Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

Sick Mummy Direction

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the shared flat, casting a warm glow across the living room. The boys of One Direction were busy getting ready for their day when Liam noticed that Y/N hadn't come out of her room. Usually, she was the first one up, bustling around the kitchen or teasing them about their messy hair.

"Has any of you seen Y/N?"Liam yelled from the kitchen, earning a series of "no" in the living room. "she hasn't come out, mate?" Zayn asked, entering the room Liam was in, the younger boy shook his head no.

"I'll go check on her," Liam said, concern flickering across his features as he knocked lightly on Y/N's door. "Y/N? You okay in there?"

A weak groan was the only response. He opened the door slowly and found her curled up in bed, blankets pulled tightly around her. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked pale beneath the warmth of her duvet.

A series of soft coughs were heard as Liam approached her.

"Hey, you're burning up," Liam said softly, placing the back of his hand on her forehead. The heat radiating from her skin confirmed his suspicion: she was definitely sick. She groaned, trying to hide herself under the covers.

"What's going on?" Niall's voice chimed from the hallway, followed by the other boys who gathered to peek in. "Y/N's not feeling well" Liam announced. Concern quickly spread among them, and before she knew it, the boys were in full caretaker mode.

"Alright, everyone, let's divide and conquer" Harry said, already heading to the kitchen. "I'll make tea."

"I'll grab some medicine" Zayn said, grabbing the car keys and slipping out to find the nearest pharmacy.

"Extra blankets, coming right up," Louis declared, already pulling open the linen closet and grabbing the blankets he could grab.

Niall, ever the soft-hearted one, sat at her bedside with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, we'll take care of you," he said, gently patting her hand. 

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, and despite the pounding in her head, she managed a weak smile. "You guys don't have to fuss..."

"Too late," Harry called from the kitchen, the sound of the kettle hissing in the background. "We're already fussing." he chuckled. 

Within moments, Harry returned with a steaming mug of honey-laced tea. He set it on the nightstand, a look of genuine concern on his face. "Drink this, love. It'll help your throat."

Zayn came back soon after, carrying a bag with a variety of over-the-counter remedies. "Picked up some meds and some ginger candy—figured it couldn't hurt," he said, placing everything neatly on her nightstand.

Y/N turned her face away at the sight of the medicine, her expression stubborn. "No..." she muttered grumpily. Zayn sighed, a hint of amusement mixed with concern as he sat beside her.

"Come on, love," he coaxed gently, holding the spoon just out of reach. "You need this to feel better. I promise it won't be that bad."

She groaned, crossing her arms like a petulant child. "But it tastes awful."

Zayn chuckled softly, his eyes meeting hers with a reassuring smile. "I'll make a deal with you—take the medicine, and I'll bring you your favorite snack after, yeah?"

Y/N's resolve wavered, and after a moment, she sighed, reluctantly nodding. Slowly sitting up, she grabbed the spoon and took the medicine. Her face immediately scrunched up, not like the bitter taste of what she drank.

"Great job, sweetheart. Now hold on, while I grab what I promised." he ruffled her already messy hair. "Hey..." she muttered with a small cough. Niall, noticing her discomfort, gently rubbed her back, offering a warm, reassuring smile.

"You're doing great," he said softly. "Just take it easy." he assisted Y/N to lie down on the bed again. 

Louis draped an extra blanket over her, tucking the edges in to ensure she was snug. "There, cozy as can be," he said, winking to make her smile. He succeeded, as she nestled deeper into the blankets, a warm grin spreading across her face.

Liam handed her a cool, damp cloth to press against her forehead. "This should help with the fever," he said gently.

"You guys don't have to do all this..." she hoarsely spoke, looking at the gentlemen in front of her. "I just need to rest this one and I'll be better again." 

Zayn returned with her favorite snacks and water for everyone. "Alright, now now, no talking!" Louis said with a playful grin, straightening out her blankets. "Just take the time you need to rest, and we'll handle everything else. We've got this—your royal highness can relax!" He winked at her, adding a lighthearted touch to the moment.

She managed to playfully roll her eyes as Zayn reached out her water bottle. "thanks.." she muttered.

The boys stayed by her side all day, taking shifts to make sure she was comfortable. They shared stories, played soft music, and even watched her favorite movies to lift her spirits.

"Alright, time for a classic movie marathon," Harry announced, holding up a stack of DVDs with enthusiasm. Before long, the rest of the boys crowded into her room, their energy filling the space. "Nothing like some laughs to help you feel better," he added with a grin, ready to kick off the cozy night with their favorite films.

Soon 4 heads peeked in as her door opened slowly. "Hey, why are you all here? It's still my turn!" the youngest pouted, earning a weak laugh from her. "Oh, Harry..." she smiled.

Y/N's heart swelled despite her aches and pains. She glanced at the boys surrounding her, each of them showing their unique way of caring. "You guys are the best," she whispered, her voice hoarse but full of gratitude.

"Well duh," Louis said, grinning. "We're not just a band; we're your brothers." the boys agreed to what he said. "Of course, we'll take care of you."

"I love you guys so much!"

As the day turned to evening, Y/N drifted off to sleep, comforted by the sound of their laughter and the warmth of their presence.

The boys took turns checking on her throughout the night, ensuring she was alright and resting peacefully.

Niall even volunteered to stay in her room, ready to jump in if she needed anything. He settled into a cozy spot nearby, always keeping an eye on her, his presence a comforting reminder that she wasn't alone.

"Goodnight, princess. I hope you start feeling better soon. I love you..." she heard Niall say, planting a warm smile on her face. "Goodnight, Nialler. Thank you for doing this. I love you too..." she replied softly, her heart swelling with gratitude for his kindness.

The comfort of his words wrapped around her like a cozy blanket as she settled in for the night.

And even though she felt weak and weary, Y/N knew that with them by her side, she'd get through anything.

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I feel like this chapter is a bit cliché

I might make some edits along the way, as this chapter is unedited. 

But I hope you enjoyed reading this one!

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