Sick Days Are The Best (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)
Request: Fluffy Alexander Hamilton x Reader (by @folignsky)
Time Period: Modern
A/N: Hello everyone! I’m so sorry for being pretty inactive these past few days, but I have a couple of stories coming up soon. Thank you so much for over 50 followers!! I can’t believe it! And I hope this is the kind of story you were looking for, I enjoyed writing it. Have a wonderful day.
As soon as you woke up, you let out a loud groan as a pain hit your head, throat, and stomach; sick days were the worst. You flopped back down onto your pillow and pulled the covers over heard, groaning even louder this time.
Out of the corner of your eye, you vaguely saw your boyfriend, Alexander, stick his head out of the bathroom doorway. With his toothbrush still in his mouth, you heard him mumble something along the lines of “Are you okay?”
In response, you complained “I think I’m sick.” Then you hid even further down in your bed and curled up into a ball. It hurt so much, like cramps you experienced during your period, but worse. A shift in the bed, told you that Alexander was sitting right next to you, trying to coax you out of your cocoon.
Once you peeked your head out, you stared into the eyes of your boyfriend. He gave you a sympathetic smile, and felt your forehead with the back of his hand.
“Well I don’t think you have a fever, but by the way you are acting, you should probably stay home from work.” Alex explained, laying down next to you.
You grimaced at the thought of all the work you would have to catch up on, but complied when you realized there was no way Alexander let you leave the house in the state you were in.
“Alright, while I’ll probably just lay here and sleep and watch TV all day.” you explained to your boyfriend. “You should probably leave now if you want to make it to work on time.”
He looked shocked and shook his head. “No, no. I am not going to leave you here by yourself. I’m going to take care of you today.” he said, tucking in the covers around you.
Before you could even try and fight Alex on his decision, he gave you a pointed look and spoke once more. “I know I don’t have to stay, but I want to take care of you. So try and get some more sleep, while I call in today for the both of us.”
With that, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. You sighed aloud and silently thanked Alexander on being such a wonderful boyfriend.
After tossing and turning for a good ten minutes, you were able to fall asleep. However, it wasn’t long enough. Three hours later you woke back up and reached for your phone, hoping it would distract you from the pain in your head. Once you had enough of being cooped up in your tiny bedroom, you made your way out into the living room.
In there, you found Alex, sitting on the couch typing away furiously on his laptop. He was not alerted of your presence until you let out a deep cough on accident. Jumping up, he ran over to you and guided you to the couch, where he instructed you to lay down.
“Those who are sick should not be on their feet.” he reasoned.
Disappearing into the kitchen, you turned your attention to getting comfortable and finding something good to watch on television. Once five minutes had gone by, Alexander came back into the living room, tray in hand. On top of the tray was a glass of water, a bowl of chicken noodle soup, and what looked like aspirin.
“Here you go.” Alex said, setting the tray on the table in front of you. “There’s water to keep you hydrated, soup because that always makes people feel better, and some aspirin for the pain.” he explained, looking quite proud of himself.
“Thank you Alex, you really didn’t have to do this.” you noted, but looked sheepish under his gaze. Instead, you simply turned to your tray and enjoyed the fact that you were keeping this food down.
After you had eaten, and after Alexander had cleaned up, you were trying to fall asleep on the couch once more, and Alex was still typing away at the kitchen table.
Kicking the blankets off of you, you padded into to the kitchen and leaned against the wall, arms crossed of your shoulder. “Alex.” you whined.
He looked up and a smile crossed his lips at your pouty stance. “Yes, (y/n)?” he questioned.
“I can’t sleep!” you admitted. Then, looking down at your feet you whispered. “Will you come cuddle with me and watch a movie?” you asked.
For a moment, Alex glanced at his laptop and you thought he would chose his work over spending time with you. Thankfully, he closed the laptop and stood up. Picking you up, he walked over to the couch and sat down. You immediately curled up to his side, and sighed in content when you felt his arms wrap around your shoulder.
“What movie would you like to watch, love?” Alex asked.
“Titanic?” you told him, but it came out as more of a question. You weren’t sure if Alex would want to sit through the three hour movie.
However, instead of objecting he smiled and nodded and put the movie on. About halfway through the movie, you could feel yourself drifting into sleep, and Alex sensed it too. Pressing a kiss to your head, he drew patterns on your skin in an attempt to get you to fall asleep faster.
Before sleep took over, you whispered a thanks to Alexander and told him, “Sick days are the best days.”