Band One-Shots {VOL. 1 COMPLETE}

Steve Clark -@KatieStroud

"How you feeling, my love?" you asked the sick Steve as he sat in a chair, playing his guitar.

He wanted to practice this new song that his band had wrote, but he was super sick.

He should've been in bed so that he could sleep off his fever and all that, but he refused, because he wanted this down for his band.

He coughed, "I'm alright." he said.

You felt his forehead, and it was burning, with light sweat on it.

"Sweetheart... Put the guitar down..." you said, slowly taking the guitar form his grasp.

"Come to bed." you said, you pulled him up and walked him to the bedroom, laying him in bed.

He fell asleep within seconds.

You immediately went on your way to make him some soup, some toast, some juice and anything else you think he could stomach that would make him better.

An hour or two later, You walked in with the tray of food and drink to see that he was awake, he didn't look nearly as bad as he did when he was sitting in that chair.

"Hey." he smiles at you, sitting up.

"Hey, how you feeling? I made you some food." You say, setting the tray next to him.

"A lot better. Thanks!" He said, slowly beginning to dig into the food.

He ate it all rather quickly, and you knew that he was on the road to recovery.

~A few days later~

Steve still felt a little warm, but he was practically no longer sick, and he was up and running.

He had nailed down the parts of the song that he needed to and was quite happy.

"Y/N!" he shouted.

"Yeah?" you asked, jogging into the room.

"Come here!" he laughed, standing up.

You walked over and immediately he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

"Thank you for taking care of me!" he says, shaking you lightly back and forth.

"No problem," you laughed.

"It's my job. Now you can play that gig without a stumble." you said, scruffing his blonde hair.

"Yeah, which you'll be sitting front row in, or backstage, whichever you'd prefer." he smiled his wonderful toothy grin.

"Whatever's available." you smile.

He gave you a kiss.

"Lunch?" he asked.

"Sure." you smiled.

"Where ever you want." he smiled grabbing his coat off the couch.

You loved his post sick times, he was intensely happy after he got better from a cold.

You loved it so much, and you loved him so much.