5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

Pregnancy Series | Morning Sickness

Luke:

The sudden sound of feet padding against the carpet towards the bathroom made Luke stir in his sleep before he opened his tired-heavy eyelids, his eyes squeezing as the lights from the bathroom illuminated into the hotel room. It took Luke several minutes before he realized what happened, the duvet from his body soon gone as he sat up on the bed, grabbing the pillow on the side you had slept on before walking towards the bathroom. To his luck, after the other episode on the last hotel they stayed at, Luke had managed to get you removed from staying in Michael’s rooms, to be in his instead. Even though Michael protested as a joke, he knew it would be the best for the two of you to stay together. Liz hadn’t questioned a thing afterwards probably thinking that it would be best to save you from awkward questions, and not to say at least that her son was actually going to be a father and she still had no clue about it. Luke’s confirmation about what was happening was positive as he came into the bathroom, taking a seat next to you as your calves and knees were pressed against the cold tiles of the bathroom, your forehead pressed against the marble toilet seat,  your eyes closing as you rested in tiredness and exhaustion. “Here.” Luke mumbled kneeling in front of you to place the pillow under your legs to make sure that it wasn’t uncomfortable sitting, helping you to get it under. “This fucking sucks.” You mumbled before another wave of nausea hit you, making your stomach twitch and another amount of puke left your mouth as you vomited into the toilet. “I think I’m done.” You announced after you had rested against the seat for a while, lifting your head to look at Luke. His eyebrows were knitting and he was chewing his bottom lip as he watched you, lifting his hand up towards your hair to pull some of it out of your face. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, as he stood up and flushed the toilet. “its fine I guess.” You mumbled feeling awkward as you stood up, making a grimace as you watched your vomit disappear, walking over to the sink to brush your teeth and get away with the terrible taste. “Ready to go back to bed? We’ve still got like 2 hours before sound check is approaching.” He half smiled reaching his hand out for you to take it. “You nodded your head, grabbing his arm as he led you back to the beds, exhausting taking over your whole body.

Calum:

“Y/N, the car is ready we can go grocery sho-“ Calum didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence as the sound of you groaning from the toilet made his eyebrows knit as he stood by the end of the stairs, a hand running through his hair when he realized what happened, sprinting over to the bathroom. The door was already open and he leaned against the door frame as he took in your small state over the porcelain toilet. Calum let out a content of sigh as he watched you for the probably 17th time this week, head hovering over the toilet as you flushed out the breakfast. He walked over to the sink to open one of your cupboards, reaching out to grab an elastic band, placing it around his wrist before turned around to kneel in front of you, kissing you on the forehead softly, being careful in a fear of you vomiting again at any second. “Sorry.” You mumbled as he started to collect your hair into a very messy braid, his hands slightly shaking as he tried to do his best, knowing how weak you were at the moment and how vulnerable you looked, your eyes dazed and your throat burning. “You’ve been going on like this for 2 weeks now; I never thought it would be this bad.” He mumbled, twisting the elastic band around the end of the braid, securing it. You didn’t had the chance to answer though, just stopping your head down the toilet as another rush of vomit appeared from your throat, your body tensing so harshly but as Calum’s warm hand landed on your back and his lips found a part on your shoulder your relaxed more by his touch. He stood up from the floor in a search for your tooth brush, taking it from being placed in a glass next to his, watering it and putting toothpaste of it. You leaned away from the toilet as there was nothing left, letting out a deep sigh before your eyes landing up on Calum, him already looking down at you with a sympathetic look. He reached out for you to grab the toothbrush and a small smile formed on your lips as you grabbed it, happy that no matter how many times he had been through this, he would always be there 100% even though that meant that you would get so many knots in your hair after his messy attempts on a braid. “I love you so much.” You hugged him as you stood up before starting to brush your teeth.

Michael:

“Michael.” You groaned as you leaned onto the opposite of him, your hand flying to your mouth to prevent what else could be on the way. Michael leaned up on his elbows tiredly as he watched the time, 6AM illuminating from his nightstand and he turned his attention back to you, seeing your body starting to shake. His eyes widen as he realized what happened, his hand immediately grabbing the bucket standing next to the side of his bed, his movement fast as he turned you around on the side to lie in front of him, placing the bucket in front of your head, ready to let the content split out. You waited a few seconds, your stomach twitching as it started to hurt, your throat burning as the liquid left your mouth and started to fill up the bucket. Michael nuzzled his hand inside your T shirt on the smaller place on your back as you emptied your stomach, his warm hand feeling soothing as he constantly left pecks on your forehead. “I’m sorry you have to go through this.” He smiled sadly, leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek as you felt like you had finished. “But I promise it will be worth it in the end.” You formed a small smile by his words, your breathing being a light pant as your body was tired after working so many muscles. After finding out about the pregnancy, morning sickness had hit you hard. Being in week 9 was harsh when it came to it and you were already growing tired of it. “Before you know it, it’s gone.” “Easy for you to say, you aren’t experiencing it.” You growled with a smile, making him let out a soft giggle. “No, but I’m here to help you through this.” He said as he gestured to the bucket, it had not left his side since the first morning sickness, and it wouldn’t leave before it was over. “Only because I’m carrying your child.” You joked, leaning your head back against the pillow. “And because I love you.” He added as he grabbed the bucket, removing himself from the bed to stand up and head out towards the toilet. The sound of water hitting water appeared, soon following after a flush with the toilet, and water rinsing something off, Michael came back in with the bucket and placed it next to him. He laid back down on the bed, opening his arms for you to cuddle close to him, his hand never leaving as it started to draw patterns on your t shirt covered still flat stomach.

Ashton:

Ashton’s body started to stir in his sleep as a constant light kept on pointing directly towards his face, the lamp burning into his eyes making his eyebrows knit at first, but afterwards his eyes started to blink and squeeze, wakening up to the faint sound of a growl coming from the bathroom. He raised himself from the bed, the covers going from resting at his chest to down past his navel as he sat up on the madras, taking a look to his right side to see you nowhere, your duvet being pushed away. His feet dangled against the bed as his arms took a stretch above his head, a small groan leaving past his lips as he stood up, walking towards the noise from you at the bathroom. At first he was confused, the time being 4.AM and you had been feeling well the night before so what could be wrong was hard to conclude in his mind. The sight of you leaning against the toilet seat with your hair tied up in a messy bun, his t shirt clutching to your now sweaty body. He leaned against the doorframe with a mind-blowing smile on his face, crossing his arms as he stared down at you in awe. There was a pause at your vomit moments, making you look up by the feeling of a presence next to you. “Why in the world are you so happy?” You grumbled, turning your head to look at him with knitted eyebrows as you rested against the toilet seat. “Because this is so fucking great, it means that you’re progressing in the pregnancy.” He cheered, watching you with a massive smile as you started to vomit again, your stomach twitching and throat burning as you fought the urge not to let out tears. “I gotta take a selfie after this.” He joked as his hand rested on your back, drawing patterns to make sure that you were okay. “No selfies.” You mumbled as you finished the last vomit, acid being the only thing coming up now. You almost flipped Ashton to the cold tiles as you threw yourself onto his chest in exhaustion, his warm chest heating you up as you closed your eyes. “I’m just happy to experience this with you. There’s nobody else I’ve imagined doing this with.” He mumbled into your hair as he left kissed along your jaw and cheek, his arm sneaking under your calves as the other placed on your back, Ash stood up taking you with him as he carried you back towards the bed.