Zayn: You were out shopping for clothes, and there were fans surrounding you everywhere you went, screaming, asking for pictures. You were Zayn's girlfriend, so his fans treated you like you were Zayn himself. You took a lot of pictures, signed a few autographs, and even helped a young girl talk about her recent depression. After you finished your shopping, you noticed a girl, about 14, sitting against the wall, crying. You walked up to her, and talked to her for a little while, only to find out that she just got news that her friend broke up with her. After comforting her, you got in your car, and that's when it all hit you. The screaming was repeating in your ears, and it seemed to get louder and louder.
"Great, I'm going to have a headache when I get home." You said to yourself. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you got back home, and laid in the back seat. You hurt too bad to go inside. Zayn came out, and noticed you in the back seat.
"Babe, what's wrong? Headache from the screaming fans?" Zayn said, comfortingly rubbing your shoudler. You nodded, and Zayn carried you out of the car, and inside. Geez, he was strong! You weighed almost 175 pounds, and he lifted you, no problem. Once you were inside, the headache grew. Zayn laid you down on the couch, brought you some medicine, and watched you fall asleep.
"Thanks, Zayn." You whispered, just before falling completely asleep.
"No problem, love. No problem at all." Zayn whispered back to you. Since you didn't have a blanket, Zayn brought you one, and covered you up. He called the boys, and told them to not come over, since you didn't feel like having company over.
Niall: You were out with Louis, picking a gift for Niall's birthday. As soon as you walked in the store, there were hundreds of fans swarming you and Louis. You took pictures with most of the fans, then the biggest headache hit you, hard! You tried to ignore it, but you couldn't.
'Louis, would you mind taking me home? I just got a headache."
"No, not at all! I'll text Niall, and tell him that we're on our way back." Louis said, understanding your case. Just then, he saw the perfect gift for Niall. It was a huge toy bear.
"This is perfect for him!" Louis said excitedly, only making your headache worse. He got it, then you walked to the cashier with him. After you were done there, you went home. You crashed in the back seat of Louis' car, in quite a bit of pain. You got home, and Niall was waiting for you on the front steps.
"There you guys are! I was starting to think that-" Niall started, but stopped abruptly. He saw how much pain you looked to be in, and came over to you.
"Janel, are you alright?" Niall asked, hugging you lightly.
"Head..hurts." You said, before screaming in pain. You turned away from Niall, and grabbed the bear from the back seat.
"Here, Niall. Happy birthday! I love you." You said quietly.
"Oh my Gosh, I love it, Janel. Thank you so much!" He yelled, making your headache worse. You didn't care, though, because it was going to get worse before it got better.
"Let's get her inside, Niall." Louis offered, rushing both of you inside. Niall followed you, and Louis followed him inside. You crashed on the couch, and screamed into it in pain.
"Here, Janel. Use this." Niall said, quietly, putting his new bear under your head. You screamed into it, and Louis ran to the medicine cabinet, to grab you some pain killers.
"How many, Nialler? 2?" Louis asked.
"Yea, bring 2 ibuprofens for her." Niall said, walking in the kitchen. He grabbed the pills from Louis, grabbed you a drink out of the fridge, and brought them to you.
"Here, Janel, take these. It will help with your headache." Niall whispered, as you rolled over on your back. You sat up before Niall gave you the stuff. You downed everything, then got comfortable again. Louis left, and Niall cuddled up to you.
"Good night, Janel. Get better." He whispered very quietly, watching you fall asleep.
Liam: "Liam, I have a headache!" You moaned, from your bedroom. You were at Zayn's, but you started crying, and had to leave. You crashed on the bed, and now, your headache hit. Within a minute, Liam was in your room, with 3 pain killers, a glass of sweetened lemonade, a bar of chocolate, and a few other things that you required to have when you had a headache. You took the pain pills, then rested, while Liam sat next to you, and without a single word, rubbed your shoudler, and comforted you.
Louis: You and him were out doing stuff, just being careless, to say the least, and all of a sudden, you got the biggest headache ever! You tapped Louis' shoulder, and he knew exactly what was wrong. He stopped everything, and took you home. You fell asleep before you got home, so Louis had to carry you inside. Lucky for him, Harry was there, so he helped, and they both took turns caring for you.
Harry: "Haz, I don't feel the best." You said, while you were taking a break at the amusement park. You had been there for 3 hours, and Harry was having the most fun that you had ever seen anyone have. You didn't want to disappoint him, but he told you to tell him if you started feeling funny.
"It's alright, Janel. We can go home if you want to." He said, trying to keep you from crying.
"But, Harry, I want you to have your fun." You said, right on the edge of crying.
"Janel, if you don't feel well, you don't feel well. I've had a lot of fun, and if you want to go home, we can." You broke down right then. Harry grabbed your hand, and led you out, comforting you the whole way home. As you got closer to home, your headache grew incredibly. You got home, and Harry supported you as you walked inside. Harry helped you lay down on the couch, and you fell asleep, crying.
"I wish I could help you get through this, but I don't know how.." Harry said, trailing off as he spoke. You knew that he had done well, doing what he did, but you didn't tell him right then. You were asleep, after all, and when you woke, would be when you told him.
-Janel
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