A/N: Non-Superhero AU

When Oliver got off work that day, he had a splitting headache. All he wanted to do was go home and sleep, but he remembered that he had plans with Barry in a few minutes. Him and Barry were going to Iris and Felicity's engagement party. So, he just powers through it and picks Barry up from work.

"How was your day?" Barry asked.

"Good." replied Oliver.

The two of them get to their apartment and get ready for the party. By the time they get to the party, Oliver's headache had gotten worse. But he was still determined to not let it get in the way of Barry having a great time.

"Barry, Oliver, thanks for coming." Iris said hugging them both.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Barry said giving his foster sister a kiss on the cheek.

Inside, loud music was playing...which did not help Oliver's headache at all. All through the night, Oliver smiles and laughs through the pain, hiding that he has a killer migraine. Unfortunately, he couldn't keep up the facade for long, and soon the migraine gets so bad that it makes the billionaire dizzy and nauseous.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." Oliver whispered to Barry.

"Okay." replied Barry.

When he gets to the bathroom, he sits on the toilet and tries to breathe through the nausea. His head hurts so bad that he wants to cry. Soon, his nausea becomes unbearable...he's gotta puke. What he didn't realize was that he forgot to lock the bathroom door. Because of that, Cisco walked in on him with his head in the toilet.

"Woah! Dude, are you okay?" Cisco asked surprised.

Oliver just groans in response, not wanting to speak. Cisco took that as a cue to leave.

"Barry!" Cisco called out when he went into the living room.

"What's up?" Barry asked him.

"Um, Oliver's in the bathroom puking his guts out. I think he's sick or something." Cisco told Barry.

Hearing this, Barry immediately makes his way to the bathroom.

"Oh, honey." Barry sighed sympathetically, seeing that Oliver was white as a sheet with his head resting on the toilet seat.

He crouches beside his boyfriend and feels his forehead, checking for a fever.

"Well, you don't have a fever. So, tell me what's wrong, Ollie." Barry said rubbing Oliver's back.

"M-migraine." whimpered Oliver pathetically.

"When did it start?" asked Barry.

"When I got off work." answered Oliver.

"Seriously, that long? Why didn't you tell me sooner!" Barry said, a little bit too loud, making Oliver wince.

"Oh, sorry, babe." he apologized.

Barry didn't like seeing Oliver so miserable, he had to get him out of here.

"Come on, we're going home, right now." Barry said trying to get Oliver to stand.

Once up, Oliver sways, but remains standing. Barry gets Oliver to the car, while saying goodbye to everyone else on the way out. He drives them home and gets Oliver settled on the couch with a fluffy blanket. Then he sits beside him and puts his head in his lap.

"Do you want me to rub your head?" Barry asked quietly and gently.

"Yeah." Oliver nodded.

After having his head rubbed for a while, Oliver's head starts to feel better.

"Wanna tell me why you didn't tell me about this earlier?" Barry questioned.

"Umm...well, I didn't want you to miss that party, and Iris really wanted you to be there." Oliver explained.

"Ollie, you're more important than any party, and Iris would've understood that you weren't feeling well." Barry replied.

"Next time you're feeling unwell, just tell me, okay?" he added.

"Okay." Oliver said snuggling more into his boyfriend.

Then, Barry continues to rub Oliver's head until he falls asleep. The forensic scientist lets his boyfriend use his lap as a pillow until it was time for bed.