Today was the day. Finally, after all this time, it was here. The day of reckoning for all couples. The make it or break it test of will. The passing of judgment that left many feeling both excitement and apprehension.
Dinner with the family.
You rolled your eyes at the thought. People could be so overdramatic sometimes. It honestly didn’t seem like that big a deal to you. If anything, the sunset walk to the restaurant added a whole romantic spin on the affair. You were dealing with your own family, granted, but those still seemed like hyped up stories to scare young people; young people like your partner for the evening.
Prompto walked beside you, pulling and pushing at the sleeves of his casual blazer. “Hmm…Aggggh! I don’t know! Y/N, which looks better? Sleeves down or pushed up?”
“Pushed up. Seems more you.” You had to admit, you found it touching that he got somewhat ‘dolled up’ for the event (as much as you love his punk look.) You’re almost certain he bought the blazer just for today.
“Alright, cool cool. And my pants? They go with this, right?”
“Dude’s skinny jeans usually go with anything, so-”
“Oh! How’s my hair? Does it look alright?”
“Same as usual. Same ol’ Chocobo butt.”
“Hey!” You laugh as Prompto’s hands shot up to fuss with his hair. As he does, you notice his hands were shaking, stopping your chuckles instantly.
“Prompto, hey…” You step closer and gently pull his hands to his sides. While he giives you a quizzical look, you start fixing his hair instead. “Deep breathes, sweetie, you’re okay. You’re just fine. In…and out…” As you continued to work, he followed your instructions; In…and out…, In…and out…
After you’d finished returning his hair to normal, you tug at his hands again. He faces you, his eyes expecting. “You look perfect, Prom. Chocobutt hair and all.”
He lets out a chuckle at that, followed by a sigh. “Thanks, hun. I’m just…I reeeeeally don’t want to mess this up, y’know?” His grip on your hands tightens a bit and you start swing them gently, trying to ease the nerves as you let him vent. “I mean, what if your parents don’t like me? What if they think I’m not good enough for you? You could get anyone you wanted; someone like Noct or Ignis, or Gladio. Man, you could do so much better than some struggling photography student, but that’s what you’re stuck with! I’m just-”
He freezes, your voice echoing down the near empty street. You didn’t like cutting him off, but that wasn’t him, that was depression and anxiety and you weren’t letting them win, darn it! You look him dead in the eye, hands on your hips, as he stood stiff as a post.
“You are an absolute ray of sunshine. Not a day goes by that you haven’t brought a smile to my face. Jeez, I don’t think there’s been a day you haven’t made someone smile!” At this point you can’t contain the grin on your face. “And I’m sure that’ll include my family.They’re going to love you, don’t worry!” And you mean it. You’re certain in your boyfriend’s heart.
It seems Prompto’s worries hadn’t completely dissipated, however. “But what if they don’t?” He asks, leaving the rest unsaid in fear of another outburst.
“Then honestly, that’s tough toenails for them!” You huff, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I love you. I chose you. As many people as there are out there, there’s only one you.” You stroke his cheek and he leans into your touch with a small smile. “I’m not leaving, not even if all of Eos wanted us apart.”
He looks at you again, eyes almost spilling tears, and grins at you. “Thank you, Y/N…I love you too…So, so much…”
He gently presses his lips to yours and you respond in kind, pulling him closer. You knew he would try spouting poetics about how much he loves you later, feeling you deserve so much more than just ‘I love you’, but these were the confessions you liked most. The ones that were simple, raw, and pure. Pure love from his pure heart.
