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"How are you feeling?" Calum's voice travels through the phone and I stare aimlessly up at the ceiling over my bed where I lie in a cocoon made from my duvet, tissues scattered around me.
"Not too hot at the moment," I tell him. "But I haven't thrown up since Tuesday so I think it's starting to go away."
"Have you had anything to eat?" I can tell by his voice what he's trying to do.
"No, but you don't have to come over," I say. "I look really bad."
"I don't care," he laughs. "I'll be off soon anyway."
"What if you get sick too?"
"It'll be worth it."
"Fine," I give in but I know that he would have come over regardless.
"I'll see you later then."
"Yeah, bye." I manage to pull myself out of bed and pad into the living room where Emma is spread out over the sofa with her eyes glued to the screen of her phone.
"Hey, you're up!" she gushes once she notices me. "You look like shit."
"I feel like shit." I rub at my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt. "Calum's coming over with food."
"I like the two of you together. You've been really happy lately," she says and I sigh.
"I don't know, he's everything I've ever wanted, so I wonder what will come between us."
"Hey, don't talk like that."
"It's true," I state. "I'm going to find something because I have to be this annoying person who overanalyzes everything."
"I think it's different with him."
"I don't want to talk about this," I announce and turn to go into the bathroom. I wash my face and use my scrunchie to pull my hair up into a new ponytail. Once back in my room I throw every used tissue into the bin before crawling back into bed. I try to keep my eyes open but in a matter of minutes I doze off.
"Hey, Scotty." I wake up to the whispering of my name a hand lightly shaking my shoulder. It takes a moment for my eyes to focus on Calum who's hunched down at the side of my bed with an affectionate smile on his lips.
"Hey," I croak out rubbing my eyes to wake myself up. "What time is it?"
"Eight thirty," he informs me. He nudges me so that I scoot over on the bed and he gets under the covers himself.
"You're gonna get sick."
"Already told you it'll be worth it." We sit with our backs against the headboard and he grabs a paper bag from my beside table which I didn't notice until now. "I was thinking of making you chicken soup but you don't eat meat, so I remembered you like quesadillas a lot."
"I could kiss you right now," I say as I pull a to go box out of the bag. He looks at me suggestively and I smile. "No, I'm not getting you sick no matter how worth it you think it is."
"You're no fun," he pouts and watches as I pick a slice up. "They're pesto and feta. Wanted to upgrade them some."
I bite into it and I'm surprised at how much I like it. "It's really good."
"Yeah, they might even put it up on the brunch menu."
"That's great," I beam. "You're really talented with food."
"Thanks," he says and rips a piece of the bread off for himself. "Emma's nice."
"Eh she's all right I guess," I joke. "What if we set her and Luke up?"
"I'm sure he'd like that."
"Do you want to watch a movie?"
"Yeah, sure. What do you wanna watch?"
"I'm feeling Hepburn tonight," I tell him. "Can you grab my laptop over by the dresser?"
"Yeah." Calum goes to get the computer and then returns to the bed to turn it on and go through my movies.
"I regret burning that shirt," I blurt. "It was my favorite to lounge in and it would've been perfect these past couple days."
"Here." Calum pulls his own sweatshirt off over his head leaning him in a black T-shirt and hands it to me. "Luke dumps in a shit ton of softener when it's his turn to wash so it's really comfy."
"Thanks." I pull my shirt over my head leaving me in my sports bra, and then I pull Calum's sweater on and it's heaven. It feels great and smells even better; it smells like him.
When Calum starts the film he pulls me closer to his body and keeps an arm around me, letting me lean into him comfortably. I only get through half of Roman Holiday before I feel myself drift off again, my cheek pressed against Calum's chest as I shut my eyes.
