{ youre sick }

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Preference #7: You're Sick.

Luke:

You've been feeling awful all week, and now that the date that Luke has been planning forever is coming up, you might not be able to go. Luke was out, doing whatever he does, while you leaned over the toilet, throwing your guts up.

"Ew." Was all you could say. You flushed the toilet and brushed your teeth, then walked to the room and put on the outfit you planned on wearing, still wanting to go out tonight.

"Baby! I'm home, are you ready?" Luke called up the stairs.

"Yeah, just give me a second." You put in some silver earrings and the walked down the stairs.

"You look stunning, (Y/N)." Luke said as he kissed your cheek. He looked at you for a second, the felt your forehead. "Honey, you're burning up. Go change and lay in bed. Ill be up there in a minute." You obliged, not arguing one bit. You laid in bed, waiting for him. Just moments later, he came in the room with his pajamas and tons of pillows and blankets, along with some movies.

"It's a slumber party for my sickly little (Y/N)." You laughed a little as he got the party 'started'.

Ashton:

Your alarm went off to get up and go to work at promptly 7:30 am. as you sat up to turn it off the whole world went black and you fell back onto the bed, your body feeling like it weight five tons.

"Are you gonna turn that off, babe?" A groggily Ashton mumbled next to you, sitting up a little bit.

"Yeah, just give me a second." Your voice cracked every other word you said, making Ashton sit up quickly.

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" Ashton said, worry spreading in his voice.

"Not really." You huffed, laying back down. You sniffed, your head feeling like someone shoved mushrooms in it. You attempted to get back up, but Ashton lightly pushed your shoulder and laid you back on to the bed.

"Oh no, missy," He said, "You're not going anywhere today. You're gonna stay right there and not move a muscle because today, I'm gonna stay home and take care of my little sickly baby." He tapped your nose at the end, making you laugh, which soon turned into a cough.

Michael:

You had been lying in bed since yesterday with a fever of 104.3 and you refused to go to the hospital, even though Michael had said to many times. Being the stubborn person you are, you never went to the hospital unless you were seriously sick.

And the one time you're seriously sick, Michael isn't home to take you to the hospital. You reached out your hand and grabbed your phone, dialing his number. Of course, the freak didn't answer his phone when you really did need him. So you called your best friend, Ashley. she picked up on the second ring.

"What's up, (Y/N)?" She said all happily.

"Ashley, I need you to take me to the h-hospital."

"I'll be right over." No questions asked, and Ashley hung up. You laid there for about five to ten more minute before Ashley came in and helped you out to the car.

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Michael rushed into the hospital, out of breath. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)." He heaved out. The reseptionest pointed down the hallway and then pointed to the lelft, all without looking up from her paperwork, which she was working on. He ran even faster down that hallway than he did into the hospital. Finally, he ended up at your door and opened it, seeing that you were sleeping.

He sat down in a chair that was next to your bed and held your hand, while his other hand brushed off the hair that was over your face. "This is why you listen to me when I say you need to go to the hospital, dummy." Michael laughed quietly to himself.

Calum:

Morning sickness hile you were pregnant was the absolute worth thing about the whole pregnancy, besides getting really big and not being able to fit into any of your clothes anymore. You leaned over the trash can again and threw up, getting a sick taste in your mouth.

"Ugh. I hate being pregnant, Calum." You whined to him. He laughed and placed a hand on your growing stomach. His thumb rubbed small circles on it, then he planted a kiss on your lips.

"It may suck right now, but it will all be worth it in the end. I promise, baby." He said to you. You smiled, thinking about the baby that was soon gonna be yours.

And the thought was fantastic.

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