Chase Imagines

Shannon's Imagine - Sick Visit

"Shannon, Chase is here to see you!" my mother shouts from the stairwell.

"Tell him to leave!" My voice strains. Chase and I had made an agreement. He cannot visit me while I'm either PMSing or when I'm sick. That's my time to be able to look like complete crap and not worry about him seeing me. So me laying in bed with fever of 103° and my everything is basically congested, was rather angry to hear that he came. My hair was in a blonde matted ball if a mess, my breathe reeked bronchitis, and I had to constantly wipe my runny nose with Kleenex every five seconds. Not to mention my rooms horrid state. Used tissues scattered about and it probably smelled like mucus and vegetable broth in here.

"Babe," the ginger pouts while emerging through my door.

I don't hesitate throwing my pillow at him, the one that wasn't marked with the stench of drool.

I'm sick, okay? Don't judge me.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"Are you blind? I'm sick and you're here!" I throw a stuffed animal this time directly at his face. Surprisingly he caught it in one hand as he walks deeper into my room of disease.

"What's wrong with that?" 

"Chase we had an agreement!" My voice cracks causing Chase to rush to my bed side.

"Shannon, it would be wrong of me to leave you here all sick and alone."

I look at the ginger knelt down beside my bed. His eyes were glossy even in my poorly lit bedroom. I had lights off so the only source of light was the flickering fuzzy light of my TV. I noticed he had on a pair of dark gray sweatpants. When he wore sweats it simply made me weak. It was as if I was under a spell and I would obeyed by his command, and I'm pretty sure he knew that too.

"Chase but I'm contagious," I warn as he kicks off his shoes before climbing into my bed. Every time I spoke my voice would crack more and I would realize how grossly congested I sounded. But for whatever reason, he didn't seem to mind.

"So? I don't care," he stuck out his tongue at me.

He pulled the covers around himself, getting comfortable besides me. He leaned his back against my bed frame and invited me to get closer to him. I inched over towards him slowly.

"Infect me with your sickness, I dare you." He chuckles before he wraps both his arms around me. I tried not to laugh to hard because it hurt my chest when I laughed. His lips pressed softly against my slightly sweaty, feverish forehead. I rested my head lightly on his chest, relaxing into his as the sound of his calm and steady heart beat tapped lightly against my ear drum.

"I love you Shannon," He whispered softly.

"I love you too Chase," I breathed into his chest.

We both drifted off to sleep as the movie on my TV played quietly.