Malia And Kylie Oneshots

Hidden Fever

Malia's POV

I wake up in a cold sweat, my head throbs, my throat scratches, my body aches, this is hell. I groan as I put my hand on my forehead, I have a fever. Suddenly the nausea hits me as I clamber out of bed and rush to the bathroom, just making it before vomiting out my dinner from last night. I slump down beside the toilet as I wipe my face, the bright lights hurt my eyes, I slowly close my eyes ready to fall back asleep when a loud knock on the door wakes me up,

"Makeup!" They yell, oh jeez, I forgot it's interview day. I quickly flush the toilet and splash some water on my face, 

"Coming!" I try to yell but my voice comes out in a quiet raspy squeak, oh shit. I unlock the door and a whole crew of people come in,

"Okay we're gonna do makeup and hair together as we are running a bit late" My makeup artist laughs as I sit on the chair,

"Shit your face is hot, do you feel okay?" She asks as she starts putting primer on,

"Just tired" I croak out, I see the looks on their faces but they continue to do their work, my head feels like it's going to explode, I have no Panadol left but if I ask someone for some they're going to get suspicious of me, I can't blow this. This is the whole reason I'm in LA for these interviews, I cannot be sick. Suddenly my phone starts ringing and it's Kylie, I decide to decline it because I need to save my voice for the interviews, if she needs something she can text.

"Outfit time" My team hands me my outfit for todays promo, they help me get changed and slightly adjusting things to make it perfect,

"You just need photos then we'll go" My manager says as the photographer comes into the room, we take multiple pictures before I'm rushed off into a van. 

"You'll need to post these once they're edited" My manger flicks through the photos in front of me but my head hurts too bad to pay any attention,

"You okay? You're not sick are you?' She asks and I quickly shake my head,

"Good" She says before leaning forward to the driver telling them to hurry up, my stomach starts to cramp up, oh god.

"Okay quick, there's paparazzi remember to smile" My manager practically yanks me out the seat and shoves me out the door, all the flashing is like a gun shooting at my head, it hurts so bad, I don't stay around long much to my managers dismay before rushing inside and finding the nearest bathroom. I lock the door behind me before crouching over the toilet bowl once again, I vomit twice before cleaning my face and touching up my makeup in the mirror, to get through today I'm going to need a miracle. I leave the bathroom and go to our interview room,

"Malia!" Ruby squeals and pulls me into her arms,

"God you look good girl!" She says,

"Thanks Rubes, so do you" I say, my voice sounding like a car just ran over my throat,

"Um you good girl?" She asks,

"Yeah just ned to clear my throat" I cough,

"Oh I think I saw the drinks back here" Ruby drags my hand and takes me to the snack table, I grab a bottle of water and chug half of it,

"Damn okay!" Ruby laughs,

"Hey baddies!!" Kylie laughs as she enters the interview room, I quickly put the bottle back up to my lips and wave,

"Hey Ky" Ruby hugs her,

"Okay ladies we starting in 5!" The director calls out,

"Dibs middle seat!" Kylie runs to the chairs,