《✰⋆ Just Like the Movies ⋆ 1940/1950/1960 Imagines and Short Stories ✰⋆》✰⋆ Frank Sinatra ✰⋆

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You woke up with an aching throat and a bad headache. You absolutely hated being sick, and thankfully, you weren't sick often. You got up and got a glass of ice water to help soothe the throat, but your headache made you feel lightheaded.

You got back into bed all while Frank was sound asleep on his side. He was cute when he slept, almost as cute when he was awake, except you couldn't see those stunning blue eyes.

You groaned when you laid your head back down, feeling tired and irritated. You hated not feeling your best.

Frank rolled over and draped his arm around you and slowly opened his eyes. His hair was somehow neat and his skin slightly tanned. His eyes looked darker than normal.

"Good mornin'" his voice was husky. If you weren't sick you'd be encouraged to partake in some special activities.

"Good morning," you muttered weakly.

"Are you okay?" He was awake for what, three minutes and was already suspecting something was wrong? You knew you picked a good one.

"I have a sore throat is all. I'm drinking water and I'll be fine."

He pulled you close and held you still, "I'll take the day off, then I can take care of you and make sure you have everything you need, and I can keep you company."

"No Frank, you can't do that. What about the movie?" He shushed you with his finger to your lips.

"Debbie had more filming to do without me anyways. If I went I wouldn't have a lot to do." You looked into his pleading eyes and smiled.

He quickly jumped from the bed and ran to the phone in the living room. You shook your head in disbelief. You were lucky to have that boyfriend of yours.

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He got back to the bedroom and flopped down on the bed once more and pulled you down directly on top of him. He wrapped his arms snugly around you and hummed into your hair.

That simple action made you forget all about the ache in your throat.

"It's too late now... there's no getting out... you fell in love and love is the tender trap," he sang quietly. He still sounded beautiful.

Your hearts beat together as one in that moment.

"Thank you Frankie, I love you."

"I love you too darlin'."

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