Chapter 1: Sick
I do not own Pretty Little Liars, just wanted to say that (: And I do not in any way shape or form own Ian Harding or Lucy Hale! They have their own lives! Okay always read and review!
Lucy's POV:
I was on my way to work, and I felt horrible. My head ached, my throat hurt, and I just felt sick. The good thing was that today was just a table read and a fitting, no scenes being shot. I had to be there at 11, but the table read wasn't until 2. As I pulled into Warner Brother's Studios, I saw HIM, Ian Harding. He was getting out of his car, and smiled at me. I forced my best fake smile at him, but I guess he could tell something was wrong.
When I got out of my car, Ian came to greet me,
"Hello wittle Wucy." Ian said in his baby voice.
"Hey buddy," I said trying not to sound sick.
"You alright, you sound a little weird." He asked. Oh God, he was already catching on.
"I'm fine," I lied, "I just woke up, so I still have morning voice." I said casually. He nodded, and we walked into the studio together.
At 12:30, everyone was out getting lunch. Shay, Ashley and Troian were all at Starbucks, and asked if I wanted to come. I said I wasn't hungry, and just stayed in my dressing room. I was getting bored and feeling worse by the minute, so I decided to visit Ian. I slowly walked down to his dressing room and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, Ian opened it.
"Hey Luce," he said sweetly, "want to come in?" he asked. I nodded, and walked inside. He shut the door and sat down on his couch. "So, what's up?" he asked.
And that's when it happened. All my sick feelings of the day caught up to me. "I…" was all I could manage to say before running into his bathroom, throwing up in his toilet.
"Luce," was all he had to say. He came over, and was rubbing my back gently. After I was finished, I slumped down on the floor. "Hey," he said softly, "you want to tell me what's wrong?" he asked. I sighed.
"I think I'm sick." I said. Ian laughed,
"Well, considering you just threw up in my bathroom… I'd have to say the same thing." He said. I smiled weakly.
"Ian, I don't feel good." I moaned. Ian cupped his hand on my cheek,
"I know, I know. Just try to relax." I leaned into his cool touch. After a few minutes Ian wrapped his arms around my torso and picked me up bridal style. "I think someone needs to lay down." He said. He carried me to his couch, and set me down.
"Wait, Ian?" I asked.
"Hmm?"
"Lay with me." I said weakly. Ian sighed, and got back on the couch. He leaned back, so I could lay my head on his chest. Once I did, he put his other arm around me. I listened to his heartbeat. It was beating fast.
2 hours later
I looked at the clock, and it said 2:45. Shit, wasn't the table read at 2? "Ian," I said, "wasn't the table read today?"
"Don't worry; I called Marlene while you were sleeping. I told her you were sick, and that I was taking care of you. She said not to worry about it, and that whenever you felt better you could come back."
I smiled. He really was always looking out for me. "Thank you," I whispered. He smiled, and put his hand to my forehead.
"Well, it seems your fever has gone down, do you feel like you're going to be sick again?" he asked
I shook my head, "I feel a lot better than I did 2 hours ago, that's for sure." I smiled.
Then, Ian smiled. "Well I'm certainly glad to hear that."
And then I couldn't take it anymore. I sat up, put my hand on Ian's face and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, for everything. You're the most amazing friend I could ever have."
Ian smiled, "You are quite welcome." He kissed the top of my head, "Now, go back to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."
I smiled, and laid my head back against his chest. Today could not have been anymore perfect.
A/N thank you for reading! Once again I do NOT own Ian Harding or Lucy Hale, and this is just for fun! Please Review and Rate, because this is my first fan fiction, so criticism is welcome!
Hannah (: