5SOS Preferences

You're Sick

Preference from lukeboulevard (tumblr)

Ashton: 

Ashton comes home from the studio one day and immediately knows something’s up when you’re not in your usual spot on the couch doing homework. He creeps up the stairs and quietly opens the door to find you fast asleep, an overflowing can of used tissues by your side. Remembering that you were coughing a bit last night, he figures that some soup would be a nice thing for you to wake up to. But, being the super thoughtful boy that he is, Ashton decides that it would be even better if the soup was homemade, so he goes out to the store to get the ingredients he doesn’t already have. By the time you wake up, the aroma of the fresh chicken soup is wafting through the vents, and you smile when you find Ashton at the stove, stirring his creation. “Hey babe. How’re you feeling?” he asks sweetly, gingerly wrapping his free arm around your waist as he continues to to mix the soup. “Okay, a lot better now that you’re home though” you say, your voice still hoarse. “The soup smells really good, Ash. When did you learn how to make it?” you ask as he pours it into two bowls and brings them to the table. “Uh..” he squints his eyes at the clock above the stove, “…about two and a half hours ago”. You both giggle and he gives you a kiss on the head before letting you finish your soup.

Calum:

You wake up with the sun shining in your eyes and the worst shooting pain in your head. Throwing yourself back into the pillows, you groan at the pain and this seems to wake Calum, who is resting peacefully beside you, up. The pain seems to come in waves, and with each one it seems to intensify, leaving you moaning more than the last time. You feel Calum’s hand on your lower back and he leans over to whisper to you. “Y/N, are you alright?” You don’t even bother picking up your head. One more moan and he knew that you were not feeling too hot. You hear Calum leave the room and come back a minute later. “Babe,” he whispers, climbing back into bed, “I have something for you”. Carefully helping you turn to face him, Calum rubs your back once more before holding up some Advil and i wet towel to lay across your head. You smile when you see this, and you immediately cringe again as the pain returns. “Aw, baby. Here” Calum says gently, laying the cloth over your eyes after you take the medicine. You feel the bed shift as he moves closer to you so that his body takes the form of yours. “I’ll stay here with you all day until you feel better.”

Michael:

Your eyes shoot open and flashbacks from last night run through your mind. Staying home all day didn’t seem to help whatever it is that you have, and now it seems like tonight will be another repeat. You try to pry Michael’s arm off from your waist without triggering your stomach. He stirs a bit and it takes a few seconds for him to register what’s going. Seeing you race to the bathroom brings him to full consciousness. Ripping off the covers, he follows close behind you, holding your hair and rubbing your back as you heave out clear fluid into the toilet. When you’re finished and had cleaned up, you groan, carefully lowering yourself back into bed. Michael returns and covers you with the sheets before covering himself. “I’m so sick of this Michael. I feel so gross, and I really hate you having to see me like that” you say, turning away so that Michael wouldn’t get sick too. To your surprise, he pulls you closer to him so that his chest is pressed against your back. “Babe, I love you, do you think I’m grossed out by that? I wouldn’t leave you here alone, Y/N. I just want to help you get healthy again.”

A/N: i know that i switched pov for lukes but idc really

Luke:

I hear the front door shut and Luke bound up the stairs. After a long day at school with a bad cold, I’m hoping that he’s not hyper as he sometimes is from being in the studio all day. The door flings open and Luke stumbles through the doorway. “Hey babe” he nearly shouts, tossing his bags on the floor and jumping onto the bed, almost on top of me. I swear sometimes he’s just like a puppy. Luke places a wet kiss near my eye. “How was your day?” he asks, not moving from his position on top of me, obviously expecting me to kiss him back. “It was okay, Luke, I’m just-” I turn over on my side and Luke kisses my ear this time. “Luke, I’m not feeling well. Please calm down” I say and he backs off. He kneels and I’m facing away from him, burying my face in the pillows as I cough once again. After a few moments of silence, Luke speaks up. “I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t know you weren’t feeling well”. I turn over to face him, still holding the blankets up to my chin. “It’s alright Luke. Trust me, if I didn’t feel like shit right now I would give in, but I do. You can go downstairs and watch tv or whatever, I’m no fun when I’m sick”. I turn over again, expecting Luke to leave, but he tucks his long legs into the covers instead. Once again, I turn over to face him. “Luke, you don’t have to be here. I’ll probably just be sleeping” I say, my voice hoarse. “That’s fine, Y/N. I just want to take care of you” Luke responds, snuggling his nose into the crook of my neck. I laugh and push him away. “Luke, you’re gonna get sick if you keep that up”. He thinks for a minute and decides that I’m right. “That’s true, babe. Then who would be there to take care of you?”