/Cough cough./
Could I get any worse?
It was Friday afternoon and Lay had promised to come over to sing a song that he composed for your birthday, but now, you're not really sure about letting him come over.
Your throat was burning, and your nose was stuffed, and you had a major headache. Hooray. The flu.
NOT.
You were half buried in your blankets and thought about whether you should call him or not.
Your phone was on the dresser across the room, but with this headache, if you tried walking there, you'd probably faint.
Oh well.
"If it's for Lay's sake and health... I'll do it." you thought to yourself, using Lay as your encouragement.
You lazily got up from your bed and took your time as you got to the dresser. You got to your phone and started to type the number as you walked back to your bed.
As you hit "Call", you were already back in your bed, engulfed by the warmness.
"Hello?" Lay said.
"Hey." you replied.
"/CoughCough/ I'm sorry to make last minute decisions, but... is it okay if you don't come over?" you said.
"How come? Are you sick?" he said, sounding worried.
"Just a little bit..." you said as you coughed again.
"Don't worry. I'll be right there." He said
"No actually--" you said as he hung up on you.
Seriously?
30 minutes later and Lay lets himself in. You gave him an emergency key when you were 12, but you didn't actually think he'd keep it after all these years.
He opens the door to your room slowly and closes it behind him.
"Hey.." you say.
"Hey..." he replies.
He's holding a cup of your favorite tea. Peppermint. And his guitar on his back.
"Sit up." He says sweetly, placing his guitar at the foot of the bed, and walked over to the opposite side where you're laying down and sat there, very close to you.
You do as your told as he hands you the cup. You take a sip and it warms your throat, making it feel better.
"Thank you... you know, I would hug, you but I don't want you to get sick--" you say, as he puts his arm around you.
You spend the next few minutes sipping your tea as Lay suddenly takes his arm from around you.
"You ready for that song I promised you?" He said staring at you with a sweet smile.
You drank the last few sips of you tea, put it on the nightstand beside your bed, and laid down again.
He walks to where his guitar is, takes it out of the case, and slings it around his shoulder.
He comes back to sit where he was and starts singing to you, his beautiful voice filling the room. As you start drifting off to sleep, he finishes his song.
You hear him putting his guitar back in his case and walks over to you.
"Goodnight, Beautiful..." he said, kissing you on the cheek.
Could I get any worse?
It was Friday afternoon and Lay had promised to come over to sing a song that he composed for your birthday, but now, you're not really sure about letting him come over.
Your throat was burning, and your nose was stuffed, and you had a major headache. Hooray. The flu.
NOT.
You were half buried in your blankets and thought about whether you should call him or not.
Your phone was on the dresser across the room, but with this headache, if you tried walking there, you'd probably faint.
Oh well.
"If it's for Lay's sake and health... I'll do it." you thought to yourself, using Lay as your encouragement.
You lazily got up from your bed and took your time as you got to the dresser. You got to your phone and started to type the number as you walked back to your bed.
As you hit "Call", you were already back in your bed, engulfed by the warmness.
"Hello?" Lay said.
"Hey." you replied.
"/CoughCough/ I'm sorry to make last minute decisions, but... is it okay if you don't come over?" you said.
"How come? Are you sick?" he said, sounding worried.
"Just a little bit..." you said as you coughed again.
"Don't worry. I'll be right there." He said
"No actually--" you said as he hung up on you.
Seriously?
30 minutes later and Lay lets himself in. You gave him an emergency key when you were 12, but you didn't actually think he'd keep it after all these years.
He opens the door to your room slowly and closes it behind him.
"Hey.." you say.
"Hey..." he replies.
He's holding a cup of your favorite tea. Peppermint. And his guitar on his back.
"Sit up." He says sweetly, placing his guitar at the foot of the bed, and walked over to the opposite side where you're laying down and sat there, very close to you.
You do as your told as he hands you the cup. You take a sip and it warms your throat, making it feel better.
"Thank you... you know, I would hug, you but I don't want you to get sick--" you say, as he puts his arm around you.
You spend the next few minutes sipping your tea as Lay suddenly takes his arm from around you.
"You ready for that song I promised you?" He said staring at you with a sweet smile.
You drank the last few sips of you tea, put it on the nightstand beside your bed, and laid down again.
He walks to where his guitar is, takes it out of the case, and slings it around his shoulder.
He comes back to sit where he was and starts singing to you, his beautiful voice filling the room. As you start drifting off to sleep, he finishes his song.
You hear him putting his guitar back in his case and walks over to you.
"Goodnight, Beautiful..." he said, kissing you on the cheek.
-Short imagined huh ? LOL . sorry if its too long for yah . Btw thanks for reading :D
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