One Direction clean imagines

Preference- You are sick, and he does what for you? *Version 1*

Zayn: You are bedridden, because you have a severe case of stomach cramps, and nausea. You can't move hardly at all, and all the bit that you can, it hurts.

"Janel, what's wrong, babe? Not feeling too great?" You shake your head, then moan in pain. Zayn, a few minutes later, returns to your side, with some pain killers, a chocolate bar, and a glass of punch. You down everything within a few minutes, then fall asleep. Zayn kisses your forehead, then he decides to leave. Soon after, he thinks that he should stay with you, in case you needed anything. When you can finally move, the first place you run to is the bathroom. The nausea took over, and you couldn't hold it much longer. "Babe, oh my God, let me in here! Are you alright?"

"*coughing, then puking* Yea, (deep breath) I'm good- (more puking) get in here!" Zayn bursts in, and holds your hair with one hand, your waist with the other.

"It's alright, babe. Breathe, love." Once you finally finish, Zayn carries your very weak body back to bed, and brings you soup and tea. The rest of the day is spent with him taking care of you, and even carrying you to the bathroom when you needed to get there, for various reasons.

Niall: You're at home, alone; Niall's out doing stuff with Zayn. You start feeling a bit sick, but you ignore it. You try doing household duties, but that just makes you feel worse. You call Niall, and tell him what's going on.

"(phone ringing, then Niall picks up) Hello?"

"Hi, Ni."

"Uh, princess, you don't sound like you feel too well."

"I think that I'm sick."

"You want me to come home, or can you take care of yourself for a bit longer?"

"I can do it. How long will you be with Zayn?"

"Not too much longer. We're just finishing lunch at the cafe; we already finished shopping for you. Why, do you need me to come home now?"

"No, but please, just hurry."

"I'll be right there, love, OK? Don't puke, alright?"

"I'm not in control of that."

"Alright, I'll be right there. Want me to bring Zayn with me?"

"If you want; he doesn't like me anyway."

"He does too like you." There's footsteps on your end; it's you, running to the bathroom. You have to puke, like, now, but you don't Niall to hear. You turn the volume down on your phone, and just at that time, you throw up. "OMG, Janel, I'll be right there, with Zayn. Just stay calm, and throw up more if you have to. I'll be home in less than 5 minutes. Love you." He hangs up. Zayn and Niall run to the car, and rush home, knowing that you're sick, and that you have thrown up already. They both sprint inside, and find the bathroom door closed. "JANEL? LOVE?" The bathroom door cracks open slightly, so Niall and Zayn sprint to the door. You're inside, puking your guts out. You finish shortly after, and fall into Niall, who catches you, just barely enough to sit you against the wall. You catch your breath, then ask to be carried to the couch. Niall lifts your head and torso up, while Zayn gets your legs. You're as pale as a ghost, and Niall and Zayn spend the rest of the day taking care of whatever you needed. You might have thrown up, accidentally, on Zayn a few times, but you couldn't help it, nor did he care.

Liam: You and your boyfriend, Liam, are out at the park, having a game of football (soccer). When he gets tired, you take that time to get some practice shots on him. During one of your shots, after you kick the ball, you feel a sharp pain in your stomach. You, being the athletic one of you two, ignore it, thinking that it is just an athletic pain. You go to retrieve the soccer ball, and the pain hits again, this time, even harder than the first. Liam is ready to play again, but you can't take the stomach pain any longer. Liam takes a few practice shots, while you rest for a bit, thinking that the pain will ease up soon. The longer you wait, the worse the pain gets. Liam comes back for a drink, and notices you aren't looking too well.

"Janel, do you want to go home? You're not looking too good. Are you feeling sick?"

"Yea, just get me home before I throw up." He rushes you to his car, and rushes home. You get there, and you sprint inside, almost puking before reaching the bathroom. You finally get there, and start throwing up. Liam finds you, and comforts you. He takes you out to the couch, where you end up falling asleep minutes later. Liam called the rest of the boys, and cancelled any plans that he had with them. He was too busy caring for you to do anything else that day.

Louis: He comes home from tour, and you are on the couch, clutching a bucket to your stomach, moaning in severe pain.

"Hey, babe, I'm- woah! Are you feeling OK?" You look up at him, and suddenly, run into the bathroom, puking before you get there. You finally get to the bathroom, and continue puking. "Babe, oh my God, what got you sick?"

"I don't, I don't know, Lou. I woke up this morning, and felt sick."

"What was the last thing that you ate before you went to bed last night?"

"It was really good, but I can't remember what it was, though."

"How much did you eat?"

"A lot. That's all that I can tell you."

"Have you had that food before?"

"Yea, but it didn't make me sick last time."

"That's weird, then."

"No chiz, Louis." You breate deeply, ending your violent puking. Lou carries you back out to the couch, where he makes you stay until you feel better.

Harry: You are out shopping with him, Louis, and Niall, when suddenly, a pain hits you in the gut. You ignore it, and keep walking with the boys. You saw a Nike shirt that said "Just do it" on it, with the famous checkmark on it. You kept walking, trying not to double over. You finally catch back up to them, when Harry turns around, to check on you. You were pale, and he saw this as a bad sign.

"Janel, are you alright? You're pale, and I mean pale. Niall, Louis, check this out. She's pale!" They glance at you, noticing that you are really light-toned. Harry, Louis, Niall, and you rush your butts out to Harry's car, and hurry to get home. You double over tightly, and cough slightly. Harry, from the driver's seat, hands you something to puke in, just in case you do. You hit a bump in the road, and apparently, that aggravated your stomach. You throw up, and Harry goes just a bit faster, trying to get you home ASAP. Finally, after 15 long, painful minutes, you get home, and Harry carries you inside,  to the bathroom, you almost puking on him in the process. He gets you on your knees, and you lose it completely. "Janel, are you going to be OK? You're not sounding like it."

"Yea, Haz, just give me a few."

"OK. Just call me when you're done." About 5 minutes later, you call him, and he rushes to your side.

"Carry me to bed, please?"

"Sure, love. Geez, you're light!"

"Well, yea, I just puked. You expect me to be heavy?" He lays you down, then spends the rest of the day taking care of you. Louis and Niall offer to help, and Harry lets them.

"You guys can do anything, but if she needs to puke again, give her this (points to a bucket by your bed), then call me. I will carry her to the bathroom."

"Ok, Haz, thanks. We can do it from here."

-Janel