I Don't fake! Harry Styles Sickfic (l.s)

Chapter 2

But I'm not faking! !

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The next day, Harry woke up to an empty bed and someone calling his name, over and over again. He had noticed his splitting headache the very second he woke and was to discover his churning gut not a moment later when the same person who was repeated calling Harry, shook him. The calling was more of a blur behind his throbbing skull but he concluded that the person was Liam when he heard the first clear sentence since he awoke. "Harry, you have to get out of bed, NOW" Liam yelled.

Harry retorted saying he didn't feel well but Liam didn't hear him, thanks to his head being under the duvet. Harry repeated himself,  this time Liam hearing him. Liam felt anger boil inside him as he let out a sigh of defeat before pulling the duvet off the curly boy. Liam saw Harry laying on his stomach, completely naked. Liam told Harry one last time that his stunt wasn't going to work since Louis tried it just the day before and then walked out. Harry pulled the duvet back on and curled up into a ball with his knees to his chest.

Liam hoped with all his heart that Louis would be able to get his stubborn boyfriend out of bed. He didn't know how Louis dealt with him all the time. They were together even during their breaks.
"Lou, get your boyfriend out of bed will ya? He's faking sick and isn't listening to me" Liam complained. Niall who was in the kitchen heard them and shook his head. He was making them all some baked beans on toast with a side of crispy bacon for breakfast . Louis sighed and walked towards his and Harry's room hoping to find Harry in the bathroom or bump into the younger lad on way way but his hopes were shattered when he found Harry curled up on top of the blanket.

"Harry, c'mon, You've pissed Liam off and you're still sleeping" he said and saw the younger boy jump. "I feel sick Lou" Harry said, desperation and sadness evident in his voice. Louis sat down on the bed, beside Harry and tried to be as gentle and firm as he could be at the same time. "We've got a long day today, don't fake now besides I tried pulling one  yesterday and it failed" Louis said before Harry spoke "but I'm not faking" he said and lay looking at his pillow without making a single attempt to get up.

"As much as I love seeing you naked, get dressed will ya please" Louis said in an annoyed tone and left. Harry groaned and rolled off bed, feeling his stomach toss and turn in protest. It felt like he had a complete circus going on in him. Acrobats doing back flips in his stomach along with a few angry roaring lions making terrible sounds, an army of elephants stomping in his brain. He felt truly miserable and didn't know how he got so sick so fast. Harry grabbed a sweatshirt and some sweatpants and slipped them on. It was comfortable but not a warm as he would like it to be. He was freezing but getting himself something warmer would mean hunting and searching for winter wear which he really wasn't in the mood for.

Harry walked down to the kitchen where the smell of food met him. The smell of bacon and baked beans that would usually make him hungry wasn't doing its magic. Instead it made the slight nausea so strong that Harry knew he was going to vomit in a matter of seconds. He ran back up the stairs and sprinted to the bathroom barely making it before the previous night's dinner made a reappearance in a not so pleasant way. He kept violently throwing up for a solid 10 minutes before he was just dry heaving and occasionally bringing up a little stomach acid. He watched as the toilet water drowned his stomach contents before gathering the courage to get up and come face to face with food again.

He made his way down the stairs to kitchen and took the plate Liam handed him. He felt nauseous all over again but managed to not puke this time around. He put the plate on the counter and got away from it but was immediately questioned by Niall about where his breakfast was.

He answered with a simple 'not hungry' and decided to join the others. Zayn asked him what he meant by not being hungry and Harry replied with nothing but the truth. "I don't feel well and I'm not hungry" he said. Harry heard Zayn scoff before the older boy turned back to aimlessly scrolling through twitter.

"interview in 10 boys" Paul informed and left. Harry was feeling really upset and all the more sick. Niall and Louis' yelling wasn't helping his headache by the slightest. "would you two keep it down. You're making my head hurt." Harry snapped. "Sorry that wasn't necessary" Harry apologised. Niall forgave him but he was in a little shock. Harry never burst like that, not even During his previous fake sick attempts.

Niall was starting to question Liam and Louis' judgment now but brushed it off saying that he was getting lured into Harry's game. They all chose to stay oblivious to the desperate need of love and care their youngest bandmate was feeling along with feeling less that sub-par to okay.

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