Michael Clifford sickfics

Carsick

Request by x5soscalm. They aren't famous, just friends. This sucks sorry
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Michael was not one to enjoy long car rides, he got bored fairly fast and would go on his phone for entertainment. But, today was diffrent. Michael's mum decided to go on a week long road trip and had invited Calum, Ashton, and Luke along, who all could go. Michael was actually excited, he never had gone on a road trip and his 3 best friends were coming along so it was gonna be a blast. All four had sat in the middle and far back of the car, Karen driving as the platinum blonde and brunette sat in the middle on the blonde and dirty blonde sat in the far back. The boys would be loud and laughing and silly, then be quiet as they listened to music, then they would be loud again, they went back and forth through the drive. "Mum, are we gonna get something to eat soon?" Michael asked as he leaned forward in his seat, "Yes Mikey, I'll drive-thru a McDonalds soon." Karen smiled and ruffled her son's platinum blonde hair, making the teenager laugh as he sat back down and fixed his hair. Karen went drove through a McDonalds and continued driving, knowing she will stop once they reach a hotel, Michael ate his burger and fries rather quickly and maybe it wasn't the smartest choice as the van was getting stuffy and several bumps were in the road they were currently on, this all making the contents of his tummy slosh around and made him nauseous. Michael rested his head against the window and put his hands on his tummy, "Mikey, you feeling alright?" Luke asked as he leaned forward and Michael nodded, "Just getting tired." He mumbled. Everyone was convinced as he had been awake since 8 am and it was now almost 9 pm, Michael's tummy contents were rolling around uncomfortably and causing him to get even more nauseous, he couldn't hide the pain he was in so he had to come clean. "M-mum?" He whimpered and his mother hummed in response, "My stomach really hurts." He groaned with a pained grimace evident on his face. "Do you feel nauseous sweetie?" She asked and he nodded sadly, "Take deep breaths okay? Drink some of your water and relax honey." She cooed and he leaned back into his seat, sipping from his water bottle and leaning his head back, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths through his nose, slightly rubbing his sour stomach through the fabric of his shirt. His belly made an quiet noise that only Michael could hear and it was an awful noise, sending puke up his throat, he grabbed the empty McDonalds paper bag and gagged over it, hot tears stinging his eyes as he dry heaved over the white plastic bag, Calum reached over and took the bag from Michael's hands, holding it under his chin for him. "I-I d-don't.....Idon'twannabesick." Michael cried as he gagged hard again, "I'm finding a place to pull over sweetheart." Karen cooed, "H-hurry, please." Michael whimpered out before vomit spewed out of his mouth, his dinner coming right back up. Michael paused for a moment and Karen pulled the car over, Michael immediately jumped out of the car and doubled over the grass, puking his guts out more and everyone got out of the car. Karen standing next to her sick son and rubbing circles in his back, "M-mum, i-it hurts." Michael whimpered as he finished up the second round of sick. "I know baby I know, we're almost to a hotel. Can you make it?" She asked and Michael gulped, taking a deep shaky breath before standing up straight, "Y-yeah, I can." He huffed and plopped down on the leather seat of the car. He scooted all the way to the end and everyone got in, Calum next to him still and Michael laid on his side, resting his head on Calum's lap and curled up in a ball, he fell asleep on the ride to the hotel and no one had the heart to wake him up so Ashton carried him inside, laying him down on a bed and pulling the comforter over him. Michael was perfectly gone the rest of the trip, being careful to not eat that fast in the car again.