AN: Okay, so I was in the fluffy mood one day, but as I was looking through this I realized that it's not good by itself so this story is where I'm going to post all my random fluffy oneshots...cause I'd get pretty tired of having to put them all in an individual story, yeah, I'm lazy. Yeah, so here ya go!
HM is not mine...I'm flattered that you think that though ;)
Oliver looked around the stage nervously. He adjusted his headset and began to ask everyone where she was. He had no idea. Last time he saw her was about 2 hours ago and that was for their pre-gig makeout, that they usually had, but she declined. He hoped everything was okay.
"Lilly?" he said searching through all the closets, under the stage, and just about anywhere he thought she'd be.
"Rico, any idea where she is?" he asked the short, black haired nuisance.
"No! I don't know where your beloved chucklehead is! Now, I'm your manager…you listen to me and make papa some money." Rico said and smacked Oliver on the butt. Oliver ran far away from Rico still looking for her and trying to avoid butt smacks from his manager.
No one knows what Oliver was thinking when he hired Rico….he probably wasn't thinking. This is Oliver, remember.
"Any idea where my Lilly is?" he yelled to his band members, over the sound of their instruments.
"Nope." they all yelled back in unison.
"This isn't good." he mumbled to himself.
"Mr. Oken, we start in 20 minutes." the backstage coordinator yelled at him.
"Oliver Oken! Can you autograph this! I LOVE YOU!" a fangirl shouted and thrusted a piece of paper towards him.
"Not. Right. Now." he shouted and slipped out of the fangirls about to attack him with demands and ran away to find her.
"PLEASE TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, WERE GOING TO GET MARRIED!" another fangirl shouted and he ran even harder to find her.
"Oliver, we need you for a quick practice." the drummer shouted to him over all the current backstage mayhem.
"No, I have to find her! Leave me alone!" he shouted and opened the door to the room he claimed his on this gig.
He claimed this one because of the big red couch, that he thought him and Lilly would enjoy, and the mini fridge. No one else's had a red couch or a mini fridge.
He went inside and found Lilly lying on the couch, looking the palest/grayish he'd ever seen anyone. He sat on the edge of the couch and put his hand against her cheek and then forehead.
"Lilly," he whispered, "you're burning up."
"No." she fought, "I'm c-cold." she said wrapping her arms around him and shivering once she felt his warmth.
"When did you start feeling bad, Lilly-Pop?" he asked running his fingers through her hair.
"When you came and picked me up." she said looking deep into his brown eyes.
"Why did you come, if you felt so bad?" he asked.
"I haven't missed one of your gigs. I'm not gonna start now." she said unwrapping herself from him.
"Are you not cold anymore?" he asked referring to how she'd uncoiled her tight grip on him.
"No, I'm still cold. That was just very uncomfortable." she stated, "Can you hand me that blanket over there, Ollie?" she asked. He got up off the couch and grabbed the black blanket that was lying near the mini fridge, and tucked her in it.
"And about my gig, that was stupid. I want you to feel well not be guilted into coming to see me."
"I want to support you, honey." she smiled and then began to cough.
"You want something to drink, Lils?" he asked and she nodded in response, as her coughing fit continued.
He grabbed a bottled Sprite for her, knowing it would help calm her stomach.
"How'd you know my stomach hurt?" she asked looking at the drink he'd brought to her. She brought it up to her lips and drank it feeling it hit her stomach and calm the storm in there.
"I just know, babe." he chuckled.
She sniffled a bit and then grabbed a box of tissues that was near her and blew her nose.
"This is sexy isn't it?" she asked looking around at the blanket on her and the box of tissues next to her.
"Oh yeah." he moaned, "So much, I might have to cancel." he smiled mischievously.
"NO! Don't do that. Rico and you have worked so hard to secure this place." she pleaded with him. Lilly was not about to let Oliver cancel just for her when he'd worked so hard to get up to this point of fame and been able to get gigs.
"But my baby needs me." he fought with her.
"No I—"she began and then went for a mad dash to the bathroom, and began to throw up violently in the toilet. Naturally, Oliver followed her. He held her hair back with one hand and with the other wet a washcloth in the sink right beside him. Once she was done she slipped the hair tie off her wrist and pulled her hair into a loose ponytail. Oliver handed her the toothbrush she was looking for and she squeezed the toothpaste onto it and then she brushed the acidic taste out of her mouth.
"If you're this sick, we're going home." he said as they both plopped onto the couch and Lilly rewrapped herself into the blanket. Oliver placed the wet washcloth on her forehead.
"No. Listen to me: I'll feel better, you just go on stage and sing loud so I can hear you from here." she smiled at him.
"I won't be able to sing at all thinking of my Lilly-Pop sick." he said and kissed her cheek.
"Oliver, you have to." she pleaded more.
"No." he said firmly closing the subject, "Now are you still cold?" he asked.
"Yes, this blanket doesn't cut it." she said rubbing her fingers between the thin fibers.
"The Ollie Trolley has the heat on." he smirked and pulled her into his lap. She rested her head on his shoulder and then grabbed the blanket and placed it on top of them. He wrapped his loving arms around her and held her close to him.
"I love you." he whispered quietly.
"I love you too." she smiled, "I'd kiss you, but I don't think you'd want to get sick right now."
"Sometimes you're just too irresistible. You know that?" he placed his face into her hair and inhaled the scent of apples that stained her and then kissed her neck.
"I wish you'd leave though, I want to hear you sing. Cause you're really good, and I feel like I'm holding you back, Ollie." she sighed.
"I'm not going to be out there when you are all alone back here." he stated to her, "You just fall asleep, okay?" he said pulling her tightly to him and kissing her forehead.
"Ollie-Pop, I'm fine. You need to sing. You need to make a bunch of people happy and not just me."
"But Lilly, babe, all I want to do is make you happy." he smiled and kissed her neck again
He began to quietly singing the song he was supposed to sing on stage in a couple of minutes.
"My favorite song…you spoil me." she giggled lightly her eyes closing as he continued the soft lullaby.
Her tired eyes began to close and she drifted off, smiling in her sleep. He stroked her hair and placed light kisses on her face. As soon as his eyes were beginning to close and meet sleep the door, soundproof to the loudness of the gig, opened abruptly having all the commotion being heard as well. His drummer and guitarist looking at him in the door and then yelled, "Come on! We're starting!"
He glanced at Lilly lying on top of him, curled up with him and then looked up at them, whispering "She's sick. Gig is canceled." They rolled their eyes and muttered quietly to each other something about him being whipped, but then smiled at him and said, "Hope she feels better, dude." They left closing the door and went to tell Rico what all had happened.
Oliver put his head on the couch and curled up closer to her, stroking her soft blonde hair with his fingers.
"I love you, baby. Feel better." he said and kissed the top of her burning head. He sang quietly for her and only her.
He began to close his tired eyes and join her in dream land, where they dreamt about a heavenly place with no sickness and that place was wrapped tightly in each other's arms.
AN: Sticky sweet!, hopefully something we'll be seeing in Judge Me Tender, but if not we've got time and Fanfic so we'll be okay! THANKS FOR READING!
GOD BLESS
~IheartORANGE~
