Why Don't We Imagines

Jack Avery - He's Sick

Not to long ago, you had suffered with the bug that was going around. Everyone in the band apart from Jack also suffered from it and only just now, it was his turn. You took it upon yourself to look after him, just like he had looked after you.

"Babe, you've gotta have that medicine. I know it's disgusting but it'll make you feel better." You told him, pouring the gross liquid onto a spoon. He groaned but opened his mouth, cringing as the taste hit his tonsils.

"Drink this." You handed him the bottle of water on his nightstand.

"In a little while you're gonna have to try and eat. I know it hurts your throat, but you can't not eat." You told him, running your hands through his beautiful locks.

"I hate feeling like this Y/N." He sniffled, hitting his head against the pillow. You sighed, not liking him being sick.

"I'll run you a bath." You whispered, placing a kiss on his forehead. You ran a cool bath, considering he was burning up. Then you grabbed his favourite sweats, knowing he would end up sleeping shirtless anyway.

"Come on Jacky." You grabbed his hands as he weakly stood up. Before you got to the bathroom, he wrapped his arms around you and his head fell in the crook of your neck.

"Thank-you for looking after me." His voice cracked.

"You're welcome. You did the exact same for me. Is there anything you want me to get you while you're in the bath?" You asked him.

"Anything soft to eat." He mumbled, giving you a kiss on the cheek and then getting in the bath. You went downstairs and all the boys were chilling on the kitchen counter.

"How's he feeling?" Corbyn asked, munching on some fries.

"Like hell. I think he's starting to get how sick we all were." You told him, opening the fridge and observing what he could have.

"Poor guy." Zach sighed. You ended up pouring him a glass of orange juice and making him a ham sandwich with a side bowl of cubed fruit so it was easier to swallow. He was still in the bath once you got upstairs so you placed his tray of snacks next to his bed and fluffed out his duvet. He came back in just minutes after and carefully got back in the bed.

"Are you feeling any better?" You asked him, getting in next to him.

"Not exactly but I guess a couple of movies and a cuddle with my girlfriend will make me feel better." He gently smirked.

"You're still cheeky even when you're sick." You giggled, resting your head against his chest.