Why Don't We Imagines

Jonah Marais - He's Sick

"Where's Jonah?" You asked your boyfriends band mates. The tour bus was currently in New York and you had just gotten back from a massive shopping spree with Christina.

"He's playing video games back there." Zach pointed. You thanked him and headed towards the back of the bus.

"Babe?" You knocked on the door, it slowly slid open, revealing a blanket covered Jonah.

"Oh Jonah." You sighed. His nose was red and he was sniffling. There were tissues everywhere, which you began to throw into the trash can.

"You don't have to do that you know? There's a lot of my germs." He said, slightly grossed out.

"You'll spread even more germs by throwing the tissues everywhere. Did you take some medicine?" You asked him.

"If I say no, will you be mad?" He looked at you with puppy eyes.

"Babe I know it's gross, but when medicine tastes disgusting, it usually makes you feel better. Now please, just take some. You can't go on stage tomorrow if you're still like this." You sighed.

"Okay." He gave in. You poured some medicine on the spoon and gave it to him like a baby.

"You're always looking after me." He timidly smiled.

"I made a promise to myself and momma Marais that I would. Do you want something to eat?" You asked and he shook his head.

"Cuddles?" He suggested.

"As much as I wanna cuddle up with your cute face, I'm not risking getting sick." He frowned so you sat beside him.

"I'ma just chill here then." Jonah adjusted himself so his head was now perched on your lap.

"I take it you're gonna stay here for the rest of the night?" You asked.

"The boys didn't really wanna come near me so yeah." He laughed. Of course there was no way you were leaving your sick boyfriend in the back of the bus on his own all night, so you made yourself comfortable.

"Thank-you for looking after me." He quickly got up and kissed your cheek.

"I swear to god if you get me sick." You warned.

"Hey, you love me." He mumbled.

"That, I do."