One Shot Series 3

Too Much Junk Food

Demi's POV

"Oh come on! One more wouldn't hurt!" I argued, trying to pick up another piece of candy.

Justin sighed, shaking his head, "It would with the meal choice you've decided on today. You have to take it easy, Demi."

"Justin, this is like the first time in a long time I'm allowed to eat junk food. Let me enjoy it."

He leaned his chin on my head, "This is why you can't eat junk food. You overindulge in it, baby."

"Justinnnn!" I whined, turning to face him.

"Demiiiii!" He mocked, smiling at me before setting me down on the seat next to us, then getting up.

"I'm just trying to be a good boyfriend and look out for you. Nobody wants to see you back in the hospital, especially not me." He pressed his lips to my forehead before taking the bowl of candy into the kitchen.

I groaned, crossing my arms immaturely. "I will get that candy." I muttered to myself.

"Come on, baby. We need to get to bed. We both have stuff to do tomorrow." Justin called, standing at the bottom of the stairs. I sighed and turned the movie off.

"Since when are you the responsible one?" I joked, lacing our fingers together and going up the stairs.

"Since you're not." He sneered, turning to me and scrunching up his face. I stuck out my tongue, before laughing.

"Goodnight Demi. I love you." Justin whispered, wrapping his arms around me.

"I love you too." I smiled, moving my head onto his chest.

I waited, listening for the deeper, slower breaths. It took about twenty minutes before a light snore hit my ear. I grinned and tried to sneak out of his grasp.

When I made it to my feet, Justin's eye peeked open. "Baby? Where you going?"

I sighed, and went over to him. Stroking his face, "I'm right here J. Just going to the bathroom. Keep my spot warm." He smiled, closed his eyes, and fell back to sleep.

How precious was he?

"Now where did he put that candy?" I whispered to myself. I opened his cabinet and smiled. I bet he thought I would never go in here because he keeps that nasty cereal in here - Captain Crunch.

I sat in front of the TV - popcorn, chocolate, and whatever leftover food Justin had from last night, in my hands. This may sound like a lot, but I haven't really eaten anything filling in the last few days.

After an hour of watching TV and eating I went back to bed. Miraculously not waking Justin. He just rolled over and draped his arms around me, purely out of instinct. An involuntary smile crept its way onto my face, as I cuddled into his chest.

"Rise and shine beautiful." Justin's voice lulled me out of my dreamless sleep. I groaned, turning to look at him.

"Hi." I forced a smile, reaching out to touch his face. He chuckled, reaching over to get something.

"I made you breakfast in bed. It's your reward for being good, and stopping your junk food raid." There was pancakes and eggs. Fruit and coffee. It was cute how he spent time on this. But it made my stomach drop with guilt.

Or maybe it wasn't guilt. I felt like everything was bubbling over, taking me over the edge.

"Demi?" Justin looked at me with concern. I turned to answer him, but my body had other plans.

All the food I had yesterday apparently wanted to make another appearance. And it was coming fast. I dashed to the bathroom, crouching over the toilet.

Seconds later Justin was behind me, holding my hair and rubbing my back. "Oh babe. You ate the candy, didn't you?" I nodded, going back to coughing up the contents of my stomach.

When I finished, I leaned back, refusing to look up at Justin. "What else did you eat, Demi?" He mumbled, picking me up and taking me over to the sink. I sighed, brushing my teeth.

"Whatever you had in the take away bag."

When I glanced back Justin was fighting back a laugh. "What's funny?" I demanded, then crouched over in pain. He chuckled, putting me in his arms and carrying me to the bed.

"That Chinese was from last week, Demi. I was suppose to throw it out three days ago."

I scoffed, trying to sit up. "No. Don't move, Dems. You'll only feel worst." There was a confident smile on his face. "I'll go get you some pills, sit tight."

I shut my eyes, clutching my stomach. There was sweat starting to run down my forehead, and I felt drowsy. "I got you pills." He came back in, I felt his body fall next to mine. His hand finding my forehead, then neck.

"You're burning up." I could hear the concern, all his jokes soon disappearing.

"Bucket." I mumbled, covering my mouth.

"What?" Justin furrowed his eyebrows.

"BUCKET!" I screamed, making my head ache. His eyes shot open and he ran over to the trash.

"Right, here you go."

His hands held up my hair, again, as I disposed all whatever the hell was left in my body. When I sighed and laid down, Justin was frowning at me.

"What?" I croaked, holding onto my stomach. I just wanted to sleep, all day. "I'm gonna call a doctor." He said, before pulling out his phone. My eyes widened and I sat up, regretting it soon after.

"No, J please." He lightly pushed my shoulders back into the bed, rubbing my forehead.

"You're really sick, babe. I just want you to get better." He pecked my lips, before pulling away instantly and shaking his head.

"Bad idea, bad idea." I giggled, then groaned. "Stop making me laugh."

* * *

"Hey, Demi. I heard somebody was being bad yesterday." My doctor, Dr. Jackson, stepped in. He always talked to me like I was some type of child when I screwed up. And it always did its purpose - making me feel like crap.

"Ugh." I grunted in response, closing my eyes.

"Looks like she caught the bug." He announced, making Justin pat my forehead.

"I told you." I rolled my eyes, feeling everything explode again. While throwing up, I heard him talking to Justin, who was yet again holding my hair and rubbing my back.

"Just keep her hydrated and give her these. She should be fine."

"Thank you, Dr. Jackson!" Justin called as he left himself out. When I sat up there was a look of anger on my boyfriend's face.

"You should have listened to me." His voice resembling a child.

I smiled, laying on his lap. "I'm sowwy." My voice much more hoarse than I would like.

"You swear?" He asked, looking down at me, smirking.

"I swear." I laughed, rolling off of him.

"Now let me take care of my baby."