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#36 He's Sick

#36 He's Sick

Michael:
You came home to a silent house. No video games on the TV, no boys and no Michael. You walk to your bedroom to find your boyfriend wrapped up in several blankets on the bed. His normally pale skin is a slight greenish colour whilst his nose is bright red. Tissues litter the ground and a bottle of Advil stands on the bedside table.

"Y/N!" he groans out, his voice hoarse and choppy.

"What happened to you babe?" you say whilst sitting down beside him. He just groans.

"Do you need anything? Soup, tea, ice cream? I can bring your PS3 in here somehow if you want?" he smiles slightly.

"I only wanted you but you know the PS3 sounds nice," you chuckle.

"You can't cuddle a PS3," he coughs.

"We'll see about that."

"Ok im serious now Mikey, do you need anything?" he sniffles.

"I was serious too, I only want you. Come cuddle?" you make a fake disgusted face.

"Ew, I'll get your sick germs," he manages to let out a hoarse laugh.

"My sick germs are hot, now come here," he wiggles his arms out of the blankets and extends them out to you. You crawl over to him and fall into his arms.

"Now why don't you try to sleep huh?" he closes his eyes.

"Sounds like a plan," he mumbles. In 5 minutes tops he is sound asleep, snoring like a sick little pig. You move a strand of hair away from his eyes with your free hand. You place your lips on his forehead.

"Feel better Mikey," you whisper. You weren't sure if it was just a coincidence but he smiled when your lips came in contact with his skin.

Luke:
"Luke?!" you call into your shared flat. After around 5 minutes of him not responding you call again.

"LUKE!?" he shuffles into the hallway. His joggers slung low on his hips and his hair a mess.

"You look like you've been in bed all day," you comment. He quickly scribbled onto the mini white board in his hand.

'I was.' You raise an eyebrow.

"Uh why aren't you speaking?" he writes something else down.

'Vocal rest, I lost my voice ):' You give him a sympathetic look.

"Baby, why didn't you call me? I could've come home early and taken care of you."

?I'm not sick, i just can't speak. I can take care of myself.' He gives you a small smile.

"Still," you pout.

"I wanna make sure you're okay!" He walks over to you and ruffles your hair.

"Hey!" you call out.

'I'm okay baby :) thanks anyways. I love youuuu.' You smile when you finish reading his sloppy handwriting.

"I love you too Lukey," he pulls you into a hug only for you to push him away. He pouts.

'What?'

"You're sick Luke. I don't want to get sick!" he rolls his eyes.

"I'm not sick! It's from singing, I swear! Anyway even if you do get sick I'll take care of you. :)" You sigh.

"Fine," You say, allowing him to pull you into his arms.

'Kiss?' he puckers his lips in an over exaggerated manner.