One direction preferences

1. He's Sick

Harry: You're slowly awoken from your deep slumber as you can feel Harry detach his warm body from yours. You pout slightly, your eyes still closed as you're still half asleep. Peaking one eye open you can see Harry sitting off the edge of the bed, a box of tissues next to him on the bed side table. "You alright Haz?" You say, your tired voice just barely above a whisper. You wait for your boyfriends reply, but all you are answered with is a set of sneezes. One, then another, and another, and another. At this point you are next to him, your small hand placed gingerly on his tense shoulder. "Ugh." Harry moaned, turning slightly to face you. The sight in front of you nearly broke your heart. Harry's normally tanned face was as pale as could be, with his cheeks and the tip of his nose tinted a bright red. In a flash, you're out the door and into the kitchen, rummaging through the medicine cabinet for something to help your sick boyfriend. Returning as quickly as possible, you hand Harry a small cup of cold medicine and he takes it cautiously. "Is this the yuck kind?" He asks, his voice raspy. You watch as your grown boyfriend eyes the small cup of cough syrup as if it's some hazardous chemical. "It will make you feel better." You ignore his question and push the medicine back to him. Harry pouts once more, and you can't help but chuckle quietly. The look on his face as he downs the minimal amount of medicine is priceless, but you offer him a cup of water anyways. After helping Harry back into bed, you get settled yourself, putting yourself right back into the position you were in before you were awoken. Harry pulls away just a bit, looking at you carefully. "I don't want to get you sick babe." He says, but you ignore his protests and wrap his arm around your waist anyways. Harry smiles, now that you can't see him, thankful you still wanted to snuggle. "Love you." He whispers, his voice raspy with exhaustion and illness. "Love you too Haz."

Louis: "Ughhhh." Louis groaned for what you were sure to be the hundredth time that night. You let one eye open just slightly, unable to take in the bright light that had just been flicked on. Now you let out a groan. "Babe?" You could faintly hear Louis' raspy voice from underneath your pillow which you were using to shield your eyes from the blinding light. "Babe?" He asks again, this time a touch of desperation in his voice. This makes you sit up immediately, your eyes blinking wildly to adjust properly. Still in a daze, you take in your boyfriends disheveled appearance; his pale face, flushed cheeks and dull eyes. "You alrigh'?" You ask, sleep still evident in your voice. "Feel a bit sick." He replied with a sniffle, and your mood changes in an instant. You help Lou back to bed, shushing his protests when you slipped out the door and to the kitchen to make him some tea. Rummaging through the medicine cupboard, you finally find some cough syrup. Taking the bottle of medi and Louis' hot cup of tea, you make your way back to the bedroom. Louis smiles thankfully at you when you give him his steaming mug. "Thanks baby." He leans in for a kiss, which you were going to dodge because hey, you didn't want to get sick, but before he could try for one he lets out a squeaky sneeze. You laugh, not being able to help yourself, and Lou sends you a glare. "I'll go get you some tissues." You bite your lips to stifle another giggle. When you return with a full box of tissues, your eyes go wide at the sight in front of you. "Louis! That's what the measuring cup is for!" You scold, watching as he pulls the cough syrup bottle from his lips. "I didn't know how much I needed." He shrugs, placing the cap back on the now near empty bottle. "So you read the bottle! You don't scull the thing!" You shake your head, knowing he's taken much more than his needed amount. "Oh well." Louis sighs, placing his head back down onto the pillow, ready for some much needed sleep. "You'll probably end up sleeping for the next three days straight." You mumble, flicking the light off and getting back into bed next to him. "Oh well." Louis smirks, pulling your body close to his.

Liam: As another fit of coughs force your boyfriends chest to rumble against your back, your eyes peeled open slowly. Liam pulls from you as his coughing becomes worse, he slings his legs over the edge of his side of the bed, one hand in a fist to his mouth, trying to keep himself from being too noisy. Propping yourself up on your elbows, just one eye open, you watch your boyfriend carefully. "You 'right babe?" You ask, attempting to crawl over to him. Liam's coughing fit finally seizes and he puts up a hand to stop you from coming any closer. "I'm fine, go back to bed darling." He says, his voice pitchy and undeniably raspy. You cringe, feeling a pang of worry in your heart. "You don't sound fine." Pushing his hand away, you move to sit next to him, nearly gasping as you take in his paled face and dull eyes. "Li, you're sick babe." You say, your eyes wide as you glide the back of your hand across his slightly warm forehead. Liam gently pushes your hand away, shaking his head. "I don't get sick. C'mon love, you've got a big meeting tomorrow morning. You need sleep." He comments as his eyes beg you, but another small cough follows his protest. You cock an eyebrow. Liam was such a manly man, he certainly struggled with showing any sort of weakness or imperfections. He was the one who had always protected you, and cared for you. And even though he was right, he hardly ever got sick, it was your turn now to care for him. Ignoring his protests, you force Liam back into bed, sneaking into the bathroom to retrieve a bottle of cough syrup. Liam gives you a half smile, feeling horrible for keeping you awake. "Let me take care of you." You whisper, handing him the small cup of medi. Liam's puppy dog eyes make contact with yours, locking in for another few seconds. Downing the grape flavored medicine, Liam scrunches up his nose in disgust. "What would I do with out you?" He mumbles, his voice tired and strained. You smile, pushing him back to lay his head down on his pillow. You pulled the sheets close to his body, letting your hand run down his warm cheek.

Niall: His body lay curled up on the couch, an extra heavy blanket tucked up to his chin. Chills ran down his spine, as tiny beads of sweat formed on his brow. "How ya feelin' baby?" You ask, coming around into the lounge from the kitchen. Niall's dull eyes watch you carefully, and he did his best to smile as if he was feeling okay, but you saw right through it. Letting out a long, sad sigh, you feel your ill boyfriend's forehead, frowning as the backside of your hand came in contact with his burning skin. Niall let's out a groan, feeling his stomach churn once more. You push the big red bucket closer to him, just in case, and stand up to fetch a wet cloth. As you run the cloth under the tap, making it as cool as possible, you hear Niall dry heave once more. You rush to his side, patting his back as he heaves for a second time. Pulling back, poor Niall lets out a groan as he flops back onto the lounge. You sigh, biting your lip as you watch him. He was hurting, and you felt so helpless, unable to make him feel any better at all. Placing the cool cloth to his forehead, Niall smiles faintly, feeling just slight relief. "You're too good for me, (Y/N)." He sighs, his eyes just barley open. He let's a trembling hand come up to cup your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. He blinks, concerned for you now even though he his body was fighting an internal battle. "Baby." He sighs, trying his best to comfort you. You sniffle just a bit, feeling so ashamed. "I just wish I could make you feel better. I hate seeing you like this." You let a few more tears fall but Niall is quick to wipe them away. He's become slightly more alert now, a look of worry etched onto his face. "You've been amazing, (Y/N)... I told you, you're too good for me." Niall pulls your tear stained face into his own and gently rubs his nose to yours. You let out a small giggle, adoring the little things he does just to see you smile.

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