Love It When I’m Right.

You walk into the dark apartment, already sensing that something isn’t quite right. Usually, the curtains will be pulled as far apart as possible, trying to capture the small amount of sun light that is able to thread through the overhead of clouds. But, as you look around the apartment, you find no trace of the curtains open, instead the fire is on full blast and there are a bundle of sheets on the couch with what appears to be some kind of movement coming from in between them.

Getting closer to the mass amount of sheets, you can hear a slight snivelling sound and smell the faintest hint of Vicks. You can’t stop the curve of your lips at the thought of what this means.

“Someone’s ill.”

You hear a groan and then see the blankets and sheets start to move, sliding off the couch.

“Eugh, go ‘way. Not well, want to sleep.”

His voice sounds as though he’s having difficulty breathing and you can see the redness of his nose now he’s appeared from underneath his blankets.

“I told you this would happen didn’t I?”

If looks could kill, you’d be lying dead at his feet right about now. He’s obviously not in the mood for small talk but you can’t help but want to annoy him. After all, he’s the one who ‘never’ gets ill.

“Yes you did. Do you want an award? Now, go ‘way. Let me sleep.”

You have to admit, that the red nose and the sight of him being helpless makes him appear that much more adorable right now. Especially the voice, you know you’ll regret it, but you can’t help but bend down on your knees and lightly kiss him on the lips. The smile you get in return, you realise, will be worth any stupid cold you might get.

“Okay…but do you need anything?”

He shakes his head ‘no’ before pulling the blankets back over his head and turning to face in the opposite direction.

As you walk into the bedroom you usually share with him, you can’t help but hope that he gets ill just slightly more often. At least this way you realise, you’ll be able to get a little more peace and quiet.

And he really should have listened to you when you told him yesterday that going out in just a t-shirt and jeans would make him catch a cold…you love it when you’re right.

A/N. Short, but I couldn’t help it, I was ILL.