One direction, taking care of each other

Sick (Liam)

This is a story about how I've been feeling today, but in Liam's perspective. ❤️

Liam's POV.

I groaned when my alarm rang. I was still tired and just wanted to sleep more. I dragged myself out of bed to wake up the others. As soon as I stood up, a dizzy spell came over me. I held onto my bed for support before I walked unsteady out of my room.

"Wake up, boys!" I called into all of their rooms with a raspy raw voice. I walked down to the kitchen and prepared some food for them and myself.

"Good morning!" The boys greeted me.

"Good morning." I answered quietly. The boys looked at me weirdly, but they didn't ask.

I sat down at the table and took a bite of my cereal. It was just like the food was growing bigger in my mouth. I was hungry before I actually started eating. What is wrong with me?" I thought.

I pushed my cereal away and groaned.

"Aren't you hungry, Liam?" Louis asked.

"No, not really." I answered.

"Why? Are you sick?" Niall asked, worried.

"I don't know." I sighted.

"We have some things to do today. Is that alright?" Zayn asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." I answered.

After we prepared for the job, we left the house and left to the recording studio.

I was exhausted after the day. I collapsed on the sofa and breathed out of relief. But when I finally got comfortable, I felt the urge to throw up. I ran to the bathroom and crashed in front of the toilet. I gagged and dry retched before I brought up the small breakfast and some of the previous dinner we had last night. I suddenly felt a warm hand on my back. Someone was rubbing my back in soothing sircles. I kept gagging over the toilet until I almost lost my breath. I collapsed backwards into the person behind me. I looked up to see a concerned Niall. He stroked my hair as I was lying there in his gentle arms.

"Are you okay now, love?" He asked me.

"Yeah, I guess." I sighted.

"Do you want to go back to the couch?" Niall asked. I nodded.

The other boys were sitting in the sofa, giving me sympathic glares.

After many cuddles and one more puke incident, it was night, and we went to bed. I hoped I was better tomorrow.