A S H T O N
You knew Ashton wasn't feeling well when he rolled out of bed at three in the morning and made his way into the bathroom. When he came back, you placed your hand instantly on his forehead.
"Baby, you're burning up." You whisper to him, placing a gentle kiss to where your hand had just rested.
"I feel like shit." Ashton coughed out. You pulled him in to rest his head in the crook of your neck while you rubbed his back soothingly. You hummed softly. Ashton tried pushing you away.
"I don't want you to get sick." He started coughing again as he got up to get back into the bathroom. You sat up in bed and followed him into the bathroom. You hated seeing him feeling like this. His head rested on the toilet, waiting for the next wave of nausea to hit him. You walked over to smooth his hair behind his head.
"Babe.." Ashton protested.
"Don't 'babe' me, let me take care of you." You said, holding his hair as his head dove back into the toilet.
"I'm gonna go get you some meds, okay?" You asked, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his temple. Ashton nodded his head, giving in to your request to take care of him.
C A L U M
Calum walked into the kitchen, looking awfully sick and pale.
"Are you feeling okay?" You asked, walking over to the kitchen table where he'd sat down, his head in his hands.
"I have a headache." Calum whispered. You rested the back of your hand against his cheek and then his forehead.
"Babe, I think you're getting sick." You gave Calum a sympathetic look, which he didn't return.
"You're gonna have to call the guys and tell them you can't make rehearsal today or tomorrow probably." You suggested, handing the phone over to Calum after you'd dialed Luke's number.
"No, I can't let them down!" Calum sighed. You just looked at Calum until he held the phone up to his ear and told Luke what was going on. "Sorry, man." Calum finished, hanging up the phone.
"They need you well." You smiled, taking a seat on Calum's lap. He rested his aching head on your chest.
"It's okay to miss a couple days to get well." You pressed a kiss to Calum's head.
"Go lie down and I'll make you some tea." You offered, letting Calum get up and make his way back to the bedroom he'd just come from.
L U K E
You set down the tray of soup and toast in front of your very sick boyfriend. You handed him a glass of water along with a couple of acetaminophen to help break his fever up.
"Y/n, I hate being sick." Luke complained through a stuffy nose and sore throat. You smiled at his funny voice.
"I know you do, sweetheart, but just let Dr. Y/n take care of you and you'll be back to your old self in no time." Luke downed the medicine quickly, pausing as his head came back to level. You knew he was a little dizzy from laying down nearly all week long, so he was trying to regain his balance again. He looked at the soup you'd set in front of him.
"I don't want to eat." Luke whined as you picked up the bowl of soup, stirring it with the spoon.
"You have to." You said, handing the bowl to him. He stared at it, glaring directly at the liquid in front of him.
"Luke, eat." You scolded, standing up from the couch to head back into the kitchen.
"I'll get Michael over here to feed you if you don't." You threatened. Luke scoffed, rolling his eyes, not actually believing you would do such a thing. You grabbed your phone and started dialing Michael's number, which quickly prompted Luke to start eating his soup.
M I C H A E L
"Babe!" Michael whined from the bedroom. He'd woken up sick this morning and called the band to say he wasn't coming. "Y/n!" Michael whined again. You were taking a shower when you heard Michael calling for you. You quickly rushed to finish washing the shampoo out of your hair and throw a towel over your body to get back to the bedroom.
"Michael, what?" You asked.
"I'm sick." Michael complained, turning onto his side and flailing his arms out dramatically.
"I hate being sick." You rolled your eyes and walked over to the side of the bed. Michael looked over at you, and a smile quickly spread across his face seeing you in only a towel.
"No, you're sick, act like you're sick." You laughed, tightening the towel around your body.
"I really think a strip tease would make me feel better." Michael suggested.
"How about a kiss?" You offered.
"How about you let me watch you get dressed?" Michael countered.
"How about a kiss?" You said again. Finally, Michael gave in and you leaned over to press your lips to his sick ones. It wasn't a week later before you were lying sick in bed from that one interaction that you'd had with Michael.
