One direction Sickfics/Kidfics

Louis or Harry? (Ziam Family)

Request for: ilangel1

"Dad," Louis whimpered, leaning on the wall just inside the kitchen.

Liam turned away from the stove where he was making eggs for breakfast. "Morning, bud. What's up?"

"I feel weird," Louis rubbed his stomach self-consciously, trying to put up the best act possible.

"Oh, Lou." Liam walked over and put his hand on his son's forehead, immediately in caretaker mode. "What feels bad?"

"My stomach," Louis lied, making his voice as wobbly as he could. "And my head too."

Liam looked Louis up and down, worry creasing his brow. "You don't feel like you have a fever, so that's good. Do you want some breakfast? You could just have some toast or crackers if you don't think you can handle eggs."

Louis only shook his head. "I don't want anything. I feel so sick." He rubbed a hand down his face, wincing as if in pain. "I just want to sleep."

Liam sighed. "How about you go lay down on the couch for a bit? Maybe a bit of rest will do you good. I'll get your brother to help me with the car and I'll check on you after breakfast."

Louis nodded and pushed himself off the wall, wandering toward the living room. He got himself comfortable on the couch with a pillow and a throw blanket and settled down to listen to some of his family have breakfast. He smirked to himself, feeling proud that he had been able to convince his dad that he really was sick. It was getting increasingly hard to do so, but the fact that it was Sunday definitely helped him as he wouldn't normally waste a sick card on a weekend.

But truth be told, he really just wasn't in the mood to spend his Sunday morning getting dirty and sweaty while cleaning his dad's car.

Louis was just starting to doze off when the unmistakable sound of Niall thumping down the stairs echoed through the house. He was always loud, both his actions and his voice. When he got to the bottom, Liam shushed him loudly before he could speak.

"Louis is not well, buddy. He's got a headache so you need to be quiet, alright baby?" Liam told the ten-year-old who nodded and went to the kitchen.

Louis heard the sound of footsteps approaching so burrowed under the blanket and tried to make himself look as sad and small as he could.

Zayn tiptoed in and crouched to look at Louis's face. "You awake, sweetie?" When Louis opened his eyes and nodded slightly, he continued. "Sorry if I made too much noise... Dad said you're poorly."

Louis whimpered. "Mmm. Could you, maybe, get me a sick bowl or something?" he asked, arms wrapped tight around his stomach.

"Do you need it right now?" Zayn asked, trying not to sound too freaked out. He jumped up frantically, ready to run out of the room and get it, but calmed down when Louis shook his head. "Okay, can I get you anything else?"

The boy shook his head once again, curling in on himself with a small moan.

Zayn sighed, rubbed his son's shoulder on his way past, and went back to the kitchen where he started rummaging through the cupboard under the sink in search of a bowl for Louis.

"What're you looking for?" Liam asked from the stove, where he was serving the eggs onto four plates as he was pretty sure Louis wouldn't be joining them. When he saw the bowl in his husband's hands, he sighed. "Is he that bad?"

Zayn shrugged. "Said he doesn't need it now, but asked me to get it."

Liam nodded, glancing from the bowl to the eggs he had just finished serving. "I'll take it to him. You wanna go find Harry? I think he's still sleeping, but we should probably get moving."