Chapter Six

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"Im sick!" I squeal. Taylor covers her ears to block out my annoying high pitch.
"Okay. Okay. I Dont wanna get sick so I'm leaving. Sorry, you're still beautiful."
I pout and it turns into coughing fits. She's gone before I can even recover. Me and Zayn text back and fourth, tiring me out. I flick through TV channels and it wears my eyes down. The dorm door bust open, scaring me shitless. Chris has bags and a little traveling oven. I'm not even surprised. I can't argue or force him to leave as he gives me soup and medicine. Its warm and makes my throat feel better. Zayn and my mom call me, I send them to voicemail as I doze in and out of sleep.
"Chris ..you're an angel..I love you.."

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