Roadtrip Oneshots

Rykey, Headaches

This was requested a while ago, so here it finally is!! I hope you enjoyed it! Xx ❤️❤️

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Rye

They honestly sucked.
Partly because they hurt.
Partly because I could never anticipate how much they would hurt, or if they were going to hurt at all.
For example, there had been some days where the pain was non-existent, but then there were others where I physically couldn't move because my head would start pounding.

Luckily I had an amazing boyfriend who knew, somehow, how to deal with me each time.

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Waking up I could already tell that I would have a headache by later. Not a huge one, just a minor one. How could I tell? Because I was feeling sluggish and achy all over, a sure sign that my headache would return within the next hour or so.

I groaned softly and buried myself back under the covers. Even if it was a minor headache... There was still a chance that it could develop into a major one.

I didn't want to get up, but I knew I had to. It was studio today. I knew I was fine at the minute, maybe a bit slow, but there was no guarantees for later on.
Oh well.
I'll just have to find out.

With another tired groan I threw my covers off me, a jaw popping yawn catching me off guard. I wiped the sleep away from my eyes as I sat up, just taking five minutes to properly wake up. There was fog in front of my eyes, and so I blinked harshly to get rid of it, hating how sluggish I felt.

I didn't even notice Mikey slowly opening my door.

"Rye?" He asked, and I jumped slightly when I saw him. But I smiled when I realised who it was.

"Hey." I softly responded, not being able to bring myself to stand up and greet him.

I think that's when he realised.

My boyfriend closed the door behind him and took a seat beside me. He wrapped and arm around my shoulders and pulled me in to his side, giving me a gentle squeeze.

"What's up babe? Have you got another headache?" He pressed his lips to my head, his voice just above a whisper.

I burried my face into the crook of his neck, holding onto his t-shirt with a trembling hand.

"Not yet."

"Awww Rye I'm sorry... I honestly hate this, because I can never to do anything to help you." Mikey whispered into my hair. I just nuzzled in further, closing my eyes, smiling when I heard him chuckle.

"You're doing plenty Mikey... I love you." I sighed into him.

The fog was slowly fading when I pulled away, and I smiled at him weakly.

"I love you too Rye. If it gets any worse please tell me?" He asked, the question clearly showing on his face. My smile widened. Mikey was never one to hide how he was feeling... he was an open book. The complete opposite of me I guess; a fact that Andy found hilarious, though we all knew he secretly found it cute.

"I will... but I think you'll probably be able to tell though." I playfully joked, standing up slowly, stretching.

"Yeah, something like that... I'll wait for you in the other room alright? I still need to marshal the rest of the troops." He chuckled at his own joke. I shook my head with a fond smile, before kissing his lips.