1D Sickficks

Niall chickenpox

I really am so uncreative with these names. Anyway this is just a random idea I got so decided to write. I apologise if the flow isn't the best but I wrote it in lots of sittings. I'm sorry if the grammar or just the storyline itself isn't the best but I tried my hardest. I'm also so sorry it's taken me so long to update this book. Hope you enjoy anyway and if you any requests please comment them here or on any other chapter. Thanks for taking time to read and please vote/comment! (Also can we appreciate how adorable that picture of Niall is???)

During the night Niall was tossing and turning, sweating and even waking up for short periods to scratch all over his body. He thought nothing of it when he was waking up, in fact he wasn't really waking up enough to realise what was happening, more just mindlessly itching.

When Niall woke up the next morning his head ached along with the rest of his body and he felt terribly hot. He looked at his phone and saw it was only 8am so he rolled over and went back to sleep.

Liam's POV: Harry, Louis, Zayn and I were all sat in the living area of the tour bus watching tv when Harry got up saying, "I'm gong to go and start on breakfast, someone want to wake Niall?"

"Yeah, I'll do it." I say also getting up and making my way towards the bunk room. Whilst I'm walking towards Niall's bunk I can't help but wonder if there is something wrong with him because he never sleeps in this late, especially not longer than Zayn.

"Ni, wake up mate." I gently shake him after pulling back his curtain.

"Huh? I want to sleep Li." He said, still turned away from me.

"Niall, hun, it's time to get up." I said stroking his back, it felt suspiciously warm but maybe it was just from the duvet he had cocooned himself in.

"I don't feel well Liam. Let me sleep, please." He whined.

"What doesn't feel good Ni?" I asked growing more concerned.

"My head hurts, my body aches, I'm all itchy and it's too warm in here but if I take my covers off its too cold." He said finally turning to face me. That's when I saw it, poor Niall was absolutely covered in little red spots.

"Aww Niall, I think you've got chickenpox babe." I said moving his sweaty fringe from his forehead.

"What? No I can't have chickenpox." He started to cry.

"Hey, come on don't cry. Shh, talk to me Ni. Why are you so upset?" I asked pulling him into a hug.

"I can't have chickenpox," he sobbed, "only babies and kids get chickenpox."

"That's not true, anyone can get them. I got them when I was 15." I told him hoping he would find some comfort in my words. Niall just nodded. "Come on lets go out into the living room yeah?" I said getting up.

"Nooo! They'll laugh at me! If I go out there the boys will all make fun of me!" He cried. I assumed it was his obvious fever that was making him so emotional and paranoid about what the others would think of him.

"Ni, I promise they aren't going to laugh at you. How about I go and set up a comfy spot for you on the couch and then I'll come back and get you yeah?" I ask hoping he'll just give in and come to the living room so he isn't alone.

"Fine." He sighed and I headed out of the bunk room back to the main area of the bus.

"Can we clear one of the sofas so Niall can lie down please boys? He's not feeling well." I said looking at the boys sprawled out across the multiple seats.

"Sure, what's up with him?" Louis asked getting up to sit next to Harry on his sofa so that Niall could take over his seat.

"You'll see, just don't laugh when you see him. He's embarrassed." I said walking back towards Niall.