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

Chapter 5

Z, Stop being a dickhead

Bold writing means the person is speaking on the phone.
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"Harry, you alright now son?" Paul asked. Harry nodded. "Are you like sick or is it just the bumpy roads?" Paul asked him hoping it was just the roads. Harry leaned into Louis and melted at the older boy's touch. "I think it's really sick. He feels a bit warm too" Louis said, playing with Harry's hair.  Niall nodded and gave the youngest lad a bottle of water which Harry took but by no means did he drink anything from it. Liam felt Harry's forehead and concluded that the boy most definitely had a raging fever. Paul called management and tried to explain the situation. He tried his best to convince the team that Harry was in no condition to work. They would usually get an off if anyone was throwing up but this time around, they didn't believe the boys or Paul.

Paul kept the phone on speaker so the boys could hear what was going on.

Management – Hello.

Paul – Hello James, this is Paul, One Direction's bodyguard.

James – Yes Paul. What did they do now? 

Paul – Harry is extremely ill, he's been throwing up quite a bit. Anyway they can get an off.

James – I'm sorry but no. Louis pulled a stunt yesterday and that was not good for the press. We have no confirmation that Harry isn't faking this time.

Paul was infuriated but he knew he couldn't do anything.

Paul (practically begging) – Can you cut Harry's work load off a bit at least.  He needs rest right now.

The management team didn't give a fuck. They didn't reduce anything. Harry had to do it all. The interviews, the photo shoot, soundcheck, the concert, everything.

Meanwhile Zayn was still scrolling through his socials. He had moved on and was now checking Instagram. 2 minutes after the call, Zayn had come back to twitter while the rest of the boys gave Harry sympathetic looks and tried making him feel better. Harry was cuddling Louis as if the older boy had never thought that he was faking. 

"Boys we're here at the radio station" Paul said. "Will you be alright Haz or do you want to sit it out?" Louis asked. "Feel like I'm gonna be sick" Harry answered and coughed into his elbow. Liam suggested that he should sit it out and that they would tell the interviewer that Harry was sick. "You're being interviewed by Nick" Paul told them. "Yeah, I agree with Liam. Explaining to Grimmy will be easier too" Niall said and Louis nodded while waiting for Zayn's approval. "I dont think he should sit it out. He seems fine to me." Zayn answered. Harry was hurt but didn't show it. They asked Paul if Harry should sit it out. One look at Harry's pale sickly face and Paul approved of the idea. 

They helped Harry into the building and got him some water. "Hey Nick." Niall said and waved. Nick waved back and shot the curly boy a concerned look. "Is he alright?" "No, he's sick. Management thinks he's faking so he had to come." Liam answered. They were thankfully not on air yet. "He's sitting it out though" Louis said, "He said he's feeling like he's gonna puke" he added. Harry nodded and blushed before coughing. "Ok boys we air in 2. Harry, there's a couch there, you can lay down. It should help" Nick said. The 4 boys took a seat while Harry lay down on the couch.

"We're here with One Direction. Hello boys" "Hi Nick, nice to see ya mate" Niall said. "So we have 4 of you here, what's up with Harry?" "He's not feeling too great, no details required" Louis answered and turned to look at Harry who was curled up into a ball, shivering. He signalled to Nick that Harry was probably cold noticing the shivers running down the younger boy's spine. A few questions about the album later, Harry's face had lost all its colour and the boy's noticed. "Now we are going to play for you their new single. This is Little Things" Nick announced and turned the song on. Louis went to Harry and asked him to talk to him. "Haz, how're you feeling love" Louis asked. "sick" harry answered. "What kind of sick, you need to talk to us bud" Niall said. "stomach and head hurts" Harry spoke with a sigh. "You're gonna be sick or are you ok" "alright for now" 

Louis gave Harry a bin and they got back to their seats since the song was nearing its end. Harry  managed to survive the interview without any incidents but he felt awfully nauseous. They bid each other goodbye before played Live while we're young. "Feel better Harry" Nick said and waving them all bye. 

Last interview before the Photoshoot that Harry could not miss. He had to rest and look as good as he possibly could. Harry was lying on a spare couch, curled up like he was before. It had been an hour since Harry had last puked and the boys were relieved, maybe Harry was getting better, maybe it was just something he ate that was making him sick but the very second the 2nd option popped into their minds, it was discarded, remembering Harry's fever. "Boys we need to take Harry's temperature. We can't let it get too high." Liam said. They pulled a thermometer out of the van's first aid box. "Pit or tongue your choice Styles" Harry lifted his arm as a cue to the answer. They waited for the device to beep. "100.4" Louis announced. "meaning 101.4, not bad, could be better" Liam said. They stopped at a pharmacy and grabbed some meds. Harry had them dry, not wanting to puke them back up. 

Harry looked like a bus had ran him over and then he had been rescued by a ghost. They had to apply a lot of makeup on him, so much that it made him feel hot a sticky. His face turned green as he felt heat rise in his chest. "L-Lou, sick" was all he managed to get out before doubling over gagging. "Shit!" Louis cursed. "Zayn, bin!" Louis yelled while trying to comfort Harry and asking him to keep it in for a bit. Zayn didn't move. Liam noticed and threw the bin across the room to Louis who caught it and shoved it under Harry's chin, just as the younger boy brought up the meds and some water that Liam had made him drink. "Z, Stop being a dickhead!" Liam exclaimed. Couple of productive heaves later, Harry was back to dry heaving and gagging. "Ssh, you're ok baby" Louis whispered into Harry's ear and felt Harry's tense muscles, calm under his hand. 

They got the photoshoot done with a lot faster than the photographer wanted but Harry needed his rest for the concert. Thinking of the concert made Harry feel sick. The lights, the screaming, the hot and sweaty feeling to the air, made him nauseous and his head hurt. How was he to survive this?

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We are nearing the end, a couple more chapters and this book will official be over! Hope you are enjoying the story!