One direction, taking care of each other

Sick with emetophobia (Liam)

Zayn's POV

I woke up in the morning later than normal because we didn't have anything to do this week. I looked over at Liam. He was pale with flushed cheeks and a swetty forehead with his hair sticking to it. Is he sick? I thought. I felt his forehead, and it was definitely a feaver. I got up and walked down the stairs to make Liam some tea for when he woke up. In the kitchen, the rest of the lads were sitting at the table chatting.

"Good morning, Zayn!" They all greeted me.

"Good morning." I answered with a smile.

"Where is Liam?" Louis asked.

"He is still sleeping. He didn't look very well, and I am 100% sure he has a feaver." I answered.

"Aww, poor boy." Niall said sympathetically.

"Yeah." I said as I smiled sadly.

I was making the tea when I heard Liam calling my name.

"ZAYNNNN!!!!"

"I am coming, love!" I said as I ran up the stairs and into our room. He sat in the bed, looking even more sick now than before. He was sobbing and shivering like mad.

"Aww, what's wrong, baby?" I asked as I sat down beside him.

"I don't feel so good." He cried.

"What doesn't feel good, love?" I asked him.

"My tummy." He said and cried even more.

"Is it just hurting, or do you feel like throwing up?"

"Please don't say that!" Liam said and started to breathe really fast.

"Say what??" I asked comfused.

"Throw up." He said with a shaky voice.

"You scared of that?" I asked as I played with his hair.

He nodded, still hyperventilating.

"You are going to make yourself sick if you keep breathing so fast!" I told him, and his breathing quickly calmed down, yet he was still shaking like a leaf.

"I-I don't wanna be sick!" He cried.

"You know, baby, it's not the end of the world if you puke?" I said. He didn't answer me, just looked at me terrified.

"We can go watch a movie together on the couch to make you think about something else." I said and stroked his cheek.

"Y-yeah." He stuttered.

I guided him downstairs and settled him on the sofa with fluffy blankets and pillows. He didn't seem as shaky and scared anymore. I was going to get a bucket just in case, but Liam stopped me.

"Don't leave me, please." He looked at me with big, inosent puppy eyes.

"I just have to get something, love." I said.

"No, stay." He pleaded.

"Okay, I'll stay." I said.

I sat down and let Liam lay his head in my lap.

"Niall, could you come here with a bucket?" I called.

Soon, Niall came and placed the bucket beside the sofa under Liam's head. Liam started to shake again. Just seeing a bucket made him scared.

"Oh, is it that bad?" Niall said sadly. I nodded. Niall gave me the remote control, and I turned on Toy Story trilogy with low volume. Liam fell asleep ten minutes into the movie. I turned off the TV and just closed my eyes for a moment. I woke up some time later by Liam shaking me desperately.

"Zi," He said, panicking. He was even more peaky than before if that is possible. I made him sit up. I knew what was going to happen, so I picked up the bucket.

"Whatever you do, baby, don't hold it back. Let it happen, or it is going to get worse." I told him with a calm, soft voice. He was breathing fast and heavily over the bucket.

"Make it stop!" He cried. Tears were flowing down his rosy cheeks.

"I wish I could, my little friend." I said as I held him tight from behind while rubbing his stomach. Liam swallowed hard.

"No, don't swallow. You gotta let it happen, baby." I said. I hated to see my mate so helpless.

Liam retched and then whimpered. He retched again, and this time, he brought something up.

"Stop! make it stop!" He cried. Before he heaved painfully again.

It huuuurts." He said and hiccuped. He burped and gagged, but nothing more came up.

He was now in a full ass panic attack. He was hyperventilating, shivering, his heart was beating fast, and he was swetting.

Liam's POV

I didn't like this at all, I just wanted to die then and there. I felt like I had no control over my own body, and that is a feeling I hate. Zayn tried his hardest to comfort me.

"Shh, calm down, I am here." I heard Zayn say. It sounded far away. I had this feeling of unreality. My hands and feet were tingling. I felt Zayn take the bucket away from me, and then he wiped my mouth with some paper. Afterwards, I collapsed backwards into his arms.

Zayn's POV

We both laid down on the sofa, holding each other tight. Liam cried himself to sleep incredibly exhausted from being so sick and scared.

"Sleep well, baby. I love you." I whispered. Liam hummed in response.

Liam slept for the rest of the day and night and was all good in the morning without any more incidents. Now that he has experienced throwing up, he isn't as scared of it anymore. I am so proud of my brave little Payno!!!

What should my next story be about? I have no ideas right now! 🤭❤️