Your P.O.V.
I was sleeping peacefully when all of a sudden my phone started blasting "Thinking Out Loud".
"And darling I will be loving you til we're 70," blared throughout my bedroom in my apartment.
I picked it up and saw someone was calling. I answered it so it didn't wake my friend, who shares the apartment with me.
Y: y/n L: Luke
Y: Hello?
L: Y/n.
Y: Who's this?"
L: Luke. Can you come over and watch everything while we go to an early morning concert?
Y: Sure. You want me to bring y/b/f/n?
L: Um no. I kind of want your full attention on our stuff.
I stuck out my tongue and mocked Luke.
L: I know you y/n, stop sticking your tongue out.
I giggled.
L: Need I remind you that we got robbed and Calum had to buy a new guitar?
I mocked him again.
L: Stop I'm serious, now get your ass over here. And no bringing y/b/f/n!
He hung up so you dropped your phone and got ready. I threw on some sweatpants and a hoodie since all I was doing was housesitting. I then put on matching UGGS that went with the hoodie.
I grabbed my keys and silently left the house. I got in my car and drove for about 30 minutes up to their mansion. Their car was already gone so I knew the boys had left. I unlocked the door with the spare key Ashton had given me.
What to do? I laid down on the couch and closed my eyes, being tired.
"ASHOO! ASHOO! ASHOO!"
I jolted awake from my freaking five minute nap. My heart was beating with fear. If the boys are gone how come I hear Ashton's sneezing? I gotta lay off the chocolates.
I heard footsteps on the stairs so I walked over to see Ashton, who was wearing his glasses and looking like Klark Kent, coming down the stairs.
His hair was adorably messy and his cheeks were red. He whimpered with each step he took.
"Aww are you sick?"
He nodded and walked down a couple more stairs. I put my arms out and he walked down into my arms, hugging me. We broke apart and he tiredly walked over to the couch.
"I'm sorry baby," I told him.
"It's not your fault I'm sick."
"How'd you get sick?"
"Take a wild guess," he said and then coughed into the crook of his arm.
"Michael."
"He had the flu last week."
"Aww I'm sorry."
"It's ok, all I knew when I woke up was that my throat was sore and I was coughing and sneezing."
"Is your throat still sore?"
He nodded and then brought his hands up to his face.
"ASHOO! ASHOO! ASHOO! ASHOO! ASHOO!!"
"Goodness. Would you like some tissues?"
"Yes please. HuhASHOO! HuhASHOO! ASHOO! HIH'ASHOO!"
I got a box and threw it at him.
