It was the third time this week. You were crying in your living room under blankets with piles of tissues. You just felt sick. Ill. Tired. Just, done.
"Ugh!" You yelled to yourself. You put your head under a blanket and continued to hurt from your awful headache.
"Hey. Y/N?" You heard your best friend Peter call. You stayed silent, even talking hurt your head.
"I have food and (your favourite film)." He said teasingly.
You took your head out fo the covers and said, "I feel awful." Your eyes started to water from the pulsing headache you were experiencing.
"Aw, hey, you want some tea?" Peter offered sweetly.
"P-please." Words could explain how sick you felt.
After Peter had made you tea, he sat down next to you, you held up the blanket for him to sit under. You rested your head on his shoulder after taking a sip of tea and let another tear fall.
"I'm sorry you feel sick love. If you need or want anything, I'm here for you okay? I love you." He gently kissed your forehead.
"I love you too."
AN//sorry it's short and it sucks I wrote this when I had a awful headache🤕 x
Thank you so much for 17K reads! Awkward mark to celebrate but this is so huge thank you guys, I never thought this book would make it far let alone this far thank you.
Reminder//When I say Peter Parker or Tom Holland, it basically means these stories could apply to both people so yeah :)
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