✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

He's really not well. ⏯ L.P.

The One Direction tour bus rumbled down the highway, but inside, the atmosphere was less than lively. Louis, Zayn, Niall, and Harry were all huddled together on the couch, wrapped in blankets and sniffling miserably.

"I feel like I've been hit by a truck," Niall groaned, his voice thick with congestion.

"Tell me about it. My head is pounding," Harry added, reaching for a tissue.

Liam, ever the responsible one, bustled around the bus, fetching medicine and extra blankets for his sick bandmates.

"Here you go, guys. Some cold medicine to help you feel better," Liam said, distributing the pills and cough syrup.

"Thanks, Liam," Zayn murmured, accepting the medicine gratefully.

Liam smiled warmly at them. "No problem. Just let me know if you need anything else, okay?"

With a final round of "thank you"s, Liam retreated to the back of the bus, hoping to catch a few moments of peace and quiet.

However, as he settled into his seat, exhaustion caught up with him, and before he knew it, he had drifted off to sleep.

Several hours later, Zayn, feeling slightly better, decided to check on Liam. He made his way to the back of the bus and gently shook Liam's shoulder.

"Liam, wake up mate," Zayn whispered.

Liam groaned and blinked his eyes open, squinting against the sudden light. "What's up, Zayn?"

"I just wanted to see if you're okay. You've been back here for a while," Zayn explained, concern etched on his face.

Liam tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him, and he slumped back against the seat. "I don't feel so good, Zayn. My head is killing me, and I can't stop sneezing and coughing."

Zayn frowned, worry deepening in his eyes. "Let's get you up to the front of the bus and see if we can help."

With Zayn's help, Liam stumbled to the front of the bus, leaning heavily on his friend for support.

The others sprang into action as soon as they saw Liam's condition. Niall fetched a thermometer, while Harry grabbed more medicine and blankets.

"Let's get you settled, mate," Louis said, guiding Liam to a seat and wrapping a blanket around his shoulders.

Liam gratefully accepted the care from his friends, feeling grateful for their support.

As they all settled in together, Liam couldn't help but smile at the bond they shared. Even when one of them was down, the rest of the band was there to pick them back up again.

As Liam lay on the sofa, the pain in his head intensified until it felt like his skull was splitting open. He clutched his temples, trying to find some relief, but it was no use. Suddenly, he felt a wave of nausea wash over him, and before he could react, he doubled over and vomited all over himself.

"Oh god, Liam!" Zayn exclaimed, rushing to his side.

The other boys sprang into action, grabbing towels and a change of clothes for Liam. They worked quickly to clean him up and get him into fresh clothes, all the while murmuring words of reassurance and comfort.

"It's okay, mate. We've got you," Louis said, patting Liam's back gently.

Once Liam was settled back on the sofa, Harry handed him a glass of water and some more medicine, hoping to ease his suffering.

But just as Liam began to relax, a violent coughing fit seized him, leaving him gasping for air and struggling to breathe.

"Liam, mate, are you okay?" Niall asked, concern etched on his face.

Liam shook his head weakly, his chest heaving as he fought for air. Harry quickly retrieved Liam's inhaler and helped him take a few puffs, hoping to calm his lungs.

"Thanks, Harry," Liam wheezed, leaning back against the cushions, his body trembling with exhaustion.

Zayn glanced around at the others, his worry deepening. "Guys, I think we need to take Liam to a clinic. He's really not well."

The boys nodded in agreement, realizing that Liam's condition was far worse than they had initially thought. "Paul, can you take us to the nearest walk-in clinic?" Louis called out, urgency lacing his voice.

Paul nodded and quickly changed course, heading towards the nearest medical facility.

At the clinic, the doctor examined Liam thoroughly before diagnosing him with a severe strain of the flu. She prescribed him some antibiotics and instructed the boys on how to care for him at home.

Back on the bus, the boys settled Liam into bed, making sure he was comfortable and had everything he needed.

"We've got you, Liam. We'll take care of you," Harry said softly, tucking the blankets around him.

Liam smiled weakly, grateful for the love and support of his friends. As he drifted off to sleep, he knew that with the boys by his side, he would soon be back on his feet again.