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[writerluca]

Headaches - Tristan Dugray x Reader

A/N: Hi! This is my first one-shot, so don’t judge too fast please. I have written multiple stories though, but not on Tumblr. I’m not English and therefore apologise for any writing errors that may occur. I hope you’ll enjoy it anyway!

Pairing: Tristan Dugray x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Your dream has always been to go to Harvard. To do so, your mom signed you up for Chilton. There, you met Tristan Dugray. Since you once, accidentally bumped into him on the hallways, trying to bring loads of books to your locker, you had developed a special friendship with this guy. You teased each other every time but were also good at studying together. You've now been friends for half a year and there was always something more to the two of you, but neither one of you admitted it.

Today, you were sick for the first time this year and so the first time since you came into Chilton. You had major headaches and all you could really do was sleep. When you felt a little better, you read a book or tried to make some overdue homework, since you had no idea what the homework was that the teachers at Chilton had given you.

You were laying in bed, half-awake and half-sleeping when you heard noise from downstairs. You thought you heard a door opening and two voices talking to each other, it was hard to figure out what they were saying. Suddenly you heard your mom calling from downstairs.

"[Y/N], there's someone here for you from your school. He's coming upstairs now."

You groaned. You absolutely weren't in the mood for visitors right now. Your room was right in front of the stairway, so you decided to turn your face to the stairs, looking who was heading upstairs. You saw some blond hair and a blue Chilton uniform was climbing the stairs.

Tristan! You thought immediately, you didn't want him to see you like this. Sick and unwashed. You quickly turned around, facing the wall and pretending you were asleep. You heard his footsteps coming closer and planks underneath his shoes squeaking.

"[Y/N], are you awake?" he asked softly and put his hand on your shoulder. There was no escaping it now, so you turned around and looked at him.

"Tristan, what are you doing here?" you asked weakly and sat up, your back against the wall. Tristan sat awkwardly down at the side of your bed and put his bag on the floor. You saw he was holding a thermos and looked questionable at him.

"I- I uh, I came to see how you were... and I brought you some soup," he held up the thermos and you took it from him.

"Thank you," you spoke softly and put it at the side of your bed, on your nightstand.

"So, how are you feeling?" he asked softly and moved a little closer.

"I'm feeling a little bit better, thank you," you replied. "Do we have much homework?"

"Uh, a bit. Who am I kidding? You know Chilton, we've got loads of homework," he chuckled and grabbed his bag. Tristan took out some papers and handed them to you.

"Thanks," you answered and looked at what you had missed in one day. "Woah, it really is a lot," you chuckled and looked at Tristan. His blue eyes staring into yours as well and you noticed his usual playful smirk was gone. Instead, there now was a caring look in his eyes and an honest smile. Then you heard your mom calling from downstairs.

"Honey, I'm heading off to work. I'll be home at 10 tonight, okay? You'll make sure you'll eat something?"

"Yeah, sure mom," you replied and listened to the front door closing. It was quiet for a little moment, but not awkward, just peaceful.

"What's it that you've got?" he asked, still looking at you with his beautiful eyes.

"Headaches," you answered and lifted your shoulders.

"So, nothing contagious?" he asked and moved a little closer.

"No."

"Good," he said, looking from your eyes to your lips, before smacking his on yours. At first, you had no idea what was going on, you froze for a second, but quickly snapped back and started to kiss him back. The kiss was deep and one you've never felt before. When your lips separated to breath, you looked at each other.  A big and proud smile covered Tristan's face and you couldn't help but smile as well. Then you felt a stinging pain in your head.

"Tristan," you asked with a painful face, "Could we maybe lay down for a moment?" He nodded and climbed underneath the blankets. You lay down as well and rested your head on his chest. Tristan put his arm around your waist to get a hold of you. You could hear his heartbeat and felt some kisses being placed on your head.

"I love you," he said quietly, but loud enough for you to hear.

"I love you too, Tristan," you said into his chest and fell asleep...