Harry Styles Sickfics

Bad Stomach 🤮💩

"Jesus christ!! Who did that?" Liam yelled from his seat on the tour bus.

The lads had just finished a show at the O2 in London and were heading back to their hotel.

"Why'd you always assume it's me?" Niall asked as Zayn and Louis glared at him.

"Because it usually is you!" Zayn replied, holding his nose.

Harry sat quietly, staring out of the window. Truth was that it was him that made the smell. He couldn't help it. He had a stomach ache from hell. Luckily, it didn't start hurting until the second to last song.

Harry's tummy grumbled, sending pain through him. He couldn't help but let another one go, it eased the pressure slightly.

"Fucks sake! Stop it Niall!"

"It's not me. Bloody hell. I'm off to my bunk!" He got up, huffing, and went to his bed.

Harry felt more and more uncomfortable, and now he felt guilty for the lads thinking it was Niall gassing the bus out.

"Thank God. Don't know what he's been eating." Liam said.

Harry now felt pressure down below. He definitely needed to get to the toilet quickly.

He got up from his seat, as a big fart expelled from his arse. There was no way he could've stopped it. He felt so embarrassed as he walked as fast as he could, without shitting himself, to the toilet.

"Um. Ok. So guess it wasn't Ni after all. Fuck. Man, that stinks!" Zayn said, almost gagging.

"Shut up Z." Louis replied.

Meanwhile, Harry had made it to the toilet, just in time. He hurriedly unzipped his Jean's, pulling them and his pants down as quickly as possible, and sat down on the loo with a thud.

A pain shot through his stomach again, before he emptied his bowels. It hurt as he did it. The smell was foul, making Harry feel nauseous.

There was a knock on the toilet door. "Harry...are you alright?" It was Louis.

Harry couldn't answer as he was in so much pain, still passing gas and shit.

"Harry?"

"I...I'm ok." Harry managed to say, as he finished. He stayed on the toilet for the next five minutes, just in case. When he thought it was safe to move, he got up, carefully and cleaned himself up. He had to flush the loo three times before the mess had all gone. He sprayed some air freshener around and washed his hands thoroughly. He took a look in the mirror. His face was hot and sweaty. He splashed some cold water onto his face and patted it dry with a towel before unlocking the door.

Louis looked up with concern as Harry sat back opposite him.

Niall was back now too. All the boys stared at Harry.

"I'm sorry. Sorry Niall." He whispered.

Niall smiled. "It's ok H. Are you alright?"

Harry shook his head. He felt like crap, literally.

"We should be at the hotel soon. You should try and go straight to sleep." Louis said. They'd be sharing a room, possibly a bed, but not if Harry had a bug.

Harry yawned, as the bus pulled up in front of the hotel.

The boys all got off, Louis helping Harry, as he was feeling a bit wobbly.

They made it to their rooms that were next to each other, and wished each other goodnight.

Harry sat on his bed and rubbed his tummy.

"You ok H?" Louis asked as he started undressing.

"Feel lousy." He replied. "Might try n have a shower."

"Ok. Don't lock the door." Louis said, in case he was needed.

Harry dawdled into the bathroom and turned the shower on before taking his clothes off. His stomach still hurt.

He managed to wash himself, though it took a while as he was exhausted.

He turned the water off and was just about to grab a towel, when a sudden wave of nausea hit him hard.

He ran to the toilet, opened the seat and threw up.

Louis heard the bang of the seat and knocked on the door. "Harry....you ok?" He listened for a reply, but all he heard was retching.

He opened the door, finding Harry naked with his head in the toilet.

He rushed to his side and rubbed his back as Harry was sick again. He had to try not to stare at his wonderful body. This wasn't the time for dirty thoughts.

He grabbed a towel and covered his body.

Harry sat back on his heels after a while. Sweat once again dripping off of his face.

"Oh God H. You must have a bug. No sleeping in my bed tonight.

Harry groaned. He really wanted cuddles tonight. Maybe even more.

"You feeling better?"

Harry got his breathing back under control as Louis handed him some tissue. He wiped his face with it before throwing it into the loo, which he then flushed.

"Think so."

Louis helped him stand up. He was even more shaky on his feet than earlier.

"I think I should call a Doctor." Louis stated, worried at how ill Harry had been tonight.

"No. Please don't. I'll be ok now." Harry practically begged.

"Let's get you into bed then."  Louis replied.

"If you're still ill in the morning I'm calling one, ok?"

Harry nodded. He just wanted to go to sleep. He wanted Louis in his bed too though. "Please Lou?"

"No H. If you have a bug, I don't wanna get it too. You don't want me sick do you?"

Harry pouted. "No way. Can I sleep with you tomorrow though?"

Louis grinned. "Ooh. Course you can. I can't wait. But you need to sleep now. If you feel ill, wake me up ok?" He said, as he pushed his bed closer to Harry's one.

He had a shower before getting into his own bed, finding Harry already fast asleep, poor lad.

Luckily Harry was ok after that, and they slept together the next night. Ooh err.

Hullo.

Wrote this at 1am cos I can't sleep.

Hope you're all ok and liked this chapter.

Check out my other books too esp if you like sad stories cos I'm rubbish at romance, comedy etc.

Nighty night xxx