One Direction Sick Fics

Harry ~ Cold Part 2

Plenty of you have asked for a part 2 so here it is! Hope you guys enjoy!! 

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Tired, ill and feezing. That's how Harry would describe himself. He was stood in front of the bathroom mirror, having just come out the shower 7 minutes into the time he had left before the car got here. He was wearing black skinny jeans and an oversized white jumper. Still shivering, he played with his damp curls a bit until he thought he looked presentable. Harry had been experimenting with a quiff lately, but decided to just leave his fringe down today. He started making his way out of the bathroom when-

"He'esshhoo! Ha'isshh! 'Isshhew!" Harry quickly caught three sneezes in the crook of his arm, then cupped his hands over his nose and mouth and sneezed another double.

"Ha'chheeww! 'Chew! Esshheeww! Esshh! Esshh!" Harry's fit continued and he walked back into the bathroom with watery eyes, grabbing a packet of tissues from the cupboard. He knew he'd be needing those today.

"Ha'esshhoo!"

Harry sniffled and stuffed the tissues in his back pocket.

Making his way downstairs, Harry found that the rest of the boys were slumped lazily on the sofas, the tv on mute.

"We have ad idderview id five binutes" Harry spoke, which caught the boys attention. He'd tried to make the sentence sound as normal as possible, but he sounded all croaky and stuffed-up.

Liam's eyebrows furrowed.
"You alright?" Harry nodded and cleared his throat.
"I just really deed a dridk" he said, sounding croakier than before.
"Harry, you look and sound horrible" Liam contined.
"I-I heehhhh I'b j-j-jehhhhh heh haaaiiihhh heh'ehESSHHEEWW! Ha'CHEEWW! I'b just t-huuhhh hhhuuuhhh hhuuhh'SSCCHH! Tired." Harry sniffled miserably as his eyelids fluttered. "Ikk'CHEW! Ha'ETCCHOO!" He sighed and wiped his nose on a clean tissue.

"Can someone please get me some water" Harry whispered, coughing into cupped hands. Everyone's eyes were now on him, and he bit his lip to try and stop the sobs escaping. His throat was in absolute agony.

"Harry, there's no way you're going to this interview"

"I'm fine, honestly, I can go" Harry whispered, taking a sip of water. He sighed in relief and sat down on the sofa.

"Why are you whispering then?" Zayn raised an eyebrow. 

"My throats just a bit sore" he whispered back. "From singing" 

"How would you explain the sneezing?" Louis joined in, also interrogating Harry. 

"Hayfever" he answered without thinking. 

"Harry. It's December" 

"Well, it must be something else then. Dust or one of your aftershaves" Harry finished his water and leant forward to place the empty glass on the table. "What?" He asked when he found the boys all looking at him, Niall trying hard not to laugh. 

"C'mon Harry, it's obvious your ill" Niall said.
"I'b dot!" Harry raised his voice, only to find it stuffy sounding again. 

He winced and whispered "I'm fine" with that he stood up and made his way over to his shoes, their lift would be here in two minutes.

However, his body had other plans, and a sharp pain radiated through his head, making him swirl with dizziness. Harry nearly tripped over his own feet, but steadied himself on the doorframe until the pain subsided.

"Hazza?"

Harry sniffled, eyes tearing up from the pain.

"Ow" he whimpered, sliding down against the wall. Trying to stop his eyelids slipping shut, Harry tiredly looked up at the four boys standing worriedly above him.

"Harry, baby, you need to lie down before you pass out" Liam spoke softly, easily lifting the limp boy into his arms.

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"I don't want to go to the interview anymore..." Harry whispered.

"I know Haz, you're not going" Liam mumbled, running his hands through the soft curls in his lap.

"None of us are" Louis added with a small smile.

Harry was cuddled up in his duvet, head rested in Liam's lap. Louis was just to the left of Liam, gently rubbing circles on Harry's back.

The other two were downstairs, giving Harry some peace and quiet. Niall was on the phone to Paul and management, discussing what was going to happen now that they were in this situation. Zayn was in the kitchen, making Harry some hot chocolate and looking for medicine to help him.

"Haz, I don't think you've got what I had" Louis spoke up. "Your fever is really high and I didn't get headaches like that"

Harry just hummed and cuddled closer into Liam, burying his aching head in the blankets.

"He'chew!" Harry let out a sneeze, and sat up so he could cover properly instead of using the duvet.

His nose twitched again and he cupped his hands over his nose and mouth.

"Hets'ch! He'ishh!"

Sneezing hurt Harry's head, and he felt dizzy again.

"Bless you Haz" Liam said and pulled the weak boy back into his lap.

"Okay I've got some Advil for your head, and there's some cold medicine as well but I didn't think it would be good for you to take them at the same time" Zayn said to Harry as he walked into the room.

"Don't we have anything for his fever?" Liam asked. 

"Nope. Can you sit up please Harry?" 

"M'tired.." Harry whined, rolling into the blankets. His nose twitched, and Harry buried his face in his arms as his eyelids fluttered.

"Heh.. Heh'ishh! Ishh! Heh.. He'ishh!" 

"C'mon Haz, you'll feel so much better" Liam encouraged, rubbing Harry's back softly.

Eventually, Harry gave in to the pain in his head and Liam helped him sit up.

His face met the crook of his arm and Harry let out a small "he'kshhh!"

He sniffled and looked up at Zayn with sad eyes.

Zayn pouted back at Harry, and the youngest gave a small smile.


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"Hazza" Liam gently shook Harry out of his sleeping state. "You need to take some cold medicine now"

Harry whined and rolled away from Liam. The Advil had made him drowsy and, unable to keep his eyes open, he's fallen asleep pretty much straight away after taking the medicine.

Harry sniffled. He was so stuffed-up by now, and he felt the pressure in his sinuses building up from the amount of snot in his nose.

"He'chew! Eshoo! Ac'kshh! Kshh! He'kshh!" He sat up in the bed, and caught his sneezes in cupped hands. "Heh.. Huh'echeww! Ha'eshhoo! 'Chew!"

"Gosh you're so sneezy Hazza" Liam chuckled as Harry rubbed at his watery eyes and runny nose.

"By dose tickles so buch Liab.." Harry stated in a stuffy voice. He whined at how stupid his voice sounded and sniffled congestedly.

"He'ishh! He'ishhew!" He sneezed a double into the crook of his arm, curls flopping into his eyes.

Harry groaned and flopped back on to his pillow.

Liam felt sorry for his younger band mate. He looked absolutely miserable and he knew how much Harry hated being sick.

He just hoped he'd feel better for the concert tomorrow.

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Hope you guys enjoyed it! Should I do a part 3? Please vote and comment on what you think about this sickfic! :)