Michael Clifford sickfics

Wrong side of the bed

Request by Vianca_Clifford.
Idk why it won't let me tag you on this, it's being weird.
This has more Malum than I intended
Whoopsie
The Hey Everybody music is one of the dorkiest vids they have ever made, hands down
Buy SGFG and listen to my boys singing their little love filled hearts out!!!!!
Thank you ❤❤
Anywho.....
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Michael woke up and he knew right away it wasn't gonna be a fun day, his head was pounding and his limbs felt like they were made of cement. Although he was probably gonna regret this decision later, he decided on not telling his bandmates of how he was feeling a little off, thinking it was just from being sleep deprived and he needed some extra sleep. Thankfully, he could get rest as they were having a couple weeks off from promoting their album SGFG, "Heyyyyyy Mikeyyyyy." Calum sang as he walked into the room and Michael groaned, "Whaaaaaaat?" He whined as he sat up, running his fingers through his blonde hair. "We have a couple interviews today bro." Calum smiled and Michael groaned, throwing a pillow at his friend, only for it to be thrown back and hit him right in the face. "Get. Up. Lazy. Ass." Calum laughed, hitting Michael with the pillow in between each word. "Oh my god! Okay!" Michael snapped, getting up and hitting Calum with the pillow before the tan boy left the room. Michael slowly got dressed as his limbs were feeling heavy and his was still tired, then trudging downstairs and going to the car where his bandmates already were, "Dude, we thought you fell back asleep." Luke laughed and Michael gave a small chuckle in response as he sat in the car, Ashton noticing the tired and sickly look in Michael's eyes. "Mike, you okay?" He asked as he looked eat the younger boy, "Fine, why do you ask?" Michael smiled as he ran his fingers through his blonde hair. "No reason, you just look a bit peaky is all." Ashton shrugged and Michael shrugged, leaning his head on the window and putting his hand on his unsettled stomach, feeling the contents of it slosh around inside of him, boiling like a witch's brew and causing him some discomfort, he just brushed it off as a little motion sickness. Although as the car kept moving and the car began to get abnormally hot for Michael, his belly ached more and Calum noticed his black haired bandmate loosen his belt and put his hand under his tshirt. "Mike, you sure you're okay?" Calum asked, "Yeah, just a bit motion sick is all. I feel okay though." Michael assured him and the car stopped as they arrived at their interview, Michael wearing his winter coat as he was now freezing and they were doing the interview outside in rather chilly weather. They were waiting for the interview to begin and Michael's belly bubbled, making him get more nauseous and he stood up from his chair, "I'm just gonna take a walk." He mumbled and sped walked in the opposite direction, going to a tree that was out of sight and leaning against it, breathing heavily and trying to keep his stomach contents where they currently were, but his plan failing and he hunched over, a little of his dinner from last night making a reappearance onto the ground below. He spit and wiped his mouth, "MIKE, WHERE'D YOU GO?!" Calum called and Michael groaned, running back and seeing the interview was about to start, "Sorry, lost track of time." He mumbled and sat down, being handed a microphone and he sighed a little as it started to get hotter, making him take his coat off as the interview began. The interview dragged on, Michael feeling more and more I'll by the minute, the heat not helping and making his head feel fuzzy, he started swaying in his seat and Calum noticed, "Mikey, you alright?" He asked and Michael didn't speak, falling backwards and Calum caught him before he hit the floor, "Michael!" Calum shouted as he shook him in attempt to wake him up, only making the color drain from his face and they called an ambulance, Michael's breathing shallow and quick. He woke up with a groan and held his belly, "Mikey, you okay?" Calum asked and Michael rapidly shook his head, "Fuck! I'm gonna p-" Michael began, cut off by a hot spray of vomit shooting out of his mouth and onto the ground, Calum stood him up and Michael continued to release his stomach contents all over the ground below, it hurting him extremely and he just wanted it to stop. He stopped and slumped into a chair, moaning and groaning in pain, a paramedic came over and took Michael's vitals, seeing he had a high fever of 103.4, making his friends worry. "Michael just has a bad stomach bug, he'll be alright in a week or 2." The paramedic smiled before leaving and all eyes fell on Michael, making him frown from guilt. "I-I thought it wasn't anything, I thought it was just lack of sleep." Michael mumbled, feeling guilty. "Hey mate, it's okay. But, anytime you feel off, just tell us okay? We need you to be healthy." Calum cooed and Michael nodded, resting his pounding head in his hand and they took him back to the hotel, giving him some tummy meds before letting him rest.