You pull away and stare at your love, the night sky beautifully surrounding the adoring look on his face.
while it’s not… BLUNT about the romantic story, and it doesn’t put down words like ‘girlfriend’ or ‘lover’ or whatnot.
the language used throughout Jaehee’s route (after about chapter 8???), is super flowery and romantic, though it’s more undertone than anything. I’ve been taking screenshots of the ones that stuck out most to me, and the way she considers you more important to her than Zen (ZEN guys… her biggest source of inspiration).
so i take back what i said about being worried it was gonna be a gal pal route. if you’re willing to read between the lines and pay attention to the dialogue, it’s remarkably beautiful and sweet.
on the other hand, if you prefer the idea that they’re super close friends, that works too! but i just feel like the route is far more of a finding yourself, and accepting yourself. jaehee is still new to having dreams, let alone loved ones. so she expresses it through romantic metaphor and kind words, as well as showing she cares a great deal about you.
so if you’re worried, don’t be~ it’s REALLY cute and lovely!
Ashton: “Hey Ash,” You said, opening the door to your house. Ashton stood out he doorway, a dopey grin on his face when he saw you. “Hey babe,” He said, his smile becoming infectious. He leaned in for a kiss, but was stopped when your older brothers voice echoed down the hall. “Who is it (Y/N)?” Andy said. You sighed knowing that you lost the moment, having to step aside. You gave Ashton a sympathetic smile, before turning to your brother. “It’s Ashton,” You said smiling at him. Your brother, Andy Biersack, lead singer from the Black Veiled Brides, smiled at Ashton politely. You had thought your brother had gone out, but you were mistaken. You didn’t mind when he was around, but he had a tendency to hover around the two of you because you were his baby sister. He was protective of you, to say the least. He liked Ashton though, a fellow musician had won his heart, but he had seen what went on during tour life and that made him slightly skeptical of his loyalty. “Hey Andy,” Ashton said, smiling back at him. “Hey Ash, how are you man?” He asked, coming over to shake Ashton’s hand. You stared at your brother, gauging his reaction. He seemed like he was mellow, not becoming overly brotherly, well not yet at least. “What are you two going to get up to?” Andy asked, stepping beside you, your shoulders brushing. “We were going to hang out here,” You said, turning your head to see Ashton nod his head. “Watch a movie or something,” He added. “Better be just a movie,” Andy muttered, making you roll your eyes. “Well come in Ash, don’t just stand there,” You laughed as he stepped through the door, kicking off his shoes. “We’ll be in my room,” You told Andy, grabbing Ash’s hand and beginning to head to your room. “Door open (Y/N). I mean it,” He toyed with his lip ring, staring at you with eyes that were usually heavily lined. You rolled you eyes, leading Ashton up the stairs regardless. “I saw that,” He said, shaking his head. You stuck your tongue out at him, pulling Ashton along with you. “Head up, he’ll be sure to walk by at numerous times today,” You said rolling your eyes and sitting down on your bed when you arrived. “He’s just being a brother, I would do the same for my sister. Besides, I wouldn’t dare do anything while he’s in the house,” He laughed and winked at you. “You’re awful.” You playfully punched his arm, while leaning against his chest. “We could shut the door for a few minutes,” You muttered, looking up at Ash. “I’m on your brothers good side, I’d rather not have him attack me today.” Ashton said squeezing your sides. An involuntary laugh left your lips, and Ashton smirked at you. His hands ghosted your sides, making you laugh as his fingers danced along your skin. More peels of laughter echoed around the room as Ashton relentlessly tickled you. You were squirming underneath him, tears of laughter falling gently down your face, but Ashton abruptly stopped. You looked up, wiping the tears from your face and seeing Andy leaning against the doorframe. “Sorry Andy, didn’t mean to be too loud.” You said sitting up and untangling yourself from Ashton. “No its fine, I just wanted to see what was making you laugh so hard. I figured he was tickling you. You used to laugh like that when you were a kid and I tickled you like that. You used to laugh so hard your stomach would hurt, and you would complain that your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Tickle her on the small of her back, gets her every time.” He gave you and Ashton a lopsided grin before walking away. “You know he’s a really nice guy,” Ashton murmured. “He really is, I really love him.” You pictured Andy before you, being one of your biggest role models growing up. The way he would drop everything to help you out. The way he would always be there for you, when you need a shoulder to cry on, when you needed to talk, or when you needed a smile. He was your brother, and even when fame was sweeping Andy off of his feet, he still managed to stay with you and be a major person in your life. When your first boyfriend broke up with you, he hugged you, promising to beat the shit out of him, all the while wiping your tears away and calling him every derogatory work in the books.“Well, you heard him.” Ashton said, his fingers snaking under your body to the small of your back. “Ash!” You said as he began to tickle your back, making you shriek in laughter. You could hear Andy laughing from downstairs as Ashton continued to tickle you.
