Long days often resulted in a tired mind. After a whole day of school you felt your body weaken in the travel back to your home. Your nose got stuffed and by the time you were home you wanted nothing else then to crawl into bed and sleep it off. But you weren't the only one rooming around in that house. As you opened the door and walked into the apartment you got immediately greeted by Marco walking with a bowl of popcorn ... movie night, like every Friday.

'Hey babe.' He greeted you, placing the bowl down before the tv. 'I have everything for movie,' He turned around and fell silent on you tired face as you let your bag lower down on the table. 'You alright?' He asked, slowly walking over to stand still before you. He laid his hands on your sides and you knocked your head in on his chest with a deep sign.

'Can we maybe skip movie night?' You asked, smiling as he wrapped his hands tighter around you.

'Tired?'

'Getting a cold.' You muttered, taking in his smell with a soft smile.

'Early in bed?' He guessed stroking his hands over your arms up until he cupped his face. You looked up and signed again, slowly nodding.

'Nice to see you by the way.' You greeted him. He chuckled, placing a kiss on your forehead.

'Go to bed.' He smiled tenderly. You smiled, pulling yourself loose from him before walking over to your room. 'I'm gonna just watch movies on my own then.' He said after you.

'Don't do this Marco,'

'I'm kidding, I'm coming right behind you.' He winked. And that right there, made you already feel a little better.

The whole night was coughing and restless sleeping. And every time you woke up he was still there laying aside you as you barked him awake half the time. It was somewhere after midnight that you looked aside to him to finally catch him sleeping. You sneaked out of bed, took the spare blanket and pillow and went sleeping on the couch to give him at least some rest. It wasn't much better there but at least he could sleep. When you opened your eyes again after countless times the first thing your noticed what the sweet smell of honey and tea. You turned your head and looked over to the tv table, smiling tired as you saw the damping tea with honey standing. You stretched your arm, feeling how weak your body felt as you slowly sat up looking for Marco.

'You didn't had to do that.' He walked from out of the kitchen, nodding to the couch.

'Morning.' You coughed and he handed you the tea.

'You didn't had to do that.' You said, taking over the tea from him. He placed some boxes of medication on the table before he sat down aside you. 'You already went to the store?' You asked, slurping from the tea that was of perfect temperature. His hand rested on your one shoulder and softly stroke his fingers over it.

'I got everything you need to survive, all the favorits.'

'I'm not deadly ill.'

'Let me take care of you Y/n.' He protested with a concern smile.

'Soon you are sick to.'

'Then we are sick together.' He chuckled, stretching out over the couch. You looked aside to him, drinking your tea in thoughts. You placed it aside, turning around to lay back, your head in his lap. He laid his hand on your body and you muttered something that made him laugh.

'You don't have to stay with me, I can handle that cold on my own.' You said, turning your head to look up to him. His fingers wove through your hair and it literary eased you headache. You closed your eyes, humming in enjoyment.

'We can watch silly movies, eat way to healthy food and lay on the couch all day, sounds good?' He announced. You opened your eyes and looked up to his amazing good looking face.

'Sounds amazing, you are the best, I love you.' You confessed, you confessed way to much these days.