Carrier

Late Night Visitors

Liam's POV

1) No leaving the house

2) No physically straining activities

3) Get at least 9 hours of sleep a day

4) No heavy lifting

5) Eat 3 full meals a day

6) Call EVERY night before going to sleep

7) Avoid all stressful situations (NO arguing in front of him)

8) Take baths NOT showers

9) Follow all of Dr. Ada and/or Melissa's orders

10) Must ONLY eat from list of foods

I read over the list twice and must resist the urge to rip it all up and throw it away.

"This is ridiculous! Please tell me all of you did not seriously sign off on this!" I snap handing the list back to Niall.

"We all did. It's for your health and safety," Niall replies sliding his hands onto my shoulders and gently massaging them the best he can from the backseat of the car.

"I already sent my mum a copy of that and your nutrition papers so don't bother tossing it out the window or tearing it apart," Zayn comments as though he can read my mind even though his eyes never leave the road.

"I'll miss you guys. I don't even get a proper good bye from Louis and Harry," I pout just wanting to continue on with the tour with the lads, "I'll no longer go on stage. I'll just relax back stage and on the bus," I continue to plead as we near the Mailk family house.

"We've already discussed this before, Liam. The answer is no. You will let my mum and sisters take care of you. As for Louis and Harry, you know they had to stay behind to take care of somethings and to have some alone time together, They both kissed you good bye this morning," Zayn reminds me making me just pout all the more.

There is no winning this battle. I'm staying with Trisha. Plus, it's not like I can make a run for it. I can't even get out of my seat on my own.

"Harry and Louis didn't want to come cause they're being Larry," Niall randomly snickers from the back seat.

"You're such a weirdo," I grumble, but I can't help but smile.

"They're probably giving each other blow jobs right now. I wonder who tops? We obviously know with you two," Niall laughs poking at my tummy.

"Don't poke him," Zayn orders slapping Niall's hand away.

"Fine, I won't poke him," Niall says before leaning around and kissing me full on the lips. Zayn's knuckles are white as he clutches the steering wheel, his jaw set. Niall falling back into his seat laughing isn't helping any. My are flushed from the embarrassment of it all.

"Niall, you touch him in anyway for the rest of the ride there I'm going to pull this car off to the side of the road, drag you out out of this and beat you," Zayn hisses though clenched teeth, but Niall only laughs some more.