourself," you explain, trying to be patient and keep your voice low. "I love you, but if you call me in here one more time, I will castrate you." You turn on your heels and stomp down to your perch on the chair, flipping your book open. 

"Baby," you hear again, making your face go from red to fury just as you read the first word.

"WHAT," you nearly scream in reply, not even bothering to stand. 

"I'm sorry," you hear from the bedroom. You smiled to yourself and sit back in your chair. You could finaly finish your book in peace.