Calum: “You’re going to be fine Cal, he won’t kill you.” You tried to sound reassuring to ease your boyfriends fears. He was about to meet your older brother. He wasn’t the traditional older brother, but he was part of the band Sleeping With Sirens. Your brother was Kellin Quinn, and you thought that the fame was scaring Calum. “But its Kellin Quinn, how are you so calm?” Calum said, wiping his palm on his pants. “Because he’s my older brother and he’s an idiot. He’s harmless Calum. He’ll put on a big show of being the big, protective older brother, but really he’s a sweetie. Just don’t hurt me, and we’ll be fine!” You said smiling at him. He nodded his head before stepping through your front door to meet his fate. It wasn’t anything formal, he had already met your parents but your brother wasn’t home when he was over. Kellin had told you to bring him by, saying that he really wanted to meet him, and have a little man to man with him. You heard Kellin singing to himself in the living room, before you saw him, and you heard Calum take a deep breath. “Hey Kelin, I’m home!” You called out, giving him a heads up. His singing stopped, and you heard footsteps approaching. “(Y/N)?” He asked, rounding the corner and seeing you standing there. “How are you, dear?” He asked, coming to hug you. His hug was like you remembered, warm, safe, and inviting. “I’ve missed you,” You said into his shoulder. The last few months he had been on tour, and you had barely seen him. “I’ve missed you too.” He said tightening his arms around you. You pulled away after a little bit, to go back to Calum. “Kellin, this is Calum, my boyfriend. He plays bass in 5 Seconds of Summer.” You said, your heart racing a little faster. “I’ve heard a lot about you, nice to meet you Calum.” He held out his hand, in which Calum kindly shook. “I’ve heard plenty about you. (Y/N) talks about you often. And your music is incredible, you’re band is great.” He said, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. Kellin laughed regardless, smiling. “Thanks, you’re going somewhere you know that? Your going to be bigger than you could imagine. Come on in, have a seat and we can talk.” He said. You followed Kellin into your living room, sitting down next to Calum, and his hand instinctively crawled over your shoulders to rest. “So, how long have you two been together?” Kellin asked, eyeing you two. “About three months or so,” You answered, raising an eyebrow. “And you’ve met our Mum and Dad?” He ignored your look, focusing on Calum. “Yes, they’re very nice.” He said. “He got past Dad?” “Yeah, he loved him.” You said, squeezing his knee. “Sorry Cal, Dads almost as protective of (Y/N) as I am.” He said. You rolled your eyes sighing. “Give it up Kel, he won’t fuck me over.” You said. “I would never dream of hurting her in any way.” Calum reassured. Kellin nodded his head. “And if you do, so help me, I will kill you. Famous or not.” He said, completely serious. You couldn’t help but feel the little flutter of fear crawl into your chest. You knew he meant it, and you squeezed Calum’s knee a little tighter. “And now for lighter topics, how did you two meet?” Kellin leaned back against the cushions, staring at the two of you, disregarding what he had just said. You launched into the story, the two of you telling him, as conversion rolled for most of the afternoon. The two of them exchanged band stories, and experiences. Kellin giving Calum some advice for the stage, and some other information as you leaned back against Calum, glad that it was going well. Kellin had to leave for a bit, going out to get stuff for dinner. It would just be the two of you, finally a little sibling bonding and while he was gone you had a minute alone with Calum. “I’m really sorry about the threat he said. That was uncalled for,” You apologized. “Don’t be sorry, if any guy hurt Mali I’d kill him, slowly and painfully. Its a brother thing, I get it. I like him though.” You nodded your head. “I’m sure he likes you too. You two have a lot in common, I wouldn’t be surprised if you two have man dates more than we do.” You said laughing at the prospect. You said goodbye to Calum, telling him that you would see him tomorrow, and giving him a quick kiss before your brother got home. You knew Kellin liked him, and you didn’t want to push anything with any PDA. Kellin returned shortly, before coming over to you to give you a hug. “I approve.” Was all he said. You smiled despite yourself. “Really?” You asked, still hugging him. “If he makes you happy, he makes me happy. Besides, I do like him. I’d like to get to know him more.” He added, hugging you a little tighter. “I hope you get my threat, you’re my baby sister. I would die if I didn’t have you around. You annoy the shit out of me, but I love you to absolute bits.” He said kissing your cheek before pulling away. “I missed you (Y/N). You’ve grown up since I’ve been gone. Got a boyfriend and everything.” He said laughing, pulling out a pan for dinner. “I’m glad you like him Kel, it means a lot.” He shrugged, smiling at you, and you knew the mushy moment was over, but his approval meant everything.
