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Nick POV
"Nick? Are you up? Breakfast is ready!" My mom calls from down stairs. I slowly sit up and put my hand to my head, the headache feeling as if it would split my head in half. As I put my hand to my head I realised it felt really warm, warmer than normal. I groan and roll over, burrowing myself in my bed. I hear my mom start to walk up the stairs.
"Nicky?" She asked as she pokes her head into my room. She walked over to me with a concerned look on her face. "Are you feeling well?" I shook my head. She went to grab something and came back, holding a thermometer in her hand. She took my temperature.
"Nick, you have a fever." She said, I already knew that though, I felt cold on the inside but warm on the outside, creating a very weird feeling.
"Do you want some tea?" my mom asked.
"Yes please." I replied, voice sounding weak. I coughed as she left the room. Mom came back with the tea and then she told me,
"I have work today, sweetheart. But I can cancel if you want me to stay here with you?" I shook my head weakly.
"No mom, I don't want to keep you from your job. I'll call Charlie over or something." She asked me if I was sure and I reassured her that I'd be fine and Charlie would take care of me.
"Okay, Nicky. Call if something happens
My hand reached out to the night stand, fumbling for my phone. I open it and blink rapidly as the bright light hits my eyes. I open my phone after a few failed attempts and go to my messages, opening Charlie's contact.
Me
Char? I'm sick come over please? 🥺
Charlie Of course. I'll be right over. Don't do anything stupid♥️
Came his quick response. I sigh and put my phone down, thanking whatever god gave me such a good boyfriend.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, Charlie is sitting beside me with a cup of tea. He helps me sit up so I can drink it slowly, then hands me a piece of toast for me to eat. I smiled when I finished, curing closer to him. He runs his fingers through my hair absentmindedly as I close my eyes.
"Are you feeling any better?" Charlie asked, checking my temperature with the back of his hand.
"Uh hu, a lil' bit." I mumble, loud enough for him to hear. He smiled and nodded.
"Good, get some rest." I made a sound of agreement and snuggled closer.
"I luv you." I said with my face buried in his(my) sweater.
"I love you, too. Now sleep." he bent down to kiss my forehead.I fell asleep, still feeling the ghost of his lips on my skin.