Mena Massoud Imagines

Imagine 4 - Seriously? (1)

You and Mena had recently bought a house together. You absolutely loved living with him, you both were having so much fun being with each other. Mena usually wakes up first in the morning to get to the set early, lately you have been feeling really dizzy at the most random times which has been really starting to annoy you.
Normally you slept really well hardly ever having a problem sleeping but lately your head had been spinning waking up at the most random times. You rolled over and reached for your phone on the nightstand checking the time - 4:38am. You couldn't believe it, this is rare but you couldn't put up with the pain anymore so you quietly make your way down the stairs using your phone torch as the source of light doing your best to keep Mena asleep. Once you get to the kitchen you try and find any painkiller tablets for your head in the cupboard. You reach for the paracetamol box only to find it empty.

"For fuck sake. Typical." You whisper to yourself.

The kitchen light switches on unexpectedly making you squint your eyes and see a sleepy Mena in the doorway, rubbing his eye.

"Babe it's like five, are you okay?" He says in his morning raspy voice.

"What's the point of putting the empty box back in the cupboard?" You question.

"Empty packet of what?" He says walking forward to you. You show him the paracetamol box.
"Are you feeling alright?" He brings the back of his hand to your forehead to see if you have a temperature.

"Feeling dizzy as hell." Closing your eyes, touching the side of your head. He pulls you into a hug.

"I'll pick a couple boxes up tomorrow on the way home."

You murmur an "okay". You let go of him and take his hand back upstairs.

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Part 2 in a bit x