Luke: “You’re brother is the singers from All Time Low? Alex?” Luke questioned, his tone amazed yet fearful. “I have a brother to go through?” He asked. “Your telling me that you didn’t gather that he was my brother from our last name?” You said baffled. You shook your head dismissing it. “I never put two and two together to be honest. And we’re seeing them today? (Y/N), I love this band, and I’m about to meet the lead singers and guitarists from it, that so happen to be my girlfriends brother? Great.” He said running a hang through his hair in nerves. “He’s nice, he won’t kill you.” You said, rubbing his arm soothingly. “I can deal with friends, but a brother?” His tone expressed just how distressed he was. “You’ll be fine Luke, just be yourself and you’ll be fine. He’s harmless.” You said, smiling at the memories that were flitting through your mind. He nodded his head, swallowing and meeting your eyes. “Lets get it done and over with.” He said, grabbing your hand. You sat backstage, the show finally ending and Luke was getting more and more nervous by the passing minute. You tried to soothe him by words and touch but it had no effect, so you let him sort it out in his head. You heard them coming down the hall and you stood up so you could see them. When they finally came through the door you ran and hugged them Alex, and seeing Jack, each grabbing you. “(Y/N)!” They cried out, hugging you. “How did you like the show?” Alex asked. “It sucked.” You said teasingly, making Jack grab you and attempt to tackle me. “Ew, let go you’re so gross!” You cried as he attempted to pick you up. “Oh please, have you looked in the mirror?” Jack said, succeeding in picking you up and about to throw you on the couch but stopping. “Hey, I know you! You’re Luke Hemmings!” Alex said, walking towards him. Luke stood up smiling and shaking their hands. You disentangled yourself from Jack to walk over to Luke. “This is my boyfriend,” You said, awaiting their reactions. It took them a few seconds to process it before Alex spoke up. “So you’re dating my little sister?” He said, smirking at Jack. “Yes sir,” Luke said, his voice deep and a little shaky. “Sir? Please, call us by our names, son.” Jack said winking. “What happened to our rule (Y/N)? No band members?” Alex said teasingly. You rolled your eyes, flicking your wrist. “You’re full of shit,” You said with a chuckle. “Do you like him?” Alex asked, as the other band members filed in. “Obviously, I’m dating him.” You said. “Is he nice?” Jack asked. “Yeah, he’s such a sweetheart.” You said, confused. “Has he met Mum and Dad?” Alex asked, crossing his arms. “No, we figured we’d get past you idiot, before them. You know they won’t care.” You said, getting tired of the twenty questions. They both looked at each other before shrugging in unison. “Well Luke, why don’t we go for a little walk?” They asked, grinning at him. Your eyes went wide before grabbing Luke’s hand. “Please don’t do anything stupid, or say anything stupid?” You pleaded with them, but they merely laughed. “I’ll be fine,” Luke said, smiling before leaving you. You ran a hand through your hair nervously, as they left the room to wander the stage and place. You turned to see Zach grinning at you. “What?” You asked, smiling a little. “He’ll be fine, he’ll probably say the big brother thing, and ask him some band stuff. We kind of know 5 Seconds of Summer through twitter.” He said. You sat down, trying to relax but it was hard knowing that Luke was alone with your insane brother and his bandmate. You pulled out your phone, aimlessly trying to distract yourself. What seemed to feel like hours, may have been a solid twenty minutes before Luke and your brother and bandmate came back through the doorway. Luke was laughing, seeming completely at ease, and your brother beside him, laughing as well. “Hey (Y/N),” Luke said coming to sit down beside you. You looked between Alex and Jack shaking your head. “What did you do?” You asked, earning a chuckle from Alex. “Nothing, just talked, is that alright sis?” Alex said, coming over to ruffle your hair. “We just had a chat, you know guy stuff.” He added, making you cringe. “We’ll be right back,” Alex said, grabbing Jacks forearm to lead him away. “I’m just going to apologize now for whatever they said to you.” You said, turning to Luke. He smiled at you, running a hand up your arm in a soothing gesture. “They just told me the usual don’t hurt her stuff, and then we talked about music and band stuff. Nothing to worry about, love.” He said. You sighed in relief, leaning back against the cushion. “They’re nice guys, and I feel crazy happy to have met them.” “Are you fan girling Luke?” You asked, with a teasing hint to your voice. He scoffed, but he couldn’t erase the dopey grin on his face.
Michael: “Hello?” You called out in your what seemed to be empty house. “(Y/N)! In the kitchen!” You heard your brother Oliver yell. But he didn’t seem to be alone. One of his band mates sounded like they were over, so you paid no mind to it, as you kicked your shoes off, and hung up your jacket. Making your way over to the kitchen you were startled to see your brother Oliver Sykes, and your boyfriend Michael Clifford standing in the kitchen together. “Mikey?” You asked, confused. “Hey babe,” He said smiling at you. “What are you doing over?” You asked, putting your purse on the spare chair beside Oli. “What? And I don’t get a hello?” Oli said, feigning anger. “Hey,” You said, smiling at him. “Oli and I were just hanging out until you got home from work.” You couldn’t help but smile because of their bonding, but it confused you a little. They had only met a few times, and those times were brief. “You’re wondering how we got together?” Oli asked, smirking at you. You stared at him, studying his expression. “I got his number from your phone. I figured it would be a good idea to get to know my sisters boyfriend, without her there. You know, and he’s in a band. So I wanted to get to know him through music as well. No harm done.” He said shrugging and turning to the fridge. You raised and eyebrow at Michael, who shrugged making you laugh. “Do you want me to leave? Give you two some more time together?” You teased. “No, we’re going out tomorrow. Down to the guitar shop, I need new strings.” Oli said, grinning. “Awe, what a sweet date.” You cooed, making Michael laugh. “Do I sense some jealousy (Y/N)?” Oli asked, and you scoffed. “Hardly. My biggest fear was you two weren’t going to get along. I’m all for some male bonding. Bond all you’d like.” You said, sitting down. “I’ll see you around (Y/N). Be safe kids, no funny business. Mum left leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry. I shouldn’t be out too late either, we can watch a movie when I get back or something,” Oli said kissing your cheek, before grabbing his jacket. You said good bye, before turning to Michael. “So, tell me about your afternoon.” You said, perching on the counter. He smiled, before looking down. “He texted me, asking if I wanted to come over before you got off work and get to know each other. I couldn’t refuse, its your brother. So we just talked, you know. He’s pretty funny. And his tattoo’s are absolutely sick.” He said, making you grin. “Inspiration?” You asked. He made a noise of confusion before cocking his head at you. “Are you thinking of getting any tats?” You said. “Well I already have one, I wouldn’t mind another.” He said shyly. “I think its hot to be honest.” You said, spinning on the chair. “But you’re going out with him tomorrow. That should be nice.” You said. “You don’t mind? I don’t want it to be weird that I’m hanging out with your older brother before you? Like you’re