Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎sick

A/N: modern.

I woke up with him gone and I feeling worse. I rolled over in bed despite everything in my body fighting otherwise, and I checked my phone.

One message, received:
My boy<3: hey I'm sorry I left I'll be back in an hour and I'll make it up to you, feel better

I groaned and threw my head back on my pillow and unpatiently waited for his arrival.

I fell asleep and was still asleep when he came back. He kissed my head and I heard the rustling of a bag. I woke up groggily and he smiled at me.

"I got you a lot of things, medicine, candy, cough drops-" He began. "Dal, why are you doing this, nobody has ever cared for me like this." I said and he carefully put the bag down and smiled at me.

"I'm trying to change for you." He said and I smiled. "Thank you." I replied and he grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze before walking out of my room. I furrowed my eyebrows and he came back with vodka and a shot glass.

"Dal that's my dad's he'll kill me-" He pressed his finger to my lips and poured it. He handed it to me and I hesitated with it. "Dallas what the fuck?"

"It's the best sick remedy." He said and pecked my forehead and I took the shot. It burned worse than usual and I slammed the glass down on my table.

"Fuck man." I said and he chuckled. "Feel better?" He asked and I nodded and flipped him off. "Works for me every time," He said, matter-of-factly. "Maybe if you called me, I could actually-" It was cut off with a quick kiss.

"I'm sick-" I said and he kissed me again. "Never stopped me before," He whispered, half an inch from my lips. I smiled and he walked away and out of my room. He didn't come back for a couple minutes and I was annoyed. I heard my TV come on and I got even more annoyed.

"Dally!" I whined out. I waited a moment and he didn't come in. "Dally!" I called out again. "Dalllyyy-" "What do you want?" He asked in an annoyed tone.

"I want cuddles." I said and sat up and he rolled his eyes. "Baby, I'll stay here but I don't do cuddles."

"I don't do cuddles" I mocked in my best attempt to his voice, "Get your cute ass over here."

He climbed into bed next to me and held me close to him and looked at me, "Don't call me cute." He said and I continued to stay in my position, "I do what I want."

He chuckled and kissed my head and I grew tired from the sickness and I fell asleep on him. When I woke up, I noticed he was texting somebody. I saw it was a group chat and it had the entire gang in it.

Him: Y/n's sick so I'm staying at her place
Pony: Simp
Two-Bit: imagine
Darry: wow buddy
Steve: Dally's a softie
Johnny: awww
Him: tf you mean "wow buddy"
Darry: you're here for your girl
Pony: so cute awww
Him: stfu
Sodapop: do you love her dal?
Him: Idk man idk what love feels like
Steve: kinda sounds like ya do buddy
Sodapop: congrats dal you found a girl who actually tolerates you
Him: shut it Curtis.

I smiled and then pretended to wake up and he quickly shut his phone off and smiled at me.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked and I sat up. "Better with you here." I said and he kissed my head.

"What did you do when I was sleeping?" I wondered. "Watched you sleep." He said and I looked at him weird, "I know that sounded creepy."

He felt my forehead once again and pouted. I snuggled close to him again and he reached down for more vodka. "Get that shit out of my face." I mumbled and he immediately put it back.

"Sorry." He whispered and I giggled and we laid in bed and we talked about everything and nothing until I felt too weak to function.