5SOS BLURBS

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Even though it was your birthday, you couldn’t help the empty feeling in your chest because your boyfriend Calum wasn’t there this year, the first time since you have been together that you wouldn’t be seeing each other on your birthday. Even though he sent you a long message this morning and face timed you that afternoon, it just wasn’t the same. You wanted him to hold you, and you wanted to celebrate with him, no one else. You were sitting on your couch watching Friends re-runs when someone knocked on your door, you weren’t surprised, many of your apartment neighbors dropped by to tell you happy birthday. You sigh as you open the door, but when you look up and see a grinning Cal wearing a party hat and carrying a small cupcake with a candle you can’t help but explode with joy. You drag him inside, set the cupcake down and tackle him, tears leaking from your eyes. “I can’t believe your here!” You shout with joy, squeezing him tight with all your limbs. “Happy birthday, baby.” He smirks, locking his lips with yours.

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Julia Hemmings came home a little past eleven that night. Luke, waiting up for his seventeen year old daughter to get back from her date, was scanning through channels and trying to stay awake. When he heard the door open and close and heard the soft sniffling noises coming from her, he jumped to his feet and rushed to the front door where she stood. “Julia, what happened?” he spoke softly so as not to make her more upset. She didn’t say anything, just held her hand up to show her father the little diamond ring on her finger. Luke’s jaw dropped, there was no way his little girl was engaged this young. “Daddy I made a mistake.” Julia whimpered.

Luke took her by the hand gently and led her to the couch. There she spilled the details of everything that happened that night. Her boyfriend of about eight months had given her the ring that night and asked her to marry him. Of course they knew they were too young for it now, but she had agreed and they were engaged. “But on the way home tonight I felt more and more sick to my stomach. I know I’m too young for this, what do I do dad?“ Julia finished her story as more tears fell down her cheeks. Luke rubbed her arm to comfort her and gave her a small smile, "There’s nothing wrong with changing your mind, you and your boyfriend are too young to be making this decision now. You have plenty of time to grow up and decide later. You can think about it and call him tomorrow and talk about it.” Julia sniffled as she tried to calm down and take in her father’s words, “Thanks dad, I know I’m not ready for this.” Luke smiled and kissed her on the forehead, “Good, you’re my little princess and I don’t want you to grow up yet.” She rolled her eyes but inside she was thankful to still be her father’s little girl. “Go get some rest, and you can have this talk with your mother in the morning.” Luke told her, laughing at her expression at the thought of telling her mother. He hugged her one last time and made his way to bed, groaning internally at the fact that his little princess was growing up.

After twenty minutes of waiting, you, the nurse, were sent out holding little girl Clifford’s hand to take her back to her father. “She has food poisoning, nothing serious, just an upset stomach for a couple days and she should be back to normal.” You told Michael. He scooped his daughter into his arms and you watched the stress of the night melt off his face. “Thank you nurse (y/n), I was panicking.” He admitted with a shy grin while he rubbed his tired daughter’s back as she laid her head on his shoulder. He nudged her gently with his hand on her arm, “Say think you to miss (y/n).” You smiled as her small voice told you thank you. Michael stared at you for another moment like he was trying to find the words to say something but it couldn’t come out. He then left with his daughter falling asleep on his shoulder and you got back to work in the now quiet hospital.

Two days later you received a card at your work with the words written inside, “Thank you for the other night, my princess is all better now. I didn’t think it was right to ask you that night, but I think you’re really pretty and if you want to let me take you out to dinner one night, here’s my number.” You blushed and put the number in your phone, determined to call once your shift was over.

The blankets soon had you feeling much better and the shivering finally stopped but you didn’t want to emerge from your cocoon just yet, “Hey Ash, can you make some hot cocoa and that soup your mom told us about? I’m hungry.” Ashton didn’t hesitate to leave his spot at your feet on the couch and rush to the kitchen to get what you wanted. Anything his sick princess wanted, she would get.

“Yea babe I have the reservations made already. Don’t worry, this is my gift to you on our anniversary and I want you to relax and enjoy- Achoo!” Luke sneezed as he spoke to you on the phone, for the fourth time. You winced at the loud noise in your ear and rolled your eyes, “Luke are you sure you’re okay? I can hear you sniffling. It’s okay to celebrate our anniversary on another night.” “No, I want to celebrate tonight, I’m fine (y/n) I promise.” he stated and you sighed in defeat. “I’ll be home in no more than an hour, then we can get ready and go.” Luke said. You agreed and said your goodbyes, you leaving your phone on the bed as you went to get ready for your big night.

An hour later, Luke comes staggering into your home. His head was stopped up and he couldn’t stop coughing. He could hear the shower going upstairs and he thought he had a minute to rest, so he spread out on the couch and closed his eyes, wondering why he would get sick on today of all days.

You came downstairs a few minutes later since you had heard him come in, stopping in your tracks as you took in the sights and sounds in front of you. Poor Luke was coughing again, his head bent over as he struggled to breathe through his stuffy nose and control the coughs forcing their way out of him. “Okay we are not going out tonight.” you announced, making him aware of your presence. He looked up at you apologetically, “I’m so sorry princess. I feel awful about missing our anniversary.” You shook your head with a small smile and gave him a look, “I’ll cancel the reservations and you get your sick butt into bed while I make soup. We will celebrate our anniversary with soup and a how I met your mother marathon.” Luke grinned, standing from his position and blowing you a kiss as he made his way towards the bedroom, “I have the best wife ever.”

It was 2 am and you awoke to sharp pokes to your side and arm. As you came to your senses you heard his rough voice whispering in the darkness of your bedroom, “(y/n) my throat hurts again.” You groaned, turning over and away from him, “Michael the medicine is on the bathroom counter. Go take some and go back to sleep.” You could almost hear the pout in his voice as he whined, “But you know the amount and everything, can you get it?” You let out a loud sigh as you grudgingly left your warm bed and got his medicine.

He sighed in relief as he swallowed the medicine and plopped back down in bed, sleepily mumbling a thank you. You placed the little measuring cup on the nightstand beside him and crawled back in bed. “You take such good care of me (y/n), I’m very lucky.” He admitted with a smile as he kissed you on the nose and cuddled as close as humanly possible to you. “You are a lucky man Mikey,” you giggled, “but just so you know, next time I get sick, you are in for it.”

A week later you were able to make good on your promise to him. You caught his cold and Michael waited on you hand and foot as you got better.