youre sick on tour

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y/n pov

"hey gorgeous girl it's time to wake up" connor wakes me up kissing my forehead

i turn away from him.

"babe woah do you feel okay?

"yeah fine why?" i lie and he puts his hand on my forehead.

"babe you're burning up"

well, i'm on tour and i feel like shit. i threw up last night but connor doesn't know that. i cant have him worrying about me while he's at work and connor gets a little too worry full when i'm sick. i took my temperature and it was at about 103°F.

"i'm fine connor"

"take some blankets off you y/n" he says taking two of the three blankets off of me in the tour bus. i whine

"we are gonna stop in a half an hour so get up love" he says kissing me but i turn my head so he kisses my cheek cause i don't want him getting sick

"babe what was that for?"connor says sounding hurt

"nothing sorry" i say walking down the tour bus to go to pee but i stop cause i feel nauseous and sit down on the couch in front

"baby what's going on? you're not acting like yourself y/n" connor says

"i don't feel good" i say tears brimming my eyes partly because i'm in so much pain and partly because now connor is going to worry about me.

"aw i can tell i'm sorry baby. is that why you denied my kiss?" connor says kissing my forehead and sitting next to me on the couch

"yeah sorry i didn't want you to get sick" i say laying my head on his shoulder

"no worries hun just relax here and tell me if you need anything"

"okay" i say drifting off to sleep
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i wake up with my head in connors lap and the tour bus is parked i'm guessing because we stopped.

"good morning baby"

"con-" i start before a wave of nausea hits me and i bolt up to run to the bathroom and throw up.

"aw my poor baby" he says holding my hair back and rubbing my back.

whenever i throw up it upsets me so much that i always end up crying. i never want connor to see me like this and it's completely embarrassing.

"sweetheart don't cry" connor says right before i go back to throwing up

"shawn! can you bring me a wash cloth please?" connor yells outside of the bathroom door

"yeah bro wh-" shawn starts to ask but soon sees

"oh god is she okay?" shawn asks with worry etched across his face

"she's got a high fever and i need to bring it down" connor says wetting the wash cloth and putting it on the back of my neck

"okay baby let's get you in bed" connor helps me up and brush my teeth and leads me to the bunks in the back of the bus. we cuddle up and i fall asleep again

"i just hope she feels better" i hear connor speaking to someone next to the bunk beside me in bed and connor comes over to the bed and kneels down

"hey sleepy head. here i had the guys go across the street and he you some meds. i talked to your mom and she said you usually take this" connor says handing me the medicine.

"we are almost at the venue and i want you to get outside and get some fresh air and sit backstage. i don't want you in here all day okay sweetheart?" connor says feeling my forehead once more.

"okay" i say reaching out for his hand and playing with the promise ring we have for each other.

"i love you" i say

"i love you too y/n" connor says kissing my cheek.

sorry if there's any typos

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