Emetophobia

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This was a request. (I do NOT want to try to find a photo for this, by the way.)

NIALL POV: I'm sitting in my room listening to some music where Liam comes in

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NIALL POV:
I'm sitting in my room listening to some music where Liam comes in.

"Hey, Harry caught the stomach flu," he says.

"I- uh- is he ok?"

"Not really, he hasn't thrown up yet-"

"Yet!?"

"I mean, I don't really know if he is, I- anyways, he says his stomach hurts and I think that's it."

I nod.

"Th-thanks."

"You ok too?"

I nod.

"Mhmm."

(I have not been sick for four or five years (which is like, half of my life), don't judge me, I'm so bad at writing this!)

One Hour Later
NIALL POV:
Someone knocks on the door again.

"Come in," I say.

Liam enters the room.

"Hey Li," I say.

"Hi, time for lunch."

"O-ok..."

He gives me a concerned look.

"You alright?"

I nod, and quickly stand up, in an attempt to dismiss the topic.

God, I hope no one throws up...

You see, I have a fear of vomit... a really severe one. I can't STAND the smell, sight, or even the sound of it.

Thankfully, Harry is just on the couch sleeping.

I breathe a sigh of relief when I see him.

"What was that for?" Liam asks from behind me.

"N-nothing!" I say.

He just shrugs.

"I just made some chicken noodle soup, to help Harry."

I nod.

"Thanks."

He just nods back.

After lunch, I walk back to my room.

"Wait, Ni?" Liam calls me back.

"Yea?"

"Wanna watch a movie with us?"

"Th-the five?"

"Yea... something wrong with that?"

"No! I'll join!" I spit out, immediately regretting it.

"Ok then."

The only spot left is next to Harry, so I decide to sit on the floor instead.

"You can sit over there if you want, on the couch," Liam says.

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