okay with it?” He asked quickly, and you laughed. “Mike, I don’t care. Really. I think its nice.” You said. None of your other ex’s had liked Oli, let alone take the time to hang out with him. One look at his tattoos, and they went running, and rarely looked back. Oli had more or less scared away numerous potential boyfriends, probably because he was protective, had a rough exterior, and was not scared of punching someone that hurt you, or made you cry. But it was nice that Michael liked him, and that he actually wanted to see him. Whether it was a band thing, or maybe just a punk thing, you couldn’t be happier that they got along. For the rest of the evening you spent it cuddling, making leftovers, and talking. It was a nice just staying in for a cozy night, and he left around eleven, telling you that he would see you the next day, after him and Oli had gone out. Oli came home shortly after, smiling tiredly at you, and collapsing on the couch. “Long recording session?” You asked, tracing a tattoo on his forearm. “Yeah,” He said, and you could see the bags under his eyes. “Want to watch a movie?” He said, after a moment. “Sure, by the way Oli. Thanks, for liking Michael, it means a lot.” You said, standing up to set the tellie up. “He’s a good guy, I like him. And its nice that he isn’t scared of me.” He laughed slightly as you sat back down. “If you like him, than he has to be a nice guy.” You said bumping his shoulder. “I believe he is, but if he hurts you…” He began. “You’ll kill him brutally, bloodily, and with a sweet satisfaction. I’ve heard it before Oli.” You said laughing. He laughed along with you, gathering you in a brotherly hug. “I love you, kid.” He said. You hugged him back, relishing the feeling and protection of your big brothers embrace.
Great. Just great. Her thoughts poured down on her just as the rain that fell outside. Malia knew that when she woke up this morning, this would be a bad day. The long-legged brunette set her alarm wrong, therefore waking up exactly 2 hours before she had to be at school. She finally fell asleep about 20 minutes before she was actually supposed to wake up, and ended up missing her first class. When she did arrive at the hell that the Government has decided to label school, it was time for Algebra, and the first thing that Malia’s teacher handed her was a test that read, “38% F”. After school, she had work and her boss got onto her for falling asleep on the job. Ironic; she works at a coffee shop but cannot stay awake. Now, her shift was over and because her dad had to take the car, she was forced to walk and it was pouring; how convenient. Malia released a heavy sigh, knowing that she would just have to get this over with. She cringed at the thought of have to walk almost 2 miles to get home, but bit her tongue as she stuffed her cell phone to the bottom of her bag; hoping that it wouldn’t get wet. Her hands pushed the door open, and within 10 seconds of the trek, she was soaked. ‘Well, I was going to shower anyway.’ She spoke to no one, trying to remain positive. Her natural instincts kicked in as she heard someone walking behind her. Closer and closer, her fear began to rise up her stomach and into her throat. She was about to turn around to confront whoever this person was; hoping to not get mugged in the process, but was stopped in her tracks as the rain seemed to stop completely. Malia’s chestnut eyes glanced up, noticing a fairly large, red umbrella now hanging over her. She turned to see someone that she had seen before; at school. He has pale skin, deep, chocolate brown eyes, she was slightly jealous of how long his eyelashes are, just a few inches taller than her; maybe 2 or 3, and he had a warm smile plastered on his face. “You’re uh.. soaked.” he spoke, his voice being very calm but she could definitely feel the sarcasm in it.
