Michael Clifford fan boy preferences

Car sick

You and Michael sat in the back seat, you had ear buds in your ears as well as Michael. You glanced over to him and he had his head against the window, eyes closed and his skin 10 times paler than usual as he held his belly. "Mikey you okay?" You asked and poked his shoulder, he nodded slightly and a painful grimace came over his face. "You don't look okay?" You sighed, "My tummy hurts a little." He admitted. "Are you gonna puke?" You asked, "I might." He moaned, you could tell he was nowhere near joking. "Roll the window down to get some air or if you have to vomit." You informed him and he nodded rolling the window down and letting the cool breeze hit his face, but that didn't help. You saw him scramble to lean out the window, puking his guts out. You reached over and rubbed his back, he sat back down with a groan and rested his head on your shoulder. "How much left?" He asked, "About..... 1 hour. Can you make it?" You asked and he shrugged, but he did without vomiting anymore.