Wroetofreezy One Shots

//40 - drafts

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{lads, i cba to format this one properly, it might get fixed one day if i get bored and do it}

hello everyone!! seeing as this book is officially finished now, i thought it would be fun to release all of my drafts in one post for 24 hours only, before taking it down again.

now, just as a warning, there's a reason they didn't actually get published. be it because they're not finished, the concept is weird, or because they're poorly written from lack of editing. so don't expect amazing things. this is just for a bit of a laugh, and my way of saying thank you to all the people who've stayed and read the whole thing. i appreciate you all.

and now! on with the bad writing!

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Sickness

Harry

I'm woken abruptly to the harsh sound of coughing beside me. I slowly peel open my eyes, and see Cal sitting on the edge of the bed, and shaking slightly. Instantly I find myself more alert, and shuffle towards him.

"Cal? You okay?" I ask, voice laced with worry. He turns around and looks at me with tired eyes.

"I'm okay babe, sorry for waking you up," he says, but is cut off by another coughing fit. I reach over and lay a hand gently on his back. His skin is hot to the touch, but I can still feel him shivering.

"You're not fine, Cal," I insist, now sitting beside him. He rests his head in his hands, and lets out a long sigh.

"It's probably just a cold," he retorts, looking back up at me. "Don't worry too much."

"Even if it is just a cold, you need to rest up," I say, and gently take his hand. He sighs again.

"But I've got things I need to do today babe," he whines.

"You've been working yourself too hard recently Cal. That's probably why you got ill," I explain patiently. "You're not gonna be any good to anyone like this." He flops back onto the bed, seeming frustrated.

"I'm fine," he says, but starts coughing again straight after.

"I'm going to go and get you some water, get your ass back into bed," I say sternly, before walking out of the room.

Lux is already in the kitchen making breakfast when I arrive.

"Morning Harry," he says, as I grab a glass from the cupboard and start filling it with water.

"Hey Cal," I respond, only paying him half of my attention, while also trying to think of things I need to get for Freezy.

"Are you alright mate? I heard coughing last night, and this morning," he asks, seeming worried.

"I'm fine, but Cal's ill," I say, and he looks at me sympathetically.

"Lucky you. I'm sure as hell glad I don't have to deal with him," he chuckles, knowing how irritable getting sick can make Freezy.

"I'm sure it'll be fine," I say, only a little sarcastically, and Lux grins at me.

"Well, good luck mate," he says, as I head back in the direction of the door, water and painkillers in hand.

"Thanks Cal."

When I make it back into Cal's room, thankfully he's still in bed. He's curled up on his side, breathing heavily, and still shivering. He looks up at me when I walk in.

"Hey," I say, and go over to his side of the bed, kneeling on the floor next to him. He smiles at me weakly.

"Maybe I don't feel as good as I thought," he admits reluctantly. "My neck fucking kills."