♡Jirsty Oneshots♡

Fevers And Seizures (ft. Roadtrip)

Jack's POV:
Due to some construction work back at the house, me and Kirsty were staying with the lads at the Roadtrip house. Harper let me have my old room back for me and Kirsty to have some privacy instead of us crashing on the couch. Vogue was staying with Kirsty's Mum for the week, so she was in safe hands. Me and the boys stayed up talking late into the night, Kirsty had already gone up to bed so we were being a bit more quiet than usual. Only a little bit though.

"We've missed having you, Jack. It is weird not seeing our little Irish twat munchkin face everyday." Andy said, hugging me from behind.

"Aww, stop trying to make me blush. I've missed you guys too, but once you live in a house with the love of your life and the most adorable ball of fluff in the world you can't come back." I said, going all soft.

"At least we don't have to share Brooklyn anymore, am I right?" Harper laughed giving me a playful bonk on the shoulder.

"You've been waiting for the day I left since the day we met, Mate. You got the claws into my Brookie when he was in a vulnerable state and I will never forgive you for this." I said dramatically as I ran over to my Brookie Babe and gave him a huge bear hug. We all laughed together as Brook squeezed me back, mid way through laughing I yawned loudly above everyone else in the room.

"I thinks time to hit the beds." I said.

"Or do you mean hit the hay, hay, hay, hay, hay!" Brooklyn giggled, the memories came flooding back to me.

"Alright, I'm going to bed before I start crying. Goodnight lads!" I announced, I said goodnight to everyone and hugged them before I headed back upstairs to my old room. It didn't seem natural to me anymore, it felt weird going to my old room. I've been calling it Harper's room for ages now, it isn't the first time I've been back to the house since I left the band. I slowly opened the door, the light was off and I didn't want to wake up Kirsty. I slowly undressed in the dark, kicking my jeans off onto sofa and putting on my sweatpants.

"J-Jack?" I heard Kirsty whisper from the bed, it took me a bit by surprise. She's normally a heavy sleeper, like me.

"Hi Baby, I thought you were asleep. Is everything okay?" I asked, kneeling down next to the bed and rubbing her leg from on the top of the duvet. She shook her head slowly.

"Don't feel well." She whimpered sadly.

"Aww Sweetheart, what's wrong?" I asked concerned, I always feel bad for Kirsty whenever she's sick.

"My head hurts, my muscles ache and I'm so cold." She said, pulling the duvet up to her chin as she shivered weakly.

"Poor Baby, do you have a fever?" I asked as I felt her forehead with the back of my hand before gently cupping her cheeks.

"You're really warm, Squish. I'm going to get you some medicine, okay?" I told her, she nodded as she curled up under the blanket. I kissed her on the head before making my way to the bathroom. I looked through the medicine cabinet for some paracetamol, I found a box and took out two pills. I looked through the drawers where the thermometer is usually kept but it wasn't there. I filled up a glass with water before taking it back to the bedroom.

"I'm back, Kirsty. Take these, they'll definitely help." I said, I propped the pillows up behind her back and she swallowed the tablets down.

"There you go Bubs, lie back down and I'll tuck you in." I said, she shuffled further down into the mattress and I atucked the duvet into the sides so that she was warm. I laid down beside her and rubbed her side.

"I'll stay right here until you fall asleep. I hope you feel better in the morning, wake me up if you start to feel worse. I love you Baby Squish." I cooed softly, kissing her temple.