Ashton- Stumbling out of Ashton and I’s shared bedroom, I coughed slightly, placing my hand to my temple, trying to decrease the amount of stars I saw. My head was practically spinning.
"(Y/N), you look awful! you should go back to bed" Ashton rushed off the couch, helping you stand upright.
"But I don’t want to go to bed. I’m not tired" I pouted.
He thought for a moment. “Okay, come with me. I will make you some soup”.
He placed his large hand on the small of my back, guiding me towards the kitchen, but on the way, I felt my eyes roll back into my head, and I felt myself falling backwards, luckily into Ashton’s safe arms.