Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

Carsick Moment

Hi, everyone!

So, I decided to upload another chapter for this week, cause I will be MIA for two weeks. I won't be uploading chapters cause I'll be very busy.

If I get the chance to upload again next week, I would but there'll be no promises. That's why O decided to upload this today!

This chapter is an over the top kind of chapter, but I believe y'all love those kinds! Haha.

Anyway, I hope you all will like this long chapter!

Happy reading, everyone!

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The hum of the tour bus was a familiar comfort, the gentle vibration beneath their feet barely noticeable after so many months on the road.

The boys were all crammed into the lounge area, sprawled out on the couches and floor, their voices overlapping as they joked around and bounced between random conversations.

Y/N, however, sat by the window, phone in hand, but barely paying attention to the screen. A wave of nausea had crept up on her, twisting her stomach uncomfortably. She let out a quiet sigh, shifting in her seat before wrapping her arms protectively around her stomach, hoping it would settle on its own.

"Wow, she's quiet," Louis teased, nudging Niall with his foot. "Y/N, you finally run out of things to say?"

"She's probably just scrolling Twitter," Harry chimed in, smirking. "Plotting her next tweet to roast one of us."

"Maybe she's fallen asleep with her eyes open," Zayn added lazily.

Y/N barely reacted. She heard them, but their voices felt distant. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the cool window, trying to breathe through the nausea.

"I don't feel great," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

The boys exchanged looks. "Yeah, right," Liam scoffed playfully. "You never get carsick."

"Exactly," Niall agreed. "You've survived years of this. What, the bus suddenly too much for you now?"

Y/N exhaled slowly, deciding not to argue. She knew they weren't being mean—they just genuinely didn't believe her. And to be fair, neither did she. She never got motion sickness.

This was new.

The boys eventually moved on, their conversation shifting to football, then music, then some ridiculous debate about which of them could outrun the others in a zombie apocalypse.

Y/N barely registered it.

Then, suddenly, her stomach lurched violently.

She bolted up from her seat without a word. None of the boys turned, assuming she was heading for her bunk. But the moment was short-lived.

The sound of retching echoed from the tiny bathroom at the back of the bus.

The room fell silent.

The realization hit them like a brick—she hadn't been joking.

"Oh god-." Harry was the first to move, standing up halfway before glancing at the others.

Liam was already pushing himself off the couch. "She really wasn't kidding," he muttered, concern etched across his face.

Louis winced. "That... didn't sound good."

"She never gets sick," Niall said again, but this time, his voice held guilt rather than disbelief.

The bathroom door creaked open a minute later, and Y/N stepped out, looking worse than before. Her face was pale, her lips pressed together as if she was trying to keep herself together. Without a word, she walked past them, ignoring their concerned looks, and sank back into her seat by the window.