✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

Get them off! ⏯ H.S.

The day had started like any other day for One Direction. They were in the midst of their tour, traveling from city to city, performing for their adoring fans. But as the day progressed, something felt off. Harry had been complaining of feeling unwell since morning, but being the trooper he was, he brushed it off, not wanting to disappoint anyone.

As they finished their soundcheck, Louis noticed Harry seemed paler than usual, his usually vibrant green eyes now dulled with fatigue. "Hazza, mate, you look like you're about to keel over. Maybe you should sit this one out," Louis suggested, concern evident in his voice.

Harry shook his head stubbornly. "Nah, Lou, I'm fine. Just a bit tired, that's all."

But as the day wore on, Harry's condition worsened. By the time they hit the stage for their concert, Harry was visibly struggling. He stumbled over his words during their banter between songs, and his movements lacked their usual energy and grace.

During their final set, Harry's legs gave out beneath him, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his head in agony. The rest of the boys rushed to his side, concern etched on their faces.

"Harry! Mate, what's wrong?" Niall exclaimed, kneeling beside him.

Harry's breathing was laboured, and his skin was clammy to the touch. "I-I don't know. Everything's spinning," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

Liam quickly dialled for medical assistance, while Zayn and Louis tried to keep Harry calm, their hearts heavy with worry.

As the paramedics rushed Harry to the nearest hospital, the boys sat anxiously in the waiting room, their minds plagued with fear and uncertainty.

Hours passed before a tired-looking doctor finally emerged from Harry's room, his expression grim. "He's running a high fever, likely due to a viral infection," the doctor explained, his words heavy with concern. "We've administered medication to bring down his temperature, but he's still very weak. He'll need plenty of rest and fluids to recover."

Relief washed over the boys at the news that Harry was going to be okay, but their worries were far from over. As they filed into Harry's room one by one, they were met with a sight that tore at their hearts.

Harry lay pale and vulnerable in the hospital bed, his usually vibrant curls matted with sweat. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, and he shivered uncontrollably despite the warm blankets piled atop him.

"Hey, Hazza," Louis said softly, taking Harry's hand in his own. "You gave us quite a scare there, mate."

Harry managed a weak smile, though it quickly faded as another wave of dizziness washed over him. "Sorry, Lou. Didn't mean to worry you guys."

Zayn reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from Harry's forehead, his heart aching at the sight of his friend in such distress. "You just focus on getting better, yeah? We've got everything under control."

But as the night wore on, Harry's fever spiked once more, sending him spiraling into a delirious state. He tossed and turned restlessly in his bed, his mind plagued by vivid hallucinations.

"Get them off me! Get them off!" Harry cried out, his voice hoarse with fear.

The boys rushed to his side, their hearts breaking at the sight of their friend in such agony. "Harry, mate, there's nothing there. You're safe," Liam reassured him, his voice gentle yet firm.

But Harry's cries only grew louder as he thrashed about, swatting frantically at imaginary creatures crawling up his arms and legs.

"Niall, help me hold him down!" Louis called out, desperation evident in his voice.

Together, they worked to restrain Harry, their hands gentle yet firm as they tried to calm him. "It's okay, Harry. We're here with you. You're not alone," Niall whispered, his voice a soothing presence amidst the chaos.

Slowly but surely, Harry's thrashing subsided, and he sank back against his pillows, exhausted from the ordeal. The boys stayed by his side throughout the night, taking turns keeping watch over him as he drifted in and out of consciousness.

As the days passed, Harry's fever began to relent, and his hallucinations gradually faded away. With the unwavering support of his bandmates, he slowly but surely regained his strength, his laughter ringing through the hospital ward once more.

"You're looking much better, Hazza," Zayn remarked, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Harry grinned, his eyes sparkling with newfound energy. "Thanks, Zayn. Couldn't have done it without you guys."

The boys shared a knowing look, their bond stronger than ever in the wake of Harry's illness. Through the highs and lows, they knew that they would always be there for each other, a family forged in the fires of adversity.

And as they prepared to leave the hospital behind and continue their journey together, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them head-on, united as one. For in the end, it was their love for each other that would always see them through.