1d Sickfics

|11|Sick but tells no one (Harry)

Harry's POV

I woke up feeling really tired. My head ached and I hadn't gotten more than 2 hours of sleep. I went to bed early but I couldn't fall asleep no matter what I tried.

I heard a loud sound and Zayn ran into my room running from someone.

"What's going on?" I questioned as he hid behind me.

"I may or may not have dumped water on Louis's head to wake him up..." Zayn said laughing at his prank.

"Zayn! I know your in there!" Louis yelled making me wince. He came in with a cup of water and threw it on me.

"Louis?!" I yelled as I was very wet.

"Sorry! I thought you were Zayn." I sighed and stood up.

"Both of you get out!" I yelled and pushed them away. I felt freezing cold now, and my headache had only worsened. It would probably turn into a migraine soon. I changed and made my way downstairs.

"I'm really sorry Harry," Louis said sincerely.

"It's fine." I sighed and walked towards the kitchen. The smell of food made me gag.

"Wheres Liam and Niall?" I asked looking up at Louis.

"Niall is sick, and Liam is looking after him. Which means we need to get going to the interview. They've been excused from it, but we still need to go." When he said that I knew right away I could say I was sick. They needed me at the interview and Niall probably had it way worse off. I nodded and gave a fake smile.

I took a quick shower. The hot water felt suffocating and made me lightheaded.

"Harry, you okay in there? We've got to go in 5," Louis said knocking lightly.

"Yep, I'll be out in a second." I heard footsteps walk away and I sunk to the floor. I clutched my head and tried to breath normally. I shook off the dizziness and stood slowly. I took in my appearance in the mirror. My skin was pale and my hair was laced with sweat even after the shower.

I walked out the door, the pounding in my head only increasing.

"Haz, are you feeling okay? You look a little pale..." Zayn asked as I walked outside.

"I feel fine, it's probably just the lighting." Zayn nodded.

When we arrived, we quickly went to hair, makeup, and our changing room.

Once everyone was ready it was time for the interview.

***

The whole thing went pretty well, at least I thought so.

I was feeling off and had been pretty spacey throughout but I don't think anybody noticed.

"Hazza, are you sure you're okay? I know Zayn checked in with you, but you're looking horrid. No offense." Louis was beginning to catch on. I nodded and smiled.

"I'm fine." I stated and went to turn but began to sway. He reached and grabbed my arm, steadying my shaky body.

"Harry, I can see you're not okay. You're shaking and you look really pale, you looked like you were going to pass out for a minute there. Tell me the truth, please?" Louis pleaded with his stubborn bandmate.