“Baaaaaaaaaabe!” you heard a congested moan from the other room. “I need youuuuuuu. I think I’m dyingggggggg.”
Sighing and rolling your eyes, you shouted from the kitchen to your sick boyfriend in the living room. “What now, Niall? Was the soup not okay?”
“Come here, Y/N.”
Putting down the recipe book you had been perusing for meals for the week, you decided to go see what exactly the matter was. Niall was curled up in a ball under two heavy blankets on his big comfy leather couch. His nose was red and his eyes were a bit puffy, positive signs that he simply had a common cold. But, retaining his title as drama king, he made it seem as if he’d contracted the worst disease known to man and expected all the sympathy in the world.
“What is it Niall?”
“C’mere. Come sit with me.”
You plopped down next to him and pushed your fingers through his hair, stopping briefly at his forehead to check for signs of a fever. He felt a bit warm so you made a mental note to grab some aspirin when you left the room.
“Will you cuddle with me?” Niall asked quietly, giving you the saddest eyes that he knew you couldn’t resist.
“I have lots of stuff to do, Niall. Besides, you don’t want me to get sick, do you?”
“C’monnnn. It would make me feel so much better.”
You sighed. You had been working all day, so you figured taking a quick nap with him wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
“All right, fine. But only for an hour,” you smiled down at him.
“Deal,” he smiled back, and opened up the blanket to allow you to cuddle with him under it.
You both dozed off pretty quickly, your dreams being mixed in with the conversations of the people on the TV left on in front of the couch. You were awoken suddenly with the loud coughing of Niall behind you.
“Baby what’s wrong?” you asked concerned as you rolled over to look at him.
“I.. don’t.. know,” Niall stuttered out between hacks.
You stood up immediately as the coughs became more violent and blood spattered out onto Niall’s hand.
“Holy shit! Oh fuck fuck fuck,” you mumbled as you grabbed Niall’s phone and began to call for an ambulance. Niall continued to cough uncontrollably and each time it seemed to become more violent.
Before you were able to complete your call, Niall suddenly began to dry heave as if he were about to cough up a hairball.
“Niall?” you asked timidly.
But before you could say anything else, Niall finally coughed up what seemed to be causing the problem. With one last huge heave, an enormous La-Z-Boy leather sofa erupted from his mouth and landed next to the other one on the floor in the living room, covered in blood in mucus.
As soon as the couch was out of his system, he collapsed to the floor and his entire body seemed to deflate as if he were entirely full of air. Slowly but surely, nothing was left of Niall except his clothing and flat carcass on the floor of the living room.
And that’s when it hit you. Your boyfriend hadn’t been sick with a cold. He had been afflicted with the deadly Couch Cough virus.
Rocket chuckled to herself at Flynn’s last text as she packed up some toys and movies she had collected recently for Delilah. Once she got it all packed up, she grabbed the small sketch she did of Flynn and Dee earlier. Once she was completely ready, she left her apartment, locking the door behind her, and made her way over to Flynn’s.
“Baaaaaaaaaabe!” she groaned, knocking on the door. God she wanted to see him.