Monday 8th September
I woke up with the worst headache, i almost felt like i couldn't breathe. I quickly sat up out of bed, sweating and breathing heavily. Must have been a bad dream. I shrugged it off, as i dragged myself legs over the side on my bed so i was sitting. I suddenly felt a wave of dizziness hit me as i fell back onto the bed. I blinked a couple times as my vision blurred and my head pounded. I groaned as i felt my stomach grumble, but not from hunger, from sickness. I sighed as i rolled back into bed, deciding it would be best to not go into work today. I grabbed my phone from my bedside table before sending a quick text to Ella, explaining that i wouldn't be coming in today, before drifting back off to sleep.
I woke up feeling even worse than i did this morning. I picked up my phone to see i had a ton of missed calls. I rubbed my eyes attempting to clear my vision up from my previous sleep. Just as my vision cleared i saw all the missed calls had been from the same number. I didn't know who it was but whoever it was, seemed to be pretty desperate to get in touch with me. I decided to call them back, so i quickly slid my finger across the screen and clicked on the unknown number before placing my phone to my ear and waiting as it rang.
"Hello?" I croaked, my voice feeling groggy from my sleep.
"Char? Is that you, are you okay?" I heard a, too familiar, Aussie accent ring through the phone.
"Calum?" I questioned with a small cough - which seemed to happen every time i tried to talk -. "How did you get my number?" I coughed a little and furrowed my eyebrows at him even though he couldn't see me.
"I may have taken it on saturday." He replied, i stayed quiet for a moment until i realised he had taken it when i was asleep. "Now, I said are you okay?" He asked, a lot more stern this time, i nodded but then realised he couldn't see me before i answered.
"I've been better. You?" I replied as i let out a raspy cough.
"I went to the cafe this morning and your friend, whom i still do not know the name of, said you were sick.." He sighed over the line.
"You sound a little rough, are you okay?" I sighed a little, trying to not strain my voice.
"I'm fine Char, just caught a bit of a cold from Ash." He murmured.
"Wait, you're sick too?" I asked.
"Yeah a little i guess.." He replied.
"Why aren't you at home then?" I questioned, thinking it was rather weird for him to go the cafe even though he's sick.
"I wanted to see you." He sighed but seemed to realise what he said and quickly covered it up. "And i mean the boys were all at the studio so i had nothing better to do..." He murmured and i held back a laugh at his poor coverup. I thought for a moment before finally just deciding to ask him.
"Do you want to come over?" I blurted out. "I mean we're both sick anyway, why wallow around being sick and alone all day when we can be sick together right?" I tried to play it off so i didn't sound desperate, but i kind of am. I can't help it, i'm bored as hell, and just want some company.
"I don't know Char... I don't want you-" he cut himself of as he let out a sneeze. "- i don't want to get you even more sick.." He continued but i shook my head, suddenly realising that once again he couldn't see me.
"I'm already sick as it is Cal, just come over. I'm sick and bored, i need company." I said. Now realising that i was begging for his company.
"Char-" i cut him off this time as i began a coughing fit. I couldn't stop coughing so i jumped up out of bed before running to the kitchen."Baby are you okay?" He panicked a little, as i continued to cough and poured myself a glass of water.
"F-fine-" i cut myself off as i began coughing once more, quickly taking a sip of my water, instantly calming me down and stopping me from coughing.
"I'm coming over. Don't move." He said sternly and hung up before i could reply. I released a tiny, barely visible smile as i placed my glass in the sink, before dragging myself back to my bedroom. I began to feel the dizziness wave over me again, so i shuffled my feet a little faster until in finally reached my bed. I slumped into bed and rolled over onto my side, cuddling back into my bed as i waited for his arrival.
I heard a loud banging on the door, and i groaned, now feeling like complete horse poo. I slung my legs over the side of my bed and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around my shoulders. Before standing and walking to the door. I unhinged the lock and pulled the door open. I shot him a small smile, he didn't look noticeably sick but his nose was a little red, and his eyes where kinda puffy.
"Hey." I croaked before i began coughing again, he ushered me back inside before picking me up - unexpectedly - bridal style. I squealed a little in shock as he kicked the front door shut and walked back to my room before placing me in bed. "Cal what are you doing?" I questioned, before the coughing began again.
"No talking. You're not leaving that bed until you're better." He demanded but i shook my head at him.
"Cal really I'm fi-" i began coughing again.
"No you're not. Stay in bed, I'll make you some soup." He ordered and i nodded before realising i didn't have any soup.
"Cal i don't have sou-"
"1. I told you to shush. And 2. I bought a load of food and crappy movies for us to watch." He smiled sheepishly, completely unaware of how adorable he was being at the moment. I smiled a little and nodded as he walked out of my room and to - i presume - the kitchen. I sighed contently before rolling over and shoving my face into my pillow, smiling like a complete and utter fool.
"Here you go." Calum spoke as he awkwardly shuffled back into the room a few minutes later with a tray of food.
"Cal you-"
"Eh. No speaking." He scalded and i nodded as i sat up and leant back against the headboard of my bed. Calum walked over and placed the tray on my lap which had a little bowl of soup on, with a couple pieces of bread, as well as a glass of water and two paracetamol tablets. "Now you take your medicine and I'll be back in a minute." He ordered and i nodded before swallowing the tablets with a gulp of water as he walked out the room. He reentered the room a minute later, just like he had said, with a big plastic bag and a handful of movies.
"I've got Mean Girls, Breakfast At Tiffany's, Batman and Iron Man 3. You pick." He smiled proudly. My eyes widened as a grin formed on my lips. I pointed towards Breakfast At Tiffany's. "This one?" He asked bringing Breakfast At Tiffany's forward as i nodded my head furiously. "I'm guessing you love this film?" He smirked a little and my eyes widened and gave him a 'well duh', look making him release a small laugh.
"Well lets get started baby."
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