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-Felix Catton x reader

{Felix finds you curled up in your dorm room with a terrible cold}

Enjoy my lovelies! 💕

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You’ve locked yourself up in your dorm room for what feels like weeks now, cooped up and all stuffy. It feels like you’re going stir crazy as you stare at the same four walls all day, but you know you can’t go out, not until you’ve gotten over your cold.

Felix has been ringing you nonstop and there are only so many excuses you can come up with before he starts to get a little suspicious. It’s now the third day that you’ve tried dodging his calls, texting him back with the same ‘I’ve got revising to do’ excuse and in all honesty he was starting to get fed up.

Maybe that’s why you’re not entirely surprised when he walks into your dorm room with a frown, his eyebrows pulled together as he closes the door behind him with a huff.

You lift your head up from the pillow with a soft groan, regretting giving him that spare key, before laying back down. His expression immediately softens as he walks over to the sight of you hiding your face behind your bedsheets.

“Felix… I’m busy” you mumble from behind the covers as he scoffs softly, you feel your bed dip slightly as he takes a seat beside you. His hands tug the covers away from your face as he tries to get a better look at you in your state of sickness.

You press your face against the pillows, still trying to hide yourself from his concerned gaze. “Yeah, you look really busy” he chuckles sarcastically as the back of his fingers graze against your jawline.

Winter has completely kicked your ass, despite the fact that Felix was always making sure that you were wearing the thickest of coats, wrapping you up in scarves and hats and making sure to get you warm drinks.

“Come on, look at me angel” He whispers softly, his fingers curling around your jaw. He holds your face in his hand as he tilts your head away from the pillow to look up at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were poorly?” He asks with a soft frown, his brown eyes full of worry. A sigh escapes your lips as his hand gently caresses your cheek. Your skin feels feverish and yet there’s a certain chill that you just can’t seem to shake.

You sniffle before sitting up with the help of Felix as he pulls the pillow up so you can rest comfortably against the headboard. “Look at the state of me… I look horrible,” you mumble with a hoarse voice, your eyes flickering down to your hands as you fiddle with a loose thread of your jumper.

Felix immediately shakes his head with a hum of disagreement. “You do not look ‘horrible’ you’re just feeling a little under the weather” he says as he presses his lips together trying to stop himself from laughing.

Your bottom lip juts out slightly as you look up at him whilst he tries to stifle the smirk that teeters at the corners of his mouth. “You’re such a shit lair… don’t laugh at me,” you say with a scratchy voice, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Alright, you look a tad rough but I wouldn’t say you look ‘horrible’” He says as you shake your head softly at the way he chuckles. You look up at him as he tucks your hair behind your ear and you can’t help but lean into the warmth of his palm.

Felix presses a kiss to your forehead, “Still my pretty girl” he whispers so sweetly that it completely melts your heart. His thumb caresses the space just under your eye as he admires you with his honeyed gaze.

His expression changes as you let out a painful cough, the soreness in the back of your throat causes your eyes to water ever so slightly. Felix soothes your back with his hand as he reaches over to your bedside table for your water bottle.

“Thank you” you mumble before taking a few small sips whilst he continues to rub your back, his palm lying flat against the back of your shoulders.

He hated this, the way your voice was so pained and how your cough sounded so croaky. The worst of it all was the look in your eyes, you seemed so exhausted.

“Just take it easy baby… you’re okay” he whispers softly as you rest your head against his shoulder with a soft huff, his hand settling against the small of your back.

He shuffles to sit beside you on the bed, resting against the headboard as he opens his arms out for you with a sweet smile. You shake your head with a sound of protest, “You can’t… you’ll get sick” you huff with a hoarse voice.

Felix doesn’t listen to your words or how your hand tries to weakly push him away, instead, he shakes his head with a smirk, “I don’t get sick.” He says with a certain confidence in his tone that makes you roll your eyes.

You glance back over to his welcoming arms, he looks so soft and warm with his jumper and loving smile that you give in and practically collapse against his chest. A soft sigh of relief escapes you as he brushes his fingers through your hair.

“Tell me next time you’re sick… I don’t mind looking after you” He whispers softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as his fingers idly trace patterns against your back.

He smiles to himself when you nod your head against his chest, the soft fabric of his jumper brushing against your cheek. “I will… promise” you mumble with a croaky voice, soon drifting off to sleep in his arms.

Felix would eventually wake you up with soft kisses giving you some cough medicine and food, along with vapour rub he swears is magic for your sinuses. He’d spend the next two days practically glued to your side and in all honesty you can’t complain.