Ryes POV
I slowly walked up the stairs with a full bowl of soup in my hands, careful not to spill any as Andy needed every drop to get better.
I carefully knocked on his door, wait for his fragile 'Come in.' Before entering. Andy lay in his bed, he looked terrible as his hair stuck to his forehead and his cheeks flushed bright red. I had almost completely covered him under a mountain of blankets and yet he still shivered as if he were freezing.
As I approached his bed I noticed how small and delicate he looked. As if he could crumble before my very eyes.
'Andy, I got you some soup.' I said slowly, he turned his watery eyes towards me and gave me a small broken smile.
I hated seeing him like this, especially when he's usually so full of happiness and charm. I told him to sit up so that he could have some soup but as I watched him struggle to pull himself up I became clear the he would need me to help him.
Andy hasn't left his bed all day, and I'd been forced to leave him earlier to record vocals, I tried to protest but the boys all insisted. I usually disliked our time apart but this time I hated it, I'm sure the vocals I recorded were terrible but no one asked me about it. As soon as my vocals were over I raced upstairs to check on him and found him shivering white tears streaming down his face.
As I spoon-fed him his food I told him how terrible my day had been without him, which brought another weak smile to his little face.
The soup seemed to help Andy as by the time it had finished he'd regained some of his natural color, shivered less and even began talking and making jokes.
Resting the now empty bowl on his side table I squeezed Andy's hand more for my security then his, him being sick brought my true feelings to light I'd known I liked him and we'd been dating for weeks now, but this past day reassured me that I loved him, and needed him and I was going to tell him.
'Andy,' I said calling his attention and grasping both of his hands in mine ' I love you' and as the words left my mouth I knew it was the truest thing I'd ever said.
His watery eyes filled with even more tears which threatened to spill at any moment his mouth was slightly open as if he didn't expect me to love him.
'I love you.' I repeated and as I did his eyes lit up as if the words made his heart sing.
'I love you too' he whispered as the tears finally spilled over onto his cheeks. I wiped Andy's tears as he smiled through them, with a massive smile of my own on my face.
I went to kiss him but he stopped me,'you'll get sick too.' His consideration and care for my wellbeing made my heart swell, he's the best thing that ever happened to me.
'I don't care.' I whispered staring into his beautiful blue eyes, I said carefully pulling his chin to me and kissing his lips with a feather light touch. I couldn't believe I'd won him, the best boy anyone could ever have.
We spent the rest of the day trading kisses and I love yous Andy's illness temporarily forgotten and when tomorrow came it was apparent that he had made a full recovery.
Unfortunately I couldn't say the same : I was too cold and my nose ran and my cheeks flushed but I didn't regret yesterday's actions, not one bit, and then I got to have the love of my life take care of me.
