"Hey Calum." You say. "How was your day?"

"Good. We just finished writing some songs today." He replied. "How was yours?"

"It was alright. I just worked on finishing up some work."

"How are you feeling? You look pretty pale."

"I'm fine. Just really hungry." 

"Did you eat today?" Calum asks, turning around to put his keys on the counter. 

"No. I was so busy with trying to finish my work that I forgot." You explain in a soft voice, putting some noodles into the pot.

"Let me finish dinner. You should sit down so you don't pass out." He insists, checking his phone for any missed notifications. 

When there is no response, Calum turns around from the stove to see you swaying and looking zoned out.

"Y/N?" He asks hesitantly. "Y/N, are you okay? You're worrying me." All of a sudden you fall backwards onto the kitchen tiles. "Shit, Y/N!" Calum exclaims, rushing to kneel next to you.

"Babe, babe, come back to me. Give me those eyes." He mumbles desperately, tapping your cheek to wake you up. After a minute of Calum's attempts to wake you up, you start to come to it. 

"Why am I on the ground?" You ask groggily.

"You passed out." Calum explains. "Are you okay?"

"Yea. Just really hungry. Wait, what's that smell?" You ask, furrowing your eyebrows as the room filled with the smell of burning spaghetti.

"Crap!" Calum yells. "The spaghetti's burning!"  

Michael

Dehydration 

Going to the beach with Michael seemed like a great idea. The sky was cloudless, the ocean was calm, and it was a very warm day.

"All done." You say, finished smearing the sunscreen on Michael's back.

"Thanks babe." He says, turning around to kiss you. You both sit down in your brightly colored beach chairs ready for a day of relaxing.

After a long day of relaxing and playing in the ocean, Michael suggest that the two of you should take a walk. Happily agreeing, you take off your flip flops and start walking along the shoreline.

After walking and talking for a while you start to feel dizzy.

"Hey Mikey." You say in a soft voice. 

"Hey Y/N." He replies jokingly. 

"I don't feel that great. I think I'm dehydrated."

  "Lets head back to our spot and get you some water." He offers sympathetically.

"Thanks." You say quietly. As you walked together in silence, the dizziness got worse. Before you can say anything to Michael, you pass out. 

When he feels your hand slip from his, Michael looks over to you to see what happened. When he see's that you're not walking next to him, he looks behind where you were walking and see's you passed out on the sand. Quickly kneeling next to you, he shake your shoulders.

"Y/N! Y/N!" He says desperately. "Y/N, come on. Come back to me baby."

After a minute or so, you start to wake up.

"What..." You start to ask, but Michael interrupts you.

"You passed out Y/N. Gosh you had me worried."

"Sorry." You say, feeling very tired.

"It's alright babe. Lets get you home."

"Okay."

Michael then picks you up bridal style to carry you back to your spot and get some water. 

Ashton

Vasovagal syncope

--Vasovagal syncope is a condition that causes a person to pass out. It happens when a person's body overreacts to certain triggers, such as seeing blood or heat exposure. 

Today was not your day. You were on tour with the boys, but felt terrible. You were currently sitting in the back of the bus with the boys.

"I'm going to get a snack. Do you guys want anything?" You ask. They all say no so you make your way to the front of the bus to find something to eat. Out of the corner of your eye you see Ashton start to get up to come with you. 

"Ash, I'll be fine." You say, not wanting him to follow you every time you got up from the couch. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes. You can relax."

"Alright." He says skeptically, sitting back down.

As you make your way to the front of the bus you start to feel a little lightheaded, but think nothing of it. Reaching into a cabinet, you pull out a bag of chips and a bowl. As you pour some chips into the bowl, you feel a muscular pair of arms wrap around your waist and a head rest on your shoulder.

"How are you feeling?" Ashton asks.

"Meh." You respond. "A little lightheaded and nauseous. Why did you come back here? I told you that I'll be okay." 

"That doesn't matter. You should go lay down. We don't want you to passing out." He says.  Ashton was protective of you, especially with your condition. He knew that if you passed out you would be sick for days after. 

"I'm fine Ash." You say stubbornly.

"No. Go lay down. I'll get your snack and some water." He says, being even more stubborn. You were not one to give in so easily, but you were starting to feel really dizzy and decided to listen to him.

 As you started to walk back to your bunk the dizziness intensified and your vision narrowed. You started freak out a little, but couldn't move. Knowing you were going to pass out you tried to call for someone, but no words came out. Just then, Michael came out from the back of the bus and saw you swaying.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" He asks. Suddenly, you pass out.

"Shit! Ashton!" He yells.

"What Michael?" Ashton yells back, emerging from the kitchen.

"Your girlfriend just passed out." Michael exclaims, squatting down next to you.

"Shit." Ashton mumbles, placing the bowl he had been carrying on a table and rushing to kneel next to you. "Y/N. Y/N, come back to me." He says quietly, tapping your cheek. Hearing the commotion, Luke and Calum come from the back to see what's going on.

"Oh man." Calum says quietly. Luke goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water for you as you start to come to it.

Seeing everyone staring down at you, you quickly try to sit up.

"No, no, no babe. Lay back down." Ashton says softly, pressing lightly on your chest.

"What happened?" You ask

"You passed out. Guess we didn't get you down early enough." Ashton explains, chuckling lightly. "Here. Drink some water and then we'll get you to your bunk."

After taking a few sips of water you try to get up. With Ashton's help you manage to walk over to your bunk and lie down. The next few days were spent resting and cuddling with Ashton. 



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