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Sick Lirry *contest entry*

*not a request*

Summary: Liam and Harry are sick and stuck in their hotel room. Liam knows that Sophia is around but doesn't want to bother her with his and Harry's 'illness'. However, she comes over to help them get better anyway, as they are hopeless at caring for themselves when they're ill. Meanwhile, Niall and Louis are not there because they had been sent to the studio to write and record for the new album. *Set when they were still writing it*
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*Liam's POV*

Last night, Harry and I had stopped at a drive thru McDonalds on the way back from the studio. We were all working in pairs this week to get more stuff done on the album; me and Harry on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, and Louis and Niall for the rest of the week.

Stopping at that drive thru though, was not the best idea. It was good at the time, sure, but now we were regretting it, laying sick in our warm hotel beds.

When we had gotten back the night before, we had messed around for a while with Niall and Louis; playing video games and whatnot, but after a while, I'd felt my stomach start to hurt. When I looked over at Harry, he didn't look too well at all, and probably felt the same as I did.

So, telling the guys I didn't feel well and wanted to sleep, I went to bed early and not long after, Harry joined me in our shared room.

About an hour later, I had woken up in a cold sweat, and my stomach was twisting nauseatingly. I dashed to the bathroom and basically spent the rest of the night on the cold, tiled bathroom floor. I guess I had fallen asleep at some point, because I woke up next to find myself still on the bathroom floor, with my head resting on the rim of the toilet seat. What had really woken me up though, was Niall. He was squatting in front of me with his hand pressed against my forehead.

"Oh, you've got a fever, mate," he'd said to me. Then after that was pretty much just a big blur, but I do remember him carrying me at some point, and seeing Harry leaning over his bed, getting sick onto the floor. After that, I'm pretty sure I'd fallen asleep and have been ever since.

"Harry..." I croaked out. "I think we got food poisoning from that food last night," I moaned, hearing Harry grunt in response.

"Y-yeah," I heard him mumble, probably into his pillow. I couldn't be bothered to turn my head to look over though.

We were alone now in the hotel room because Niall and Louis had gone to the studio. Laying there in my own misery, I groaned and turned onto my side. Harry was laying half off the bed, dead asleep with drool gathering on his bottom lip. I probably would've laughed if I didn't feel so shit.

At that moment, I heard my phone ding and lazily reached over to grab it off the night stand; holding my cramped stomach in the process.

Sophia texted me asking if I was alright. I then remembered telling her earlier that me and Harry felt ill. I silently cursed myself for telling her that and making her worry. The light from my screen was starting to give me a headache so I quickly replied back that I was fine.

My eyes became extremely droopy after that and I started to fall asleep, so I couldn't remember if she had even written back or not.

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I suddenly burst awake, looking around the room frantically. Harry was in his bed next to mine, coughing harshly into his hands. I groaned as a surge of pain went through my stomach; it hurt so much.