~Inspired by me. Cause I'm sick af~
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You woke to the sound of rough coughing coming from the left side of the bed. You forced your eyes to open to small slits so you were able to take a quick glance at the glowing red numbers on the clock sitting on your bedside table. 3:26 in the morning.
"Ashton?" You ask, quickly bracing yourself for the brightness as you reach over and switch on the lamp which was next to your clock. The room flooded with light, illuminating Ashton's body in the bed next to you. You can see him curled up in a small ball, lying on his side on the white sheets.
"Ash-" you go to speak but you are interrupted by more violent coughing.
"Y/N..." Ashton rasped, slowly rolling over to face you "Did I wake you? Im so sor-" his voice broke off into another coughing fit.
"Aww man Ashton you got worse" you exclaim sadly whilst pushing of the covers and stepping out onto the cold wooden floor of your room.
A few weeks ago, your boyfriend Ashton had come down with the common cold. Neither of you thought anything of it until a few days ago and he still wasn't any better. In fact, if anything Ashton was getting worse.
The boys were worried about Ashton not being well enough to play in the upcoming gig they had in a few days time. You were worried about Ashton not getting better period.
You walk swiftly over to Ashton's side of the bed, help him stand up and guide him over to the bathroom where he proceeds to rush over and cling to the toilet. Just in time.
You hold your breath as Ashton empties what small contents were in his stomach into the toilet bowl. You had always been squeamish around puke and you probably couldn't both fit around the toilet if you decided you didn't need that chicken noodle soup you had earlier on.
"I'm going to go get you some cough syrup from downstairs okay Ash?" You breathe. Whatever answer he was going to reply with was washed away with another round of hurling.
Turning away from the horrible sight in the bathroom, you run downstairs and into the kitchen where you open the medicine cabinet. In the other hand you held your phone which you had grabbed on the way down.
After lifting the cough syrup down from the shelf, you dial the first person you could think of.
"Y/NNNNN" Calum's voice groaned out of the speaker of your phone. "It's like tomorrow already... What's up?"
"Cal it's Ash. I think he's gotten worse." You say whilst pouring the cough syrup into a small glass.
Calum must have been able to hear the concern in your voice because he said shortly "I'll be right over" and hung up the phone. Grabbing the glass of medicine and a normal glass of water you take off upstairs.
The sound of violent coughing slowly came into your hearing range as you climbed the stairs two at a time. As you reach the top it goes quiet. Too quiet.
"Ashton?" You call warily
THANKS FOR READING CHAPTER ONE OF THIS THINGY THAT I DECIDED TO WRITE CAUSE ITS ONE IN THE MORNING AND IDEK. ANYWAYS IF YOU LIKED IT AND WANT MORE JUST TELL ME :) ANY CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK IS VERY WELCOME :D HAVE A GOOD DAYYY
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My Time (5sos Ashton fanfic)
FanfictionAsh is sick and you need to look after him. The problem is: he doesn't seem to be getting any better. In fact, it looks like he's getting worse... {I UPDATE WHEN I GET INSPIRATION}
