⚽️Footballer Imagines ⚽️

Ben Chilwell

6. "I don't care for anything else. I only care for you."

"I'm fine," You coughed, stretching for your glass of water.

Ben helped you and gave it to you, shaking his head.

"No, I'm here to stay, you need help. I don't need to go out tonight," He told you, a small smile on his lips.

"But I don't want you to get sick either," You huffed, Ben handing you a tissue, "Thanks."

He rolled his eyes playfully, "You're so stubborn. I can go with my mates another time."

You pouted at him, before telling him you were gonna throw up, and he helped you to the bathroom. He rubbed your back as you threw up, knowing it would help you.

"Oh god," You muttered, Ben cleaning your mouth, "This ain't the pretty side of me."

"Any side of you is beautiful. To get a sickness bug is normal, babe. You've sat with me loads of times whilst I threw my lungs up," He chuckled, making you giggle slightly.

After a few minutes, the feeling passed and Ben was tucking you back into bed, filling up your glass with some more water.

You really didn't deserve him, you really didn't. Instead of going out with his mates he was here taking care of you. You felt really bad. He rarely got time to cool off or get free time.

"Ben," You groaned, once he came back.

He held your hand, "I'm here baby. I'm here. What do you need?"

You pouted again, "I want you to go and enjoy yourself. Go have fun. This is a perfect opportunity for you to get some bonds."

He shook his head again and you sighed. Then he left to grab some medicine for you.

"You need to do the things you enjoy. The things you care about," You told him, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

He smiled, "I don't care for anything else. I only care for you."

And you could've sworn that was the moment your heart skipped 10 beats. You had found a winner here. And you weren't gonna lose him.