Requested by MyMischeifisManaged: Tom gets sick, so Y/N takes care of him and cooks for him.

My eyes fluttered open slowly, my body being pulled out of sleep as I could hear Tom coughing behind me. My eyebrows furrowed, my boyfriend sounding like he was coughing his guts up as the noises woke me from sleep. I looked over my shoulder, my eyes widening slightly as Tom was standing up and getting dressed, his fist against his mouth as he continued to cough.

"Tommy, you're not going to work, are you?" I scoffed, finally alerting my boyfriend to the fact that I was awake as he looked at me.

"Course I am, why wouldn't I be, love?" He chuckled, though still coughing as he pulled a shirt on.

"Maybe because you've been coughing your guts up for the last five minutes? You sound like you're getting sick." I gulped as I sat up in bed and looked at him.

"I'm fine, darling, I probably just need something to drink." He shrugged.

"Seriously, babe, you have to work very physically hard on that set, it's not a good idea if you're ill." I shook my head.

"I'll be fine, sweetheart, I promise. I've got to go, but I love you." He nodded as he leant over the bed and kissed my forehead.

"Mhm. Love you too. Take it easy today." I sighed reluctantly as he grabbed his phone and wallet.

"I always do." He smiled cheekily before leaving the room, making me chuckle and shake my head as he left the room.

I stood in the kitchen, my eyes glued to the vegetables that I was cutting as I sliced through them with the knife. Suddenly, I heard the front door open and close, making me look up. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. After all, it was way too early for Tom to be home from work, so either we were about to get burgled, or my boyfriend was home hours early for a reason that was yet to reveal itself to me.

"Hello?" I called out.

"It's me, love." My eyes widened, my mouth falling open at the state of Tom as he slumped into the kitchen.

"Oh my god, what happened to you?!" I exclaimed, my boyfriend's pale skin caked in sweat and his eyes drooping as I rushed to him.

"I got a lot sicker, a lot quicker." He nodded as I gently took his arms and led him to the kitchen table so that he could sit down before he collapsed.

"Tommy, I love you, but you look like shit-and oh my god, you're really burning up." I gulped, his forehead hotter than the sun as I pressed the back of my hand to it.

"I feel it, too. The flu has been making its way around the set in the last week, and Jon was doing everything that he could to make sure that Zendaya, Jacob and I didn't get it, because that would obviously stunt filming. Though, it hasn't worked. All three of us are sick, so we all got sent home." He coughed as he looked down. I sighed and bit my lip, my heart hating seeing my boyfriend so sick and in pain.

"Come on, we better get you into bed. You're not going to get any better sitting here." I sighed as I put my arm around his waist, and he put his arm over my shoulder so that I could help him to get up.

"I'm expecting that 'I told you so' any second, by the way, you did tell me not to go in this morning." He chuckled weakly as I walked him through to our bedroom and sat him down on our bed. I gave him a small smile as I pulled his t-shirt over his head, even his torso and abs pale and wet with sweat from him being sick.

"I'd be a shitty girlfriend if I said it before you get better, so I'll wait." I teased, making him smile tiredly as I also pulled his jeans off.

"Try and sleep, Tommy. I'll call your mum to send me that recipe for that soup that you like, but just sleep for now." I nodded as he lay down in the bed and I put the covers over his shivering and yet also red-hot body.

"Thank you, darling." He mumbled, his eyes closed before his head even hit the pillow as he immediately fell asleep. I sighed and cupped his cheek before standing back up. I hated seeing Tom so sick and in pain, but now there was nothing more that I could do apart from look after him. And so that was what I'd do.

I cautiously carried the bowl of soup towards our bedroom, being careful not to tip it in any way and therefore accidentally spill it as I gently pushed the bedroom door open.

"Tommy?" I called out tentatively as I walked in to see his back facing me, meaning that I couldn't see if he was awake or asleep.

"Y-yeah." He responded quietly.

"Do you feel like eating, babe? I made the soup that your mum makes for you." I nodded as I grabbed a chair and put it next to the bed before sitting down. My boyfriend's eyes fluttered open and glanced at me as I sat down.

"Yeah, I c-could eat." He replied, his body shaking and shivering as he forced himself to rest up on his elbows. I dipped the spoon into the soup before raising it to his mouth. He leant forward and ate it, a sigh of relief coming from his lips as his eyes fluttered shut.

"Mhm, that tastes just like how mum makes it." He hummed as I pulled the spoon away, making me smile and bite my lip as I dipped the spoon in again.

"Do you feel any better?" I asked quietly as he leant forward and took the spoon into his mouth again.

"No. If anything, I feel like I'm getting progressively worse." He mumbled, making me sigh and look at him as he swallowed the food before lying back again.

"I'm not surprised, Tommy, it's only the first day that you're sick. Today will be hell but then you'll start getting better from tomorrow." I reassured.

"God, I hope so." He chuckled weakly before turning his head to look at me.

"Sorry that you have to do this, love. I feel so weak and pathetic lying in bed, shivering and being useless whilst my girlfriend feeds me." He sighed.

"Don't be sorry, Tommy. You're sick, of course you're too weak to do anything else, but that doesn't make you pathetic or anything. Not to mention that I don't mind doing it. I love you, so of course I'm going to look after you." I nodded.

"Well, thank you, I love you for it. If you get sick from this, I'll look after you too." he smiled weakly, making me chuckle and shake my head as I gently took his hand into mine.

I sat on the chair next to the bed, my head resting on my arm against the bedside table and my eyes glued to Tom as my other hand gently patted his forehead with a damp cloth. I moved my hand to dip the cloth back into the bowl of cool water before pressing it back to the boy's forehead, a small smile on my lips as he sighed in relief at the feeling. His eyes fluttered open again to look at me, making me bite my lip and give him a small smile.

"Hey. Welcome back to the land of the living." I teased quietly, making him chuckle weakly as his eyes fluttered.

"How long was I asleep for?" He whispered. I looked at my watch.

"Damn. Three hours. And that's after the fourteen hours that you've already slept since you got home." I nodded.

"Fuck. You must need sleep by now too, sweetheart, it's dark outside, it must be late." He continued to quietly speak.

"I could sleep, I guess. But I'm not leaving you." I shook my head. He looked at me.

"Can we cuddle? Please?" He whispered. I sighed and looked at him.

"You pinky-promise to look after me if I catch this from you?" I checked as I held up my pinky finger.

"Of course I do, darling." He smiled, making me chuckle and shake my head as he weakly wrapped his pinky finger around mine.

"Okay. Yeah, we can cuddle." I nodded as I stood up and walked around to my side of the bed.

"Thank you." He sighed, his face wincing slightly as he turned around in the sheets so that he'd be facing me. I climbed into the bed and faced away from him before scooting back so that my back was against his chest. I lay down fully, Tom sighing out as he curled his arm over my waist before nuzzling his face into my hair.

"Urgh, you feel so nice and cool." He mumbled.

"And you feel all hot and sweaty." I teased, making him quietly laugh into my ear.

"Sorry." He chuckled.

"It's okay, Tommy, I don't mind. Try to get some more sleep, your body needs all of the rest that it can get." I spoke.

"Okay, love. Thanks for looking after me. I love you." He replied quietly, his voice getting softer telling me that he was once again falling asleep.

"It's okay, Tommy. I love you too, sleep well." I mumbled, my boyfriend gently sighing into my neck before his arm went limp around my waist to tell me that he was asleep. I closed my eyes and snuggled back more into his chest, my body also getting tired from the long day of having looked after Tom as I also gently drifted to sleep in his sick but yet still loving arms.