Hey! Just dropping some ideas from my obsessed mind here. I'm terrible at this, but oh well. Thanks to WitchsBrew_ , because she wrote the first "preferences" book I read. 

John

It's the day before your anniversary, and you have a cold. You're doing everything to hide how horrible you feel. After 2 hours, John starts to notice that you're ill, and asks you about it, but you deny it every time. He doesn't entirely believe it, but tries to forget it.

You start to watch telly together, and you get up to make tea. As you walk to the kitchen, you collapse and John runs towards you to catch you. 'Y/N...' he says, you can hear the guilt in his voice. 'John...' you whisper. 'It's not your fault, really. I'm so sorry I lied...'

John gently helps you up, and prepares the sofa for you. He pecks you on the cheek and murmurs: 'I love you.' 'I love you too,' you say, using all of your strength to regain you voice. John sits down next to you and you rest your head on his shoulder. You watch some more telly(gosh, this physically hurts to type), until you fall into a deep sleep.

The next day, you wake up on John's bed. When you remember what day it is, a sense of guilt overwhelms you. 'Oh God,' you mumble. You try to pull yourself up, but you get a terrible headache when you sit. You try to stay upright for John, but nausea overcomes you after 1 minute, and you give up.

As you lie down again, you smell freshly baked bread and fruity tea. John walks in the room, with a tray with heavenly breakfast. 'J-John? Oh, you shouldn't have!' you say, surprised. 'Thank you.' 'I love you,' he tells you. 'Happy anniversary.'

He hands you the tray and leans forward to kiss you. 'B-but John,' you stutter. 'Won't you get ill?' John shrugs and says: 'Maybe. But you're worth it.' Your lips brush against his, and you lie in bed together.

This is bad lol.