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coddling and colds

gabe gets sick and william takes care of him ❤️

william's pov

"Willllliaaaaam!" I hear Gabe yell rather annoyingly from the bathroom.

"What do you want?"

"Come here!" He shouts at me again, and I put my phone down with a loud thump on the coffee table.

I stomp over to the door and open it.

"Ah! Gabe!" I yelp, shielding my eyes. He has no fucking clothes on.

Why am I surprised? He walks around our apartment all the time in his underwear like I'm not even there.

"Whoops," I hear Gabe shuffle around and grab a towel.

I open my eyes again once there's a towel around his waist. From the looks of it, he just got out of the shower 'cause there's water dripping down his toned chest and his hair is soggy. He kind of looks hot, actually.

What am I thinking?

"What the hell do you want, Gabe, I'm busy."

"Busy with what?"

"Texting."

"Who?"

"It doesn't matter!"

"Fine. Can you brush my hair for me? I have a cold and I feel terrible."

I sigh very heavily, hoping that he notices my extreme annoyance. He's such a baby sometimes.

"You're like, 26. Gabe, brush it yourself,"

"I said I don't feel good and I don't have the energy, you know how knotted it gets after I shower, so please?" He begs, giving me puppy eyes and bouncing a little.

His eyes are too irresistible to say no.

"I guess, turn around." I give in because I just can't resist him, and he does so immediately.

"How'd you even get sick?" I ask, reaching for his hair shit on the counter, squirting some in my hand. For being a care-free person, he cares about his hair a lot.

"Dunno. But ever since Alicia and I broke up, I have no one to care for me when I'm-"

He sneezes, and I flinch. I hate germs.

"-I'm sick,"

"Really Gabe? You forced her to care for you?"

"I didn't force her to, she just did and it was sort of nice.."

Whatever. If he likes being coddled then good for him.

"Why'd you two even break up?" I ask, and he doesn't answer. He hasn't talked about Alicia til' now. The last time he did was like, a week ago.

I shrug, lifting my hand to his hair and rubbing his gay Pantene shit in.

He makes a soft mewling sound, and it causes me to shiver. I don't know why it's making me feel so..

"Well she um- I..I don't know."

"Are you sure?" I ask, reaching for the brush on the counter.

"Uh, no."

I start to brush through his hair, confused.

"What?" I question, pulling the brush through a tight knot.

Suddenly, he turns around to face me and I yank the brush back.

"She broke up with me because of you."