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

Chapter 3

The Interview

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Before even stepping into the bus that would take them to the interview, Harry was getting sceptical about whether he would last or not. The interview was rather long, longer than they were told or expected. It was being filmed and they were told in last second that 2 fans had won a competition and were going to ask them questions. 'This is just Great'  He thought and sat down after shaking hands with the 2 trembling girls. 

He subconsciously wiped his palms on his pants, realising just how sweaty they were. Niall was keeping an eye on Harry but at the same time, trying to not look creepy or get caught staring which he thankfully didn't.

The interviewer asked them the regular dumb questions. 'If you could have 1 super power what would it be?', 'What's your favourite colour?' 'What's your favourite sing on the album?' Etc etc. Most of the questions were directed to Harry who kept his answers short and to the point. He moved his hand up to his forehead to do a quick forehead rub.

"Harry" The poorly boy heard Niall's cheerful voice call. "Huh? Umm sorry. What was the question again?" He said. "Is Haylor a friendship or a stunt or are you two really a couple?" Louis shifted uncomfortably, Harry was nauseous. "We are dating currently" Harry answered and looked at Louis. Louis had a frown etched on his face. Harry wasn't sure whether it was the morning's incident or whether it was his answer, but he knew he was the reason for that frown. It made him feel guilty and all the more nauseous but he knew he could not have answered any differently if he wanted to keep his and Louis' jobs, if you would even call it a job. 

A couple of questions were asked to the other boys before there was another question directed to Harry. "Some of the fans wanted to know what your favourite foods are, let's start with Harry" the interviewer asked. 'Uh oh' was the thought in Harry's mind. "Um, I'd say" he started before gulping, feeling warmth rise in his chest. "tacos" he completed. Next up was Niall, who went on a long rant about his favourite foods and how Nando's was the best. Liam talked about KFC's chicken and Louis decided to take this as an opportunity to talk about his famous mozzarella stuffed chicken breast, wrapped in parma ham with a side of homemade mash dish and Zayn simply agreed with Liam. All the talk of food was making Harry's stomach toss and turn in anger, sending agonising pain shooting through his stomach. He was trying his best to not slip his hand under his shirt and rub his upset stomach. He let out a shaky cough in his elbow making his head hurt all the more. 

They two girls asked them questions, one asking Louis what it felt like being the oldest and the other asking Harry why he had decided to get inked? Harry tried answering without letting anything other than words words escape his lips. He thankfully succeed in his mission but ended up more nauseous than ever. He felt his stomach twist in a knot then he felt heat rise in his chest. 'Hurry up with the outro please!' he begged internally feeling the urge to vomit just increase with every failed attempt to swallow it down. 

As soon as the cameras cut, Harry jumped up and dashed out. Liam, Louis and Zayn shook their heads. Harry ran down the hallways following the signs leading him to the toilets. Left, right, another right, now a left, these hallways seemed never ending but he found the toilets at last. He ran into a stall and knelt down by the toilet. He knew it wasn't hygienic by any means but he felt too sick and too weak to care. Another wave of nausea passed through him and Harry shot forward towards the bowl, gagging, coughing ans spitting as he brought up bits of the previous day's food. He thought he was empty, but he clearly wasn't when he threw up for the 3rd time after the interview. He was sure the boys were waiting for him. Harry washed his face, fixed his messy curls and took a moment to feel sorry for himself before leaving the restroom, only to bump into Niall on they way to the exit of the building. 

"Where'd you run off to?" the blonde asked him, still walking. "Bathroom, feel sick" Harry answered shaking. "Wait, You actually don't feel well?" Niall asked and stopped, pulling Harry in front of him.  "No Niall I actually don't feel good" was harry's response. Niall examined the younger lad from head to toe, noting that he indeed looked paler than normal. He reached out to feel Harry's forehead. He was expecting harry to swat his hand away but no, the curly lad didn't protest. "Oh my, You're a bit too warm mate. Definitely a fever there, Sorry I didn't believe ya bud" Niall commented and pulled the boy into a hug. They walked for a bit, not noticing Zayn beside them. "Tell me if you feel any worse ok Haz?" Harry nodded. Zayn scoffed, ""You actually believe him?" he said and shook his head in disbelief. "Yeah, I do, he's sick and doesn't need your nonsense" Niall snapped. "They'll come to their senses soon Hazza, at least Louis will" Niall assured the poorly boy. 

Niall handed Harry a bottle of water and told him to take little sips when the younger boy informed him that he had puked his guts out minutes back. "Paul, what do we have next?" Niall asked. Liam answered for Paul. "2 interviews, 1 photoshoot, soundcheck, then the concert but we are going to get lunch right now" he said. Niall shot Harry a worried look, but Harry just smiled back though the only thing going on in his mind was 'How will I survive the whole day?'

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So, what do think. How did ya'll like Vibez. It's one fucking amaZayn song with an amazayn MV. Can't wait for the whole Album. It's nearly midnight for me and 5am for Chaz so good night loves.

TPWK:)