Ian (Charles) Dickinson Imagines

Lovely

You we're sick with the flu, and your boyfriend Ian just HAD to come over and take care of you. He ignored you when you told him not to come over because you didn't want him to get sick.

You we're laying in bed, with sweat pants and a hoodie on, with the covers thrown across the room.

You heard a knock and then Ian's voice.

"Babe?" He called walking in and sitting on your bed.

"If you get sick I don't want to hear you complain" you said as soon as he sat down.

"Hello to you too"

"Hi" you said.

"I brought a movie" he said holding up the movie.

"I don't want to watch a movie. Let's just lay here" you said

He shrugged and jumed in bed beside you, pulling you into his arms.

"I feel like shit and look like shit" you said against his chest.

"You look lovely" He said.

"What?" You laughed.

"You look beautiful"

"Um, no I don't. I haven't brushed my hair, and I'm pretty sure that's last night's supper" you said pointing to a brown stain on your grey hoodie.

"You look beautiful all the time"