Michael Clifford sickfics

Thanksgiving

Request by Harry_Style_4_Lyfe.

I'm gonna do some shameless self promo for a second. Okay, so I'm writing this book called "Diffrent is good" and it's 5sos and 1D version of the Outsiders.

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Maddie had invited Michael to her family's Thanksgiving dinner, Michael nervous incase her family didn't like him or he fucked up. "Michael, relax, babe you'll be fine." Maddie cooed as they walked up to the door, "I've never been to a Thanksgiving dinner before and I've never met your family, I can't relax." Michael mumbled and they stepped inside, the smell of the food being cooked hit Michael and he felt his tummy turn, a little confused as to why but brushed it off. "Mikey, you okay?" Maddie cooed as she wrapped her arms around the black haired boy's waist, "I'm fine." Michael smiled and then made his way to the dining room, Maddie introducing him to her family members and honestly, Michael had never been so nervous before. He wanted them to accept him and he wanted to make a good impression, his colored hair, tattoos, and piercings making it a little harder. It was getting close to dinner and Michael was sat on the stairs, watching Maddie play with her baby cousin next to him. "You think we could have one of these?" Michael giggled as the chubby baby boy grabbed Michael's finger and used it to suck on, making the pale boy giggle. "One day." Maddie smiled and Michael pulled his finger away as the baby bit him, "Ow." He pouted and Maddie giggled, as well as the baby. They were called for dinner and they both stood up, Michael carrying the baby boy back to his mother before sitting next to Maddie at the dinner table, the food on the table making him feel sick to his poor stomach. Maddie's mother put a full plate of food in front of him and he smiled at her, feeling bad because he feels like if he ate he would throw up all over the table, Maddie put her hand on his thigh and rubbed it soothingly. "You alright honey?" She whispered and Michael nodded, "Not that hungry." He mumbled and she kissed his cheek, the pale boy slowly beginning to eat and feeling sicker from each bite and swallow. Michael's tummy gurgled quietly and he felt like he was gonna puke, "I'll be back." Michael rushed out before leaving the table quickly and speed walking to the bathroom, quickly going inside and panting heavily, then rushing over to the toilet and he gagged hard. He held his belly, groaning in pain as the tiny bit of food he consumed tried to shoot back up his throat. He let out a sickly burp and then hovered his head over the toilet, a hot spray of vomit shooting out of his mouth and splashing into the ceramic basin. He fell next to the toilet and breathed heavily, his arm hanging over the toilet and he took out his pione, texting Maddie, hoping she saw it and would come to him. He heard the door open and turned his head, seeing Maddie walk in and he whimpered, "Oh baby." She cooed as she knelt down infront of him. "I feel sick." Michael pouted and she put her hand on his cheek, feeling how warm he was and he leaned into her touch like a kitten. "I'm sorry for ruining the dinner Maddie." Michael whispered as he tried to stand up, "You didn't ruin anything love, we just need to get you home and into bed." Maddie cooed as she flushed the toilet and helped Michael stand on his own feet, "Wh-what about your family?" Michael asked as she helped him downstairs, the pale boy holding onto the banister to keep steady. "I'll tell them, your health is more important to me than a holiday." Maddie cooed as he got him to the car, helping him in the car seat and having to buckle him in because he was shivering so much. Maddie took off her jacket and laid it on him, "No, babe you're gonna be cold." Michael mumbled, "I don't care." Maddie smiled before going inside and explaining to her relatives why they were leaving so soon. Michael was having trouble staying awake, his eyelids getting too heavy for him to keep open. "Mikey, sweets we're home." Maddie cooed as he stroked his fiery cheek, earning a whine from the boy as she helped him up and inside the house. As soon as she laid him down on the bed, his belly convulsed and he went paler, "Michael, you okay?" She asked and he shook his head, jumping up and rushing to the bathroom, Maddie hot on his trail.