Corbyn

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Jorbyn
3rd POV
Corbyn didn't get sick often, but on tours it became a pretty normal occurrence for one of the boys to come down with a cold or a stomach bug.
So when Corbyn woke up with a cold and fever, it wasn't a big surprise.

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"Corbyn babe, please get up!" Jonah called from the kitchen.

Up in his room, Corbyn was passed out in his bed, curled under a large amount of blankets and pillows. He didn't hear Jonah, but there wasn't really a way that he could, seeing as he was covered in 6 inches of fabric.

"Corbyn!" Jonah called again. He could really leave, because he was making breakfast for the other boys in the house.

"Daniel, can you go wake up Corbyn?" Jonah asked, taking a packet of bacon and maple syrup out of the fridge.

Daniel nodded, shoved a bite of pancake in his mouth, and ran upstairs. 

"Corncob, your boyfriend wants you!" Daniel rapped on Corbyn's door. "You awake? Breakfast is ready!"

Daniel opened Corbyn's door, where the blonde was snuggled up in one of Jonah's sweatshirts, asleep.

"Oh, that's adorable." Daniel murmured, snapping a quick picture. He put his phone away, and went over to the sleeping form.

"Bean... wake up dude..." Daniel shook Corbyn's body, trying to wake him up.

"Jo.." Corbyn mumbled in his sleep, reaching out to grab at something.

"Jo is downstairs, come on." Daniel said, leading Corbyn downstairs.

"Jojo.." Corbyn mumbled sleepily once he saw his boyfriend in the kitchen.

"Hi sweetheart, you ready for food?" Jonah smiled, pulling the blonde into his side. Corbyn nuzzled his face into Jonah's neck before whispering a "no."

~~~~~after breakfast~~~~~

Corbyn had again fallen asleep, this time in the living room.

"Corbyn..." Jonah sing-songed quietly, moving to sit next to the blonde on the couch. "Come 'ere."

Corbyn, half-asleep, moves himself onto Jonah's lap, the two of them curling up comfortably on the cushion.

"Hey," Jonah murmured, running his fingers through Corbyn's blonde hair. "You feeling okay?"

"Mmhm." Corbyn hummed, leaning into his boyfriend's touch.

"You feel kinda warm, babe..." Jonah pressed a hand to Corbyn's flushed cheek, feeling where it was warm.

"M' not sick." the blonde yawned. "I'm tired."

"Do you wanna cuddle upstairs?" Jonah asked, pulling a blanket over the two.

"Mmh.....no. Stay here." Corbyn was already half-asleep, and snoring softly.

Jonah really had no choice to do so otherwise, as he was trapped under his boyfriend.



Jonah had just started to dose off when he felt Corbyn move around.

"Stop moving..." Jonah groaned, closing his eyes again.

"Jo, you have to let me go." Corbyn almost whimpered.

At the blonde's voice, Jonah released his grip. Corbyn scrambled out from the blankets, and ran to the bathroom.

Jonah was too tired to comprehend why Corbyn left, so he just pulled the blankets back over himself and fell back asleep.

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