ᒪᗩᔕᕼTOᑎ)(Oᑎᗴ ᔕᕼOTᔕ

Sick

I was currently curled up in the corner of the couch, my scorching body covered by a fluffy blanket even though I had goosebumps running up my arms.

My older brother Michael was sat across from me also on the couch scrolling through Twitter. He was waiting for his best friend Ashton to come round to hangout or whatever. No one knew that I had a massive crush on Ashton and I planned to keep it that way.

As you could probably tell from my flushed cheeks, I had a fever and wasn't feeling well. However, Michael wasn't paying attention to that at the moment and pushed me harshly, catching me off guard.

Now dazedly sat on the floor, trying to focus on the teen that had just attacked me I blinked rapidly trying to halt the room from spinning. Finally as it did Michael started to bark orders at me.

"Luke stop being such a pussy and get up
you're fine" he remarked with an eye roll, giving me a look when the doorbell rang.

Not wanting to annoy Michael and embarrass myself in front of my crush, I sighed and trudged upstairs flinging an outfit together not really bothering even though Ashton was here.

I tiredly flopped onto my bed and closed my eyes, the refreshing breeze from the open window soothing my pounding headache.

Hearing muffled laughter, I concluded it was from the two eighteen year olds that resided downstairs. I was sixteen so two years younger than Ash and Mikey. Pulling my wavy hair into a loose man-bun, I made sweater paws with my hoodie and readjusted my jeans over my fluffy socks.

Looking in the mirror and seeing my pasty reflection stare back, I groaned smacking the palm of my hand into my forehead in an attempt to stop my head, feeling like a jackhammer was ramming into my skull.

"LUKE!" Michael shouted from downstairs

Cringing at the volume of his voice, I clutched my head as I walked down the stairs. Holding the railing with a death grip, I walked into the living room.

"Get me and Ash a drink?" The natural blond asked Ashton offering me a smile

I returned the gesture before snapping at my older brother.

"Last time I checked you have legs so go and fucking get them yourself"

"Jesus what crawled ups your ass and died?" He snarked back standing up and going to the kitchen.

"You okay Luke? You look really pale" Ashton said as I slumped opposite him on the couch.

"Mmm" I hummed closing my eyes, the darkness easing my headache slightly.

Hearing Michael stomp back in the room, I sighed, wriggling to get comfy.

"Luke?" The blue haired teen asked

"What?" I groaned not opening my eyes.

"Can you go get me the crisps-

"Whatever" I said cutting him off and abruptly standing up.

Quickly realising my mistake as the room once again started to spin and my head started pounding, I clutched my forehead staying completely still.

"Lu are you good?" Ashton asked concerned approaching me

He pulled me back to the sofa and sat me back down. Once my vision had re-focused, I thanked the brunette.

"Can you stand?" Ashton asked as my face had just gone ghostly white and my hands were shaking.

I nodded slowly attempting to pull myself to my feet. As soon as I got myself upright, my knees buckled beneath me.

My vision went blurry - worse than before as I tried to grab the wall or anything really to stop myself from falling.

Luckily, Ashton caught me before I banged my head on the corner of the coffee table, before he once again helped me sit down.

"S-sorry" I stuttered

"I-

"It's okay" Ashton said softly

He slipped a hand under my lanky legs and another behind my back and slowly lifted me from the seat.

"It's okay I've got you" he reassured me as Michael said

"Sorry Lukey, I guess you really were sick" he said kissing my forehead before putting Netflix on the TV.

"S'okay" I rasped cuddling into Ashton's body warmth.

When I opened my eyes again I was laid on my bed with my penguin onesie on, Ashton sat next to me in the dark.

Soon feeling my headache return with a vengeance, I groaned, alerting Ashton that I was awake.

"What tim-

I started to ask before the older boy shushed me and gently cradled my head in his lap. Gently, he started to massage my temples, dragging his fingers down, realising the tension in my head.

"It's eleven at night, Mikey went to bed and I'm stopping the night. I don't mind doing this for you and it's not a bother, and I know about your crush on me and it's fine because I like you too" he said running his long fingers through my hair.

"Did that answer your questions sweetheart?"

Blushing at the nickname I shyly nodded as Ashton pulled the covers over us and pulled me into an embrace.

"Go out with me?" He asked quietly before pecking my nose.

"I thought you'd never ask" I replied kissing him on the lips before closing my eyes, suddenly feeling much better.