James: You laid in your bed, a blanket covering you even though you were sweating quite a bit. James had gone out to get some ice cream, he'd been gone for a little while now and you just wanted him back. That's when you heard the door slam, then the sounds of footsteps running up the stairs. "I'm back baby!" His voice, quiet but powerful, causing your heart to melt. He past you a tub of ice cream and planted a huge grin on his face.
"What? What are you smiling at?" You spoke, grabbing his arm. He dramatically to the floor, pretending you'd hurt his arm. He started rolling around yelping now and then. You couldn't help but let out a little laugh. You lent over the side of your bed and dragged him up to his knee. You squeezed him tightly and whispered "I love you."
Barclay: "Yodel for me Barcs!" You coughed at Barclay as you tugged on his leg, partially tripping him over, but he didn't fall.
"No!" He screamed for the fourth time.
"Please. I'm sick." You let out another cough.
"Fine then. Only because it's you baby girl!" He smiled, jumping into bed with you. He sat you on his lap, pushed a lose strand of hair behind your hair, placed his hands on your cheeks and began to sing. His peaceful singing soon became more and more upbeat as it turned into a yodel. You begin to smile between coughs as you took one of his hands off of your cheek and held it in yours.
Barclay soon finished up and smiled at you gently. "I love you Y/N"
"I love you too Barcs!" You grinned, resting your head on his shoulder.
Jake: It was yours and Jake's one year anniversary, but you were ill. You were eager to still go out for your meal, but Jake was reluctant.
"You're ill. You can't go anywhere!" He said, holding you in his arms.
"I can Jakey! It's our day. I don't want to ruin it!" You sulked.
"Who said anything about ruining anything little one?" You loved it when he called you that because you truly were his little one. He was small, but you were smaller, which you both seemed to love. "I don't care about any fancy meal. I just want to spend the day with you. You may be ill, but that doesn't make any difference. I love you for you, no red nose or high temperature will change that!"
"Aww Jakey!" You grinned.
"So what pizza topping and ice cream flavour do you want?" He winked.
"What?"
"I'm ordering Domino's!"
Charlie: You were laying on the sofa in your pyjamas using Charlie's lap as a pillow. You were watching your favourite film for the third time this week because it was the only way to cheer you up. The movie came to a quick end and you let out a deep sigh. You lifted your head off Charlie's lap and sat normally on the sofa, allowing him to get up. "Lay back down!" He pouted, brushing his hand through your hair.
"Why?" You mumbled, questioning whether you should or not.
"Because I'm not leaving you until you feel better! Now lay down!" He grinned. You gave in to his demand and rested your head on his lap once again.
"But there's nothing to do on your lap!" You whined.
"There's lots of things baby! We can cuddle and you can fall asleep in my arms while I sing to you." Before I could even answer he started to sing. I couldn't resist but complete the other two things he said.
Reece: "I'm on my way!" Reece shouted over the phone.
"Reece, you're in rehearsals! You can't." I replied.
"Who says that I can't?" He giggled.
"What's going on mate?" I heard what seemed to be Tom in the background.
"She's sick. I have to be with her." He whined.
"Whoa man, no need to be a baby. Go!" Tom laughed.
"Thanks man. I'll be there soon babe!"
You sat back in your bed waiting for him to arrive. After a while you heard the door open and some feet coming up the stairs to your room. He poked his head round your door and let out a huge grin.
"What?" You questioned as he walked in the room. His hands both behind his back like he was hiding something. He then pulled out some flowers, your favourite flowers in fact, and a box of chocolates. He placed them on your bed and jumped in with you, holding you close to him.
Casey: You sat around bored as hell, you couldn't go out and there was nothing to do inside. Casey was away with his band for the weekend. You were on twitter earlier talking to some Stereo Kicks fans, and the fact that you were ill came up. A knock on your door rose through the house, causing a few things to vibrate. You then heard a shout. "If you were a burger in McDonalds, you'd be a McGorgeous" You couldn't help but laugh at Casey's forever used chat up line. You got up and went to open the door to him. "Did you just fart, because you blew me away?" He grinned, stepping inside, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer and closer towards him. "Hey, I'm looking for treasure. Can I look around your chest?" You giggled at him, but it soon turned into a cough. "Oh no. I'm choking. I need mouth to mouth." He winked.
"Enough Casey!" You said, falling about laughing. Once you'd recovered you pulled yourself ino him even more and gave him a huge hug.
Chris: You were Ireland, ill. Chris, your boyfriend, was in London. You were longing to be with him, but what could be done? It was the middle of the week, he had rehearsals. He couldn't fly out and be with you, and you couldn't fly out and be with him, not only risking him from getting ill, but everyone else too. You couldn't be any more miserable if you tried. BANG. BANG. Two loud thuds taking place at your door. You stumbled out of bed, tripping over your feet a number of times as you went along. You opened the door, your eyes were half open, but everything seemed to be a blur to you. You opened the door, even though the person stood before you was a blur, you instantly knew who it was. "Chris!" You shouted, almost forgetting about your sore throat until you let out a cough.
"I heard you were ill and got on the first plane here. And before you worry about rehearsals, it's all sorted!" He grinned, handing you a ticket. "You're coming to London. Then I can see you everyday and yeah-"
"Chris!" You paused, speechless as he planted a kiss on your lips. "If you get ill now, don't blame me" You giggled, running up stairs to pack your bags.
Tom: You were fed up. It was the third day of you being ill. Tom was away with the band for the two days before and you just didn't know what to do. You knew Tom was coming over today, but you didn't know when. "I'm here!" You soon heard Tom, slamming the door behind him. He came running up the stair behind him with some boxes in his hands. "Your choice baby!" He handed the boxes, which appeared to be DVDs.
"That one... Wait, no that one!" You paused "Or that one, or that one. Oh I don't know..." Then you see the bottom choice. "This one! This one! This one! Put it on already!" It was the first film the pair of you ever saw together and since then it's been your favourite film ever since. Tom jumped into bed with you after putting the disc into the player and cuddled up next to you.
I don't even know how many of these repeated eachother... I started writing these two weeks ago and wrote two/three at a time, so I should've read over them, but stupid me didn't. I hope they're okay guys! If you have any more requests then leave me a cheeky comment & I'll see what I can do (I'm doing a Christmas one next)
-Eleanor
