One Direction One Shots

Hiding Injury

One where Louis is feeling tired so fakes sick. That same morning, Niall falls in the shower and hurts his leg. But, when he finds out about Louis being sick, he decides not to tell the boys. This ends badly.

LOUIS POV:
When I wake up, at 5:00 AM, I still feel tired. It's normal to feel tired at 5:00 AM, but I feel more tired than normal. I try to remember what I was doing last night.

That's it! I was... partying. With some of my friends. Ugh, and we have so much work today!

Hmm, maybe I could try and get out of it... I could fake sick..?

I get right to it. I grab a towel, put some hot water on it, then leave it on my forehead for a few minutes. When I take it off, I put it into the bathtub and call for Liam.

"L-Liam?" I call, using my best sick voice.

He comes in a few seconds later.

"What is it babe?" he asks sweetly.

"I don't feel good."

"Oh no! What hurts?"

"Head and stomach."

"Let me take your temperature."

He grabbed the forehead thermometer. Perfect.

"37.9, not too bad. Do you think you can make it through the day?"

I shake my head.

"Ok, I'll go tell the boys and Paul."

I nodded, and crawled back into bed, smiling.

NIALL POV:
I'm just getting out of the shower when I trip over a bar of soap. Ow, that hurt. I try to get up, but then feel an excruciating pain go up my leg. I almost scream. I'm about to call for Liam when I hear him in a conversation.

"37.9, not too bad. Do you think you can make it through the day? - Ok, I'll go tell the boys and Paul," I hear.

Oh no. Someone must be sick. I decide my injury isn't as important, and choose not to tell the boys.

I put on my clothes, and limp out of the bathroom.

I see Louis in bed still, under he covers, probably sleeping. He must be the sick one. I find the rest of the boys in the kitchen.

"Is Louis sick?" I ask.

Liam nods. I sit down and a lot of the pain of moving my leg goes away, causing me to sigh in relief.

"You ok Ni?" Liam asks, giving me a confused look.

I nod, but he doesn't look too convinced. I just look the other way.

"Ok, time to go for the interview," Liam says after a few minutes of silence.

I wait for all of them to go first, so they don't see me struggling to walk. Fortunately, they don't notice.

When we get to the interview location, I realize since I'm in the middle row, I'll have to get out before the others, so they might notice my problem.

I slowly get out and decide to just lean on the car. THEN, I wait for the others, and stay behind.

Then it happens.

I trip on someone's foot or something, and seconds later I'm on the floor, screaming.

The boys immediately rush over to me.

"Niall! What's wrong!?"

"What just happened?"

"Ok, someone call 911," Paul said.

Zayn is first to respond, and call.

"My friend fell somehow and he needs an ambulance..." is all I hear before I pass out.

HARRY POV:
I'm still in a state of shock. What just happened!? It doesn't look like he only tripped, but what else could've happened?

Then, we here sirens and we're pushed away by the medics.

At Hospital
LIAM POV:
I'm so nervous. Did he really just trip? It looked much worse than that, and I can tell the boys are thinking the same thing.

"Neel Horan? Anyone here for Neel Horan?" someone says after maybe a few hours of waiting.

The boys and I are too worried to get mad, and we stand up.

The doctor leads us to Niall's room.

"He somehow broke his leg, before he tripped, so he needed surgery. Did you guys notice anything off with him before he tripped?"

I raise my hand, barely above my head.

"I noticed he had a pained expression on his face earlier so I asked him if he was alright. Then, he just nodded and looked away! Is it my fault?" I say, worriedly.

"Look, this is none of your guys' fault, but is there anything else?"

"He tried to stay behind us I think," Harry says.

The doctor nods.

"Anything else?"

We all shake our heads.

"Ok, also, aren't there normally like five of you? Isn't this four?"

"Oh, one is home sick," I say.

He raises his eyebrow and sighs.

"That's probably why he didn't tell anyone. He probably thought it would be a burden. I want you to encourage him to tell you when something is wrong next time, ok?"

We all nodded.

"Ok, well, we're going to keep him here overnight, and he'll go home tomorrow."

"Ok, I think we have to go home to take care of the sick one for now."

He nodded, and left.

When we got home, Louis was crying.

"I'm so sorry!"

The boys and I were confused.

"For... staying at home sick?"

"I-I'm not actually sick. I-I was partying with some of my friends last night and stayed up late. S-so I was really tired this morning and... I'm so sorry!"

I was shocked.

"It's not all your fault Louis. But, Niall might want something from you..."

Louis ended up buying Nando's for Niall the next day for lunch, and dinner, and... let's just say there was a lot of Nando's over the next few days.

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