a/n: i'm sick so i thought this would be a good idea. also sorry i don't update much anymore, school is busy
you wake up with the worst throat pain. "dom." you say in a raspy whisper, shaking your boyfriend. "what's up, my love?" he groggily asks. "i think i'm getting sick." you say, your voice barely existant. "yes, y/n. ya are and it's bad." he sighs. he gets out of bed and picks up his phone. "what are you doing?" you ask. "i'm calling adam and mikey and telling them i can't get to the studio today. and, love, in the kindest way possible, shut the fuck up. we don't want ya to lose ya voice even more." he slightly smiles. "but..." you start. "no! no buts!" he says, walking out of the bedroom, putting his phone up to his ear. he comes back a little bit later with tea in his hand. "it's got honey and lemon to soothe ya throat." he passes you the black cup. "thank you." you whisper. "oi! what did i tell ya?" he says, laying back in bed with you. you sigh. he turns on the television and puts on netflix, picking Atypical. a show you both love and have watched at least one-hundred times. his arm slips behind your head. you finish your tea and muzzle up to dom. "i love you." you whisper. "i love ya." dom pecks your forehead. you slowly drift off to sleep, a smile on your face, feeling your thoughts melt away, your boyfriend's arm around you and his body close.
a/n: HIIII!! i'm back kind of, i'm running out of inspiration, but i still love dom and this book. i'll try to post more regularly, but i can't promise anything 🖤🖤🖤
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YUNGBLUD Imagines {COMPLETED}
RandomOkay, so... This is an imagines book about Dominic Harrison. I'll write anything from fluff to trigger. Most imagines will be in y/n format unless someone requests otherwise. If a warning is needed at the beginning of the part, then it will be there...
