One Direction One Shots

Niall Sick

One where the boys are all going shopping. Harry needs a wee, so the boys are trying to take care of that, but Niall feels sick.

NIALL POV:
Right now, the boys and I are all going shopping for clothes.

Well, that's what we were doing.

Now we're kind of just looking for a bathroom for Harry.

Well, the others are.

I'm just trying not to puke all over the floor.

HARRY POV:
Right now, I really have to pee, but I can't help but notice the pained look on Niall's face.

I want to tell the boys, but right now my thing seems more important.

Ten Minutes Later
HARRY POV:
Just when I don't think I can hold it much longer, Liam spots one.

"There's one!"

I run there. There's no line, and it's a family restroom.

All the boys go in with me.

I go first, obviously, and Zayn rushes in right after me. I think Louis is about to go too, when Niall taps him.

"I-I think I have to throw up." he says.

"That's such a lame excuse."

He starts going, and as soon as he does, we all hear a splatter onto the floor.

I turn around.

Niall's puking onto the ground.

In a bathroom.

NIALL POV:
I feel really sick right now.

In fact, I think I might throw up. Oh god, I'm gonna be sick.

We finally find Harry a bathroom. A family bathroom, so we all go in. Harry goes, then Zayn.

As soon as Zayn's done, I know I have to puke.

"I-I think I have to throw up." I say to Louis, seeing him going in front of the toilet.

He says something about it being an excuse, but I don't pay attention.

He pulls down his pants, and starts going.

That does it for me.

I start puking all over the floor.

I feel a cold hand on my back.

After a few rounds of sick, I finally have another strength to stand up.

"I-I'm sorry."

"YOU'RE sorry?"

I slowly nodded, slightly confused.

"I got sick on Liam's shoes a little."

"So?"

"So... I'm sorry..?"

"Niall, bud, we don't care about our shoes, we just wanna make sure you're alright."

"Oh."

"I-I'm really sorry Niall," Louis said.

"I- it's fine... I guess."

He just nods hesitantly.

"Should... should we call a cleaner then?"

I nodded.

We went outside the bathroom, and waved someone over.

Louis whispered something to him, and he just nodded.

Liam, very kindly, tipped the cleaner $100 for his troubles, and we went on our way, straight home, without buying a single thing.

Over the next few days, the boys took care of me, especially Louis. After a few days, I was completely better.

I know it was bad, but it's the same thing about story ideas, and my weird brain, if you read some of my other author notes.

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