One Direction clean imagines

Preference- He knows that you're sick, without saying anything. *My POV*

I wrote this one, so it's in my POV. It's a bit of a change.

Zayn: I had been coughing for an hour, and Zayn was starting to get suspicious. These coughs weren't like I had something stuck in my throat. They were deep, like I was sick.

"Janel, are you sick?" Zayn asked.

"No, I'm not, Zayn. I just have a slight cough. That's it." I argued. There was no way that I could be sick, especially not now. I was training for Nationals, and I couldn't afford to miss a single practice.

"Janel...you're sick. I know it. Are you hearing yourself? Those coughs are deep."

"Zayn, they're always like this. It's because of my asthma."

"Well, those sure don't sound like asthmatic coughs. Those sound like you're trying to throw up." I ran into the bathroom, and I think that you guys know where this is going...

*Almost 90 minutes later*

"Janel, lovely, are you alright? You've been in here for close to an hour and a half."

"Yea, Zayn. You were right. I'm sick."

"Did you throw up?"

"5 times. 3 of them were pretty harsh."

"Yea? I didn't hear anything, so I got concerned."

"I should be fine after I puke one last time..." Here it comes. I braced myself for the worst, and took a few deep breaths, before the worst throwing-up pain shot through my stomach, causing me to double over, and that's when it got really scary for me. I didn't know what was to follow from Zayn after I came out of the bathroom. All that I knew, was it wasn't going to be pretty....

*Another hour later*

"Janel, I'm coming in there, whether you like it or-" Zayn said, but he got cut off by you, sleeping on the floor. "Janel, wake up, love. You can't sleep in here."

"Ugh......do I have to move? I don't feel like moving. I feel like I'm going to get sick again. For the 7th time today."

"Yes, lovely. I'll take you to bed. If you almost get sick in bed, then I'll rush you in here."

"Finee......just be gentle. My stomach's a bit moody right now. Don't shake me too much."

"I'll be gentle, love. Just bear with me here. God, Janel, what have you done? You're light!"

"Well, I've puked half a dozen times. You would only think." Let's just say that I ended up sleeping in the bathroom, with Zayn....

Niall: I had been bedridden with nausea and "you-know-what" cramps for close to three days now, and Niall was starting to suspect that I was sick. I denied it, because I knew that I was just having bad cramps, and nausea always came with the cramps, no matter how bad they were.

"Janel, I think that you're sick. You haven't ever had cramps for three days." Niall pointed out. In fact, he was wrong. Just before I moved in with him, I had a "you-know-what," and I had cramps throughout the whole thing, which lasted close to 6 days.

"Niall, I can't be-" Too late for me to start speaking. I puffed my cheeks out, and ran to the bathroom. I was about to throw up, and Niall knew this. He followed me, and I had no time to shut the door before I dropped on my knees, and threw up, as hard as I could. I don't know why, but I did... "I can't be sick. This can't be happening." From here, I was speaking a few words in between puking. I sounded nothing like myself, which was a bit freaky for me. Niall was used to this....his brother was the same way.

"Well, I don't think that you were having cramps. I think that you have a stomach bug."

"Ugh, this can't be happening to me right fricking now. I have to train for Spokane. I can't miss a single practice, or else.."