5sos: All boys sick

Chapter 1

Hellooo! So I'm starting this new story...not sure how long it's gonna be, but I hope you guys like it as much as I do!

P.s...
Zayn will be in this because it takes place during the time that 5sos were touring with One Direction so yeah, obviously Zayn is gonna be in it. Enjoy!
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"You guys doing alright?" Ashton asked shakily as the four of them sat crammed next to each other on an old couch in their backstage dressing room.

Just after the show had ended, each of them had slowly fallen ill with what seemed to be some sort of horrible stomach bug. They had been feeling a little off before the show that day, but it seemed to have hit each one of them hard right when their opening act to One Direction's concert ended. Good timing right?

"No...I feel so sick..." Luke moaned weakly from his position rested on Ashton's shoulder.

The other two just made a small sound of agreement as they sat on the other side of Ashton, hands kneading their stomachs; trying to quell the incessant ache.

Just then, Paul, One Direction's bodyguard came into the room, "Hey guys, a van is on its way to come and take you boys back to your hotel now, how are you guys feeling?"

"Jus' peachy..." Calum mumbled sarcastically.

Paul laughed lightly, "Well it just sucks that all four of you are sick. At least the show is over so you don't have to perform for the rest of the night," he smiled sympathetically at them.

They nodded their heads in agreement, "Yeah, at least the fans got to see us in action," Michael said, half asleep.

"Yeah, well you guys get better, I've got to run now, so I'll see you later. Feel better," Paul said as he walked towards the door. The four boys mumbled a few 'thank you's' and a couple moans of pain.

"Guys I'm gonna be sick," Ashton suddenly blurted and sat forward, his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. He looked around frantically for something to vomit into as a gag escaped his dry lips.

Luke quickly grabbed a trash can from next to the couch and pushed it underneath Ashton's chin. Ash just stared into the bottom of the can for a few moments breathing heavily, then his face paled even further than it already was and vomit poured from his mouth into the bin.

After he slowed to dry heaving and finally stopped, he wiped the drool dangling from his bottom lip onto his sleeve and looked up to see that Calum and Michael had gone from sight. Luke was still sitting next to him, but looked very pale and green in the cheeks. A second later, Luke grabbed Ashton's trash can from his lap and vomited into it quite violently. Ashton rubbed his back comfortingly as he tried to ignore the smell and sight of the throw up. This was not helping his already twisting stomach.

Lou, their and One Direction's hair stylist came into the room and smiled sympathetically at the two sick boys. When Luke finished throwing up, she took the bin from him and went to clean it out. Leaving Luke and Ashton to fall back against the couch; drained of energy, sweat gathering on each of their steaming foreheads. When she got to the bathroom, Michael and Calum were both on their knees, vomiting. Calum into a trash bin, leaned up against the wall, and Michael was hovered over the toilet.

"Oh you poor babies," she cooed and bent down, trying to comfort both of them at the same time. When they finished puking, she helped both of them to clean up. She dumped out the trash can from Luke and Ashton into the toilet, along with Calum's, flushed it, and then ushered the two sick boys back to the couch.

When they were all settled on the couch next to the other two, she took each of their temperatures; all of them just about reaching 103°.
She sighed, "You poor things need to get into bed and rest. Where's that van?" she asked, more to herself.