(Niall's POV)
I've been tossing back and forth in this stupid bed all night. Its burning up in here and I can't get rid of these stomach cramps. I thought about asking one of the boys to help, but I decided against, not wanting to wake any of them up. We were all exhausted, we'd have a nonstop work week, interviews, concerts, everyday for the last week. They other lads practically passed out when they hit their beds. There's no way I could wake one of them up, they'd hate me for sure. I finally decide to just go into the kitchen and get some medicine, that will get rid of my stomach pain. I go and lay on the couch and begin yi drift asleep as I feel the effects of the medicine.
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(Liam's POV)
I feel so much better after getting to sleep in, I thought I was going to die if I went any longer without sleep. I figured I might as well make the lads so breakfast since we had the day off. It's kinda odd for none of the guys to be up though, but considering how exhausted they were its understandable. I started to make breakfast, and figured I'd go see if anyone was up and had any suggestions on what to cook. I go to Louis and Zayn's room first, even though I know there's no way they're up. I open the door to see them both still completly out of it, no shocker there. I then went on to Harry and Niall's room, I walked in seeing harry sprawled out all over his bed, I then looked over to see Niall's bed empty. I figured I'd go look in the bathroom and see if he was there, but when I went to look both bathroom's were empty. I went strait to the living room to see Niall curled up on the couch. From what I could see he was sweating and pale as a ghost.
This couldn't be good.
I walked over to him and shook his shoulder to try and stir him, I could feel this heat radiating off the poor lad.
"Ni, come on wake up?" I said again, failing the first time. Niall began to stir awake as I started to shake him again. He looked up at me with bloodshot eyes, and flushed cheeks.
"How ya feeling? You don't look to hot." I asked, already knowing by his looks that he probably felt like crap.
"Been better." Niall replied as he put his face back down into a pillow.
"What's wrong? Stomach, head?" I asked trying to figure what had the lad so down.
"Stomach." Niall mumbled.
"Can you be a bit more specific?" I said not really getting much from his answer.
"Feel like I've been stabbed in the stomach with a knife." Niall replied.
"You feel up to eating?" Now if he turns down food he must really be sick.
"Not hungry." Niall said as he turned facing the back of the couch, trying to snuggle into it.
Man never thought I'd hear niall day those words, he must really be sick.
"I'll be back." I said even though I knew I probably wouldn't get a response.
I went into the bathroom to get some supplies, and a bucket, in case Niall gets sick. When I went back into the living room I still saw Niall curled up on the couch.
