Our Summer of Direction

Chapter Eight

“Oh my god. I think my head is on fire.” I whine when I wake up. Harry just mumbles in his sleep and rubs my back. I lay there feeling my head pound with every miniscule sound there is. I don’t know exactly how long I lay there before my stomach gives a particularly painful churn. I push Harry off of me and rush to the bathroom throwing up violently. Liam hears me and comes in to hold my hair and rub my back. When I am done emptying my stomach Liam hands me a glass of water with some aspirin.

“It’s okay darling. It happens to them all. In fact I am expecting Louis in here in about 38 seconds.” He laughs knowing them like clockwork. I sit down on the edge of the bathtub wanting this horrible nauseous feeling to end. Liam sits with me until sure enough in runs Louis throwing up in the loo. Liam hands him my glass of water and a couple aspirin and Louis sits on the bathtub with me. Zayn comes in not too long after with Eleanor following and the cycle repeats until only Harry and Danielle and Emilea are still asleep.  

“How is he not emptying his tum?” I ask jealously lifting Harry’s head off one end of the couch. I move him so his head is in my lap so I can sit down too.

“He will be really soon.” Liam says glancing at the clock.

“So the barfing happens every time and the same time?” I ask petting Harry’s curls.  

“No, they just drink ‘round the same time every night and I know them that well. I’ve taken care of every person in this room hungover before. Dani should be getting up about now so I am going to go help her.” Liam says getting up and opening the bathroom door for a rushing Danielle.

“I hate hangovers.” Eleanor says lying on Louis who still looks a touch green in the face.

“I know sweetheart.” Louis says leaning back on the couch. Suddenly Emilea shoots up off of the couch she and Niall had been sleeping on. She throws up all over the carpet and Zayn hands her a cup of water, a towel, and some aspirin. She takes a few minutes wiping up the carpet which already has a stain forming.

“I meant to ask when you guys have to go to the next town.” Emilea says grinning excitedly as a hiccupping Niall leans on her. I look over and see her pet his already flat hair.

“Uhh.” Harry moans loudly wiggling around.

“Harry?”

“LIAM! BUCKETT!!” Zayn yells loudly making my head ring. Liam runs out of the bathroom in seconds nearly tripping. He throws a large red pail to Zayn who throws it to Louis who tosses it to me.

“Put it under his chin!” Liam orders snapping his fingers to get my attention. I pop the bucket under his chin and a few moments later he hurls.

“OH!” I exclaim resisting the urge to drop the bucket. I rub Harry’s back while he empties his tummy into the bucket.

“Thanks.” He groans as he takes a breath. Liam comes back into the room and hands me a glass of water and motions for me to get Harry to drink it. I pop to headache pills into his mouth and tip the water into his mouth. He swallows them gratefully and leans back on me.

“Feeling better?” I ask quietly. Harry starts to nod and then grips his head tightly. I start petting his curls again and Liam comes out with Danielle. We all sit there for another hour or so before Liam demands we do something.

“Liam when you know this pain, then you can boss us around.” Niall moans.

“Wow there kiddo it was your own damn fault.” Liam says pulling Danielle off of the couch.

“Liam I think Em and I are too drowsy to drive. Will you drive us back to our hotel so we can shower and change our clothes?” I ask realizing I reek like alcohol.