One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

Liam takes care of you.

"Babe. y/n. Sweetheart. Please wake up, love." Liam whispered to you.

You were laying in bed sick with the flu. You didn't feel well at all.

No. I don't feel well; my stomach hurts. Don't make me. You thought. You didn't say all of it though, because your throat also hurt.

"No." you managed to whisper in a weak voice.

You shivered under the snowy covers and turned to lay on your side in bed, your eyes never opening.

He reached over to gently place his freezing, large hand on your forehead. You shivered away from him. It's hot in here-and cold. I feel sick.

"Poor baby." he sighed with concern written all over his gorgeous face.

His hand moved to your cheek and then to your neck, rubbing gently. You leaned into it; it felt really good. It felt so good that you almost forgot about him waking you up.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I really am, but I need to check your temperature, and you really have to eat; you haven't eaten all day." he soothed softly.

You groaned pitifully, and he frowned. In attempt to help ease your pain, he removed his hand and placed it over your stomach instead.

You whimpered and pulled your knees up to your chest, hugging a pillow tightly. It's really cold, but yet hot-well, somewhat.

"Love, I would give you another blanket, but last time we checked, your fever was 102. You don't want it to get any worse, do you?" Liam asked, seeming to read your thoughts.

You just moaned in response as you started to let tears slip down your cheeks because of the pain.

"Shh, babe. Don't cry. Please, it's okay." he hushed while whipping your tears away with his thumb.

No, it's not! I feel bad. I just want to sleep, but I can't. You started sobbing harder,and he just hushed you as he pulled you into his lap.

"Open your mouth." he instructed sweetly as he reached for the thermometer that he had laid on the bedside table, turning it on.

Shivering, you slightly parted your lips just enough for him to slip the cold metal under your tongue.

"Good girl." he smiled down at you, concern still evident in his expression.

He played with your hair until the thermometer finally beeped.

"103" he whispered more to himself, shocked.

"Li Li, I feel sick." you groaned.

His eyes widened as he quickly placed a bin under your chin. I hate this! Your mind screamed.

About a half an hour later, he took you downstairs and put in a movie for you to calm down with. He held you and rubbed your stomach and back comfortingly the whole time.

You eventually felt yourself slip into a deep sleep on his soft chest. He just smiled and tucked you back into your bed upstairs. He crawled in beside you and kissed your cheek.

"I love you so much, beautiful." he whispered to your sleeping figure just before slipping away himself.

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