RoadTrip oneshots: reader

| Jack | Tissues |

Sunlight streamed through the thin gap in the curtains, warming my arm that was stretched out in front of me. I opened my eyes, squinting slightly and glanced around. I saw my phone on the table at the edge of the bed and reached forwards to grab it. As I tried to move, the arm around my waist tightened, holding me closer to its owner as he groaned softly behind me.

"Jack, I need my phone." I croaked out.

"5 more minutes, please." He mumbled, his voice rough and his Irish accent thickened by the tiredness in his voice.

I sighed and allowed my self to be pulled back into his arms, his chest flush against my back.

"Woah." He whispered, propping himself up on one arm. "You're really hot"

"Erm, thanks I guess?" I laughed softly, looking up into his beautiful green eyes, filled with concern.

"No I mean like your red hot, you feel like you're burning up." He says, placing the back of his hand on my forehead. "Do you feel hot?"

"To be honest, I feel a bit cold but I'm sure it's nothing." I respond, moving his hand and lancing his fingers with mine.

"I just want to make sure you're okay beautiful, I don't want you getting ill." He whispers against my hand as he kisses it softly, his stubble rough compared to the soft, delicate movements of his lips.

"Aw you're so sweet but I feel fine honestly, you don't need to worry about me." I smile. "But, I wouldn't mind a kiss."

"Mmm I'll see what I can do." He says leaning in.

Gently, he presses his lips against mine for just a fraction of a second before pulling away again.

"Jack." I groan out as he just chuckles.

"Aw I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you." He says leaning in once again, this time keeping his lips against mine.

~

Turns out Jack was right. Five hours later I was sat on the sofa, nose blocked and throat itching. One second I was freezing cold and the next I had sweat dripping off me. My joints were stiff and my muscles ached. After a particularly violent sneeze, I hear the door unlock.

"Jack?" I croaked out with the little ounce of voice I could muster.

"I'm here baby." He says, walking in with two bags, placing them on the counter in the kitchen. He begins to sort the shopping out, taking out an array of different items. I sit and watch, too tired to move to help and too enchanted by his beauty to turn my attention back to the TV.

I laughed quietly to myself, an adorable look of confusion now spread across his face as he tried to remember which drawer to put the ice cream in. He looks up at me a shy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"You could at least give me a hint." He says, knowing I can't say no to him when he looks at me like that.

"The second draw down." I try to say but it doesn't come out as anything more than a whisper.

He pulls the draw open, putting the ice cream in and pushing it shut, closing the door. I feel a small tickle in my throat. I let out a small cough, only aggravating it, causing me to cough more. My head begins to pound and face heat up from the force, my throat burning raw.

"Here." Jack says, handing me a glass of water. I take a sip, the coldness soothing my throat. He sits next to me, a hand rubbing my back under my shirt. I lean into him sighing.

"Thanks." I whisper.

"It's fine." I try to move my arms to hug him but fail, the dull weight of them being too much. I sigh, frustrated I can't do something as simple as give my boyfriend a hug due to this stupid cold.