One Direction Sickfics *second edition*

Prone - Harry

It was another day on tour. Everything was going great. Everyone apart of the team loved their jobs. From the roadies, to security, to management, to wardrobe, to the boy band themselves, everyone found joy in what they did. And who could blame them, tour life was exciting. It gave you the chance to see the world and experience new things. Sure there were some down sides like the crappy travel times and the demanding schedule and being away from home and family, But the sucky stuff was only temporary and  the good always out-weighed the bad. The most sucky of all though, was being sick on tour. 

A world tour was a marathon. Travelling from country to country with a ton of high tech equipment and a large team of staff was no small feat. And of course each country was different. They all had different customs, laws, time zones and most importantly temperatures. In one country it might be tropical in the next it might be overcast. Not to mention different seasons. 

When a person became exhausted and they were travelling so frequently and jumping between time zones on the other side of the equator where the seasons changed as well as the time, it often lead to some sickness. Which was exactly the position Harry found himself in. 

It was 9:00am and the boys were all slowly being pulled from sleep by the soft rays of sunlight drifting through the cracks in the curtains. Everything was still and quiet. They had only jsut arrived in the new city where they would perform a total of 4 shows across the upcoming weekend. It was Tuesday and the first performance wasn't until Thursday, so they had some time to themselves while the stadium was set and they had no strict performance schedule to abide by. 

As his band mates began to wake up and stretch letting out yawns and stumbling around in their state of early morning delirium Harry too found himself leaving dreamland and arriving back to reality. Letting out a yawn and slipping out of his own bunk bed he stumbled to the kitchen ready to find some breakfast. 

While the biggest foodie was Niall, Harry was the chef and he took his role very seriously. The boys of course had their own personal chef and a team of kitchen staff to feed the entire tour team including themselves Harry would often cook the meals he and the others ate when he had the time. 

Niall was the first to sit down at the table ready to eat his stomach grumbling. Liam and Louis joined him and Harry bustled around the tiny bus kitchenette. Zayn of course was still sleeping, he would wait until the last possible second to get out of bed which meant no one would see him until breakfast was being served. 

Still in a groggy state Harry continued to wake himself up. He cleared his throat and it almost felt harsh. He swallowed a couple of times trying to soothe it, but it remained uncomfortable. He thought to himself as he began to scramble some eggs and fry bacon. 'He must just be extra tired.'

Louis stood up from his seat and joined Harry to help with breakfast. He chose to help out by making what he made best. Cups of good old English tea. While Harry finished cooking and Zayn stumbled into a seat upon smelling an almost finished breakfast, Louis noticed that Harry kept sniffling. 

"Need a tissue mate?" He asked the curly headed chef.

"Huh? Tissues will just break mate, I think a napkin would be better for- " 

Louis cut him off, "not for the food, for your nose you bloody idiot." Louis rolled his eyes jokingly. "You keep sniffling." He offered an explanation.

"Oh, I didn't notice." Harry just shrugged and after plating up breakfast for everyone he blew his nose. It made him feel better even though he didn't even notice he wasn't feeling great before it. 

Harry sat beside Zayn jumping in to eat his own breakfast after the other started before him. He chowed down on his food appreciating his own work. He joined in on breakfast conversation everyone becoming more and more awake and further from sleep. Yet somehow part of Harry still felt tired. 

"Dude why do you sound so congested. You have got a serious case of morning voice." Zayn laughed at Harry as he listened to him blab on about some girl he saw at the coffee shop yesterday.  Harry brushed it off, he was still waking up after all.

But even after they finished eating and washed the dishes Harry was still feeling tired and his throat was still feeling a little irritated. He was suddenly more conscious of his sniffing and went to get another tissue to blow his nose. The boys moved on to start getting ready and Harry needed to blow his nose for what felt like the hundredth time again today. He resulted in just grabbing the whole box and bringing to the back lounge with him. The boys all sat on the couches laughing and messing about while one by one they took turns using the bathroom and they each ran off slowly to get dressed. Louis and Harry continued to muck around in their pyjamas, Niall soon joining them although dressed. 

As Liam was just about to force the two lazy troublemakers to get ready Paul came in to interrupt. 

"Hey lads, just letting you know some on the team are catching colds. It just the common cold so nothing to worry about, but distance yourself where you can from those who have it."

Zayn quickly turned his head to look at Harry who was once again clearing his throat. He shook his head and scoffed. "Too late for that Paul."

The others looked confused but Louis soon caught on to what Zayn was trying to say. When Harry let out a chesty cough it became clear to everyone else too. 

"Bloody hell Haz. Why is it always you?" Niall chuckled half heartedly partly feeling sympathetic. 

Paul looked Harry up and down. Of course it was him. The bloody idiot couldn't avoid any sickness even if he avoided it like the plague. 

"Well no point getting dressed now." Liam laughed. "Go get back in bed, I'll bring you some medicine soon."

"I'll make soup for lunch." Zayn offered.

Harry stood up and moved off to bed while everyone found themselves busy again. Liam and Zayn stepped in to take care of Harry while Louis and Niall kept themselves and Harry entertained before he fell back asleep again. It was only the common cold, it wouldn't kill him. But that wasn't going to stop the boys from taking care of their little brother.