“Ya don’t say? Look, I don’t need your pity party, and I don’t feel comfortable with you following me home.” Malia answered, sounding a bit harsher than she intended to, as the events of her day were finally taking a toll on her attitude towards others. She stepped out of the vicinity of his umbrella, and gave him a smile. He just chuckled slightly at this, shaking his head as he spoke, “It’s raining and you forgot your umbrella so come stand under mine. It’s not a pity party, it’s just a nice gesture. Also, I am in 3 of your classes. It’s not like I’m some 50 year old creeper who takes pictures of you from afar; I’m not going to do anything bad to you. Unless, you put walking you home and providing you with a form of shelter in this rain is bad, then I will gladly back off.” He gave her a sly smirk, and for some reason, it made her smile as well. “Fine, but I know karate.” She warned, and he once again laughed at her words, “Do I look like the kind of guy who would, or even could beat up someone?” At this, she laughed along with him. On the way home, she learned that this guy was named Stiles and he was indeed in 3 of her classes, he liked Star Wars; even though she had never seen it, he seemed to be a very big nerd, but he made her laugh the whole way home, which definitely brightened up her day. “So, how much can’t could a white girl can’t if a white girl literally couldn’t even?” Malia cracked up at that statement as they finally arrived at her house. “Well, this is me. Thanks for walking me home, it was really nice of you.” “No problem! So, I’ll see you at school?” Malia nodded, and watched as he began to walk off. However, something inside of her made her say, “Stiles!” He turned towards her, “Yeah?” “Maybe we could hang out sometime? I could give you my number..?” She felt hesitant, but relaxed as his cheeks flushed slightly red, and he smiled embarrassingly, “Well, I guess I do need to show you Star Wars.” She laughed at that, and the two exchanged numbers, which wasn’t even the beginning of what they ended up being.
Ashton: You kneel down in front of the toilet and retch violently into the water at 3AM. You sniffle and wipe the sweat off your forehead, recounting all your sins and wondering what you did to deserve this state of sickness. Ashton tiredly saunters over to the bathroom and stands against the bathroom door frame and frowns. “Babe, what’s got you sick?” “I don’t know,” you heave and he sighs, looking for some medicine that’ll temporarily heal you. He grabs some liquid and shoves it in his jogger’s pockets, walking up to you and waiting for you to empty yourself again. “You good, for now?” “Yeah,” you nod and close your eyes, almost to a point of fainting as he picks you up and carries you back to the bed. “I’ll take care of you baby, don’t worry,” and he begins to pour you some of the medicine. Calum: You put your hand on his forehead to feel for a fever and frown when you find out that he’s burning up. “Calum, I have to work.” “You don’t care about me!” He yells in a hoarse voice and you kiss his cheek. “I’ll have Michael come over and take care of you.” “Are you kidding? He’s going to kill me.” “I will not kill you,” Michael says as he holds a contained bowl of hot soup in his hands, leaning on the doorframe and pouting. “All yours,” you smile, getting up from your spot and walking over to Michael, giving him a low 5 as they both say goodbye to you. Once you’re out of the house, Michael laughs loudly and sits on the game chair in your bedroom. “You’re fucked kid, this soup is mine.” Luke: You curl up in a ball and cry profanities to yourself in hopes that your cramps will go away. You need cuddles and movies and chocolate to make the sickness go away but Luke has been gone for so long. He knew you were sick because you messaged him to bring pain killers and chocolate back, but he read the message and refused to reply. “Why must I bleed,” you frown and you hear the front door close followed by footsteps running up the stairs. “I brought everything and McDonalds,” he breathes heavily, “I left as soon as I got the text but the line was so long,” he speaks as he approaches you, sitting on the bed and looking down at you. “Give me the pain killers! Please!” You beg and he grabs them, opening them and quickly giving you one, along with a bottle of water that’s on his nightstand. You swallow the tab and grab the bag of food. “Cuddles after I devour this, okay?” “Okay,” he chuckles. Michael: “I’m sick,” he says with a stuffy nose and you look over at him with a death glare. “I am too, Mikey.” “Babe! Why are you sick!?” He asks worriedly, lifting his head from his pillow as you sigh. “Because I ate off of your burrito and I drank some of your water,” you sink into the comfort of your bed and pull the blanket over your head. “How will we get better if you’re not taking care of us?” He asks like a small kid and you growl. “If you made us some soup then maybe we would get better.” “I don’t wanna get up,” he whines. “I know exactly what’ll help! I’ll order Pizza!” “Brilliant,” you roll your eyes.