My Prophet

I sighed looking up at the ceiling. Coralie had fallen asleep next to me again and my mom had gone out to pick up more painkillers. It had been a week and five days since I broke my ribs. We leave tomorrow to join all the guys on tour and my moms going home tonight. I wasn't feeling any better, honestly and I didn't think I was going to be able to perform for the first few days. Hopefully, I'd be better soon.

"Andy!?" Coralie exclaimed, popping her head up. I chuckled.

"Hey." I said.

"Are you okay? How long was I asleep?" She asked. I smiled softly.

"I'm fine, Corrie. A few hours." I said.

"I'm sorry." She groaned, "I shouldn't have fallen asleep, you could have needed me."

"I'm fine." I said, "My mom was here for most of the time."

"Okay." She sighed.

"Baby, come in bed with me." I whined, taking her hand.

"Andy.." She shook her head.

"Coralie.." I chuckled. "I miss you, it's been too long. Please it won't hurt me if you just come sit next to me." She sighed and slid into our bed. I wrapped my arms around her and winced a bit. I could tell she was sitting up a bit so she didn't fall back on to my ribs. "You can lean back, it won't hurt." She did so and I rested my chin on her shoulder.

"I missed this too." She admitted softly.

"I love you." I said, kissing her cheek.

"I love you too." She said slipping her eyes shut. I moved my hand up to her hair and started softly massaging her head. She parted her mouth and her breathing evened. She must have fallen asleep. I continued as she slept peacefully on my chest, her arms folded. I heard the front door open and my mom walked into our room.

"Hey Andy I-" She stopped when she saw us. A small smile graced her lips. "How sweet." She whispered.

"I feel so bad, she must be so tired." I shook my head as she let her head roll over so it rested under my chin. My mom sat in her chair.

"Once you two go on tour she'll be able to relax more. I'm sure she just wants to make sure your okay." She said.

"I hate that you guys have to take care of me." I said.

"It's our job." She said, taking mine and Corrie's hand. I smiled at her and then down at the angel in my arms. "She's such a sweetheart. If you ever let her go, I'll disown you." I chuckled.

"I won't."

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