Author's note: This one is slightly longer, and from Granatire's pov. Hope you like it!
(Italics are thoughts)
R&R :)
Grantaire smiled as he drove them the mile an a half to uni.
His new plan of action was going well.
He'd tried every crazy scheme he could think of to get Enjolras to notice him, so he was finally resorted to being nice.
It had taken a lot of effort to get up that early and be considerate, but hey, Apollo was worth it!
They pulled into the student car park, just inside the campus gates.
As they walked to the lecture hall, Grantaire noticed Enjolras didn't look so good.
Dammit Grantaire, you aren't his fucking mother.
Or boyfriend.
Yet.
The lecture hall was almost full. Grantaire had to admit, he did find all this history shit interesting, it was just the dumb-ass professors that made it sound really boring.
Enjolras normally revelled in all of this, but today he looked as though he was struggling to stay awake.
A small bead of perspiration formed on his forehead and slipped down his face.
God, he even looks gorgeous now.
Oh shit.
The lecturer had started asking questions.
"Yeah, you, with the red. What can you tell me of the relationship between Orestes and Pylades?"
He was addressing Enjolras, who ran a hand nervously through his yellow curls.
Screw it, would it be so awful to song his face off right now?
"Err, well, it's one of mutual love and admiration?"
The lecturer nodded, apparently convinced of Enjolras's concentration, and began questioning another student.
Relief showed in every perfect line on Enjolras's face.
"Hey, what's up? You normally go on for hours about those two?"
Enjolras shrugged "I'm fine, I just need a drink. Of water"
He corrected, seeing the hopeful look on Grantaire's face.
After lunch, (which consisted of Joly hovering over Enjolras, trying to take his temperature) they had another lecture.
Grantaire was really starting to worry about Enjolras now. He hadn't eaten much at lunch, or spoken up when Combeferre mentioned a protest march against shale gas.
When the decidedly more boring lecture was half-way through, Enjolras suddenly put his coat on.
"Going somewhere? Grantaire inquired. "No, I'm just really cold"
Cold? It's only a million degrees in here!
"Are you sure you're al right?" "Yes Taire, I'm fine!"
Shit, he called me Taire.
When what seemed like an eternity was over, the lecture finished.
Enjolras started walking towards the adjacent hall.
"Woah, where do you think you're going?" Grantaire stopped him "You look like crap, I'm taking you home"
"Grantaire, don't be stupid, I'm fine!" He didn't look it, he was pale, sweating slightly and didn't look too steady on his feet.
"God-dammit Enjolras, do I have to refer you to the room-mate agreement?"
The room-mate agreement was something Enjolras had insisted on drawing up the previous year, after Grantaire had invited Courfeyrac And Friends to a party at their apartment the former had known nothing about until they'd all turned up with a crate of tequila.
All the same, Enjolras still argued all the way to the car.
Grantaire texted Combeferre
taking apollo home, he's fallen :)
He grinned as he got the reply
Don't have too much fun with that ;)
By the time they arrived back at their flat, Enjolras really didn't look well.
Refraining from calling Joly, in case he came over, Grantaire settled for googling the symptoms.
Huh, brain cancer or liver disease. I forgot the internet was full of crap.
He called Combeferre.
"So you aren't getting it on then? Why not!?
"Shut up, I need your help"
"Oh crap, what did you do?"
"Stop it! It's just..."
"Just?"
"Enjolras is sick and I don't know how to look after him..."
Combeferre burst out laughing.
"So this is your new plan then! Where ever did you get a nurses uniform to fit you?"
Grantaire hung up.
His phone beeped, it was Joly.
Combeferre texted me, Enjolras needs painkillers and rest.
And no snogging, you might catch something.
Grnatire snorted, as if there was any chance of that...
He grabbed some aspirin from the bathroom and tip-toed towards Enjolras's door.
"Enjy-shit-Enjolras?"
There was silence. He pushed the door open.
Enjolras was fast asleep on top of the bed, fully clothed, still clutching his book bag.
Grantaire sighed He even looks fucking beautiful now.
And he did. His golden curls falling across perfectly sculpted cheekbones.
He might have landed there from heaven.
Grantaire threw the aspirin onto the cluttered bedside table, removed the bag from Enjolras's grip and chucked it into the corner, flinching as it hit the floor with a clunk.
Oh, the things I do for love he thought as he pulled Enjolras's shoes off.
Grantaire slid the duvet out from under the sleeping man and placed it gently on top of him.
He was half-way to the door when Enjolras shifted
"...Taire..." Grantaire turned around "Yes Enjy?"
Shit, stop calling him Enjy!
"Taire, don't leave me" he grabbed Grantaire's arm.
What? What does he think you're going to do, get into bed with him?
Wait, that would be a bad idea because?
Flushing the colour of a tomato, he slid into bed beside Enjolras, who was still clutching his arm.
Oh, crap, what the fuck are you doing?
"Thank you Taire" Enjolras mumbled, cuddling up beside him.
He settled down.
Well, this is new.
