Zianourry One Shots

Chapter 1: Sick!

All the lads were glad that they were finally on their way home after being in the studio for almost 4 hours straight, recording and wardrobe. It was drizzling on their way home and one by one, they dozed off on each other with Alberto on the wheel and Paul next to him. About 10 minutes to their destination, Liam woke up from his nap. When they reached home, Liam woke the others up. One by one, they groaned and walked into the house, leaving Liam to thank Paul and Alberto.

When Liam entered the house, he wasn’t surprised to see all his boyfriends crashed on the couch but Niall was nowhere to be seen, which he could’ve guessed that he was in the kitchen, rummaging through the refrigerator and drawers to look for snacks. Zayn turned on the television and scroll through channels after channels of boring stuffs when Louis who was cuddling with Harry on the couch decided to speak.

“Hey boys, why don’t we play a game of footie since its only 4pm?” Murmurs of agreements were heard around the room and so they did exactly that. Maybe perhaps, it wasn’t really a good time for them to play, because it started to drizzle again. But those boys being boys did not listen to their most sane boyfriend, which is Liam to stop playing. Liam grumbled something like “They better not blame me if any of them fall sick.” Liam left his four other boyfriends and went inside the house to prepare dinner.

Around 6.30 pm, Liam called everyone in for dinner. He stood at the door, looking at his four immature boyfriends like a parent. He handed everyone a towel to dry themselves, seeing as they were wet from sweat. All four boys settled downed on the dining table waiting for Liam to dish out dinner, which happened to be spaghetti bolognaise and spaghetti Alfredo. Everybody started to scoop food into their plates before Niall could finish them all. Needless to say, there were chitchats around the table, the topic of conversation jumped from one to another; concerts and tours to family and holidays, to their ‘nightlife’.

Somewhere during the dinner, Harry started to feel the signs of a headache. He excused himself after downing one plate of each kind of spaghettis. After showering, he pulled on a pair of boxers and it was lights out for Harry once his head came in contact with his bed. The last thing he had in mind was: ‘This headache better be gone tomorrow morning when I wake up.’
The next day at 8 am, Louis and Niall came inside Harry’s room to wake him up. They knocked softly on his door and turned the doorknob. Harry’s room was still flooded with darkness and the owner of the room was on his bed, still sleeping in his tangled sheets. Niall and Louis thought it was cute, as the youngest boy was spread out like a starfish, fisting his sheets. They took a few pictures of him then proceeded to wake him up.

Nouis sat on Harry’s on bed, Niall on the left and Louis on the right. Louis signaled to three with his fingers and they kissed Harry’s cheeks at the same time. Harry groaned and whined in his raspy morning voice that all four lads find very hot asking them to leave him alone. Niall wanted to say something but he was cut off by Louis. He mouthed to Niall “We need to talk.” Niall nodded. “Alright Harry, another 15 minutes and we’ll come get you again. Okay, Ni. Let’s go.” With that, both of them left Harry to doze off for another 15 minutes.

The duo went into the dining room and saw the other two of their boyfriends were there, dividing breakfast which was the typical American breakfast with all those bacons, scrambled eggs, etc. “Where’s Harry?” Liam asked. Zayn looked up from his plate of breakfast and saw that Harry was not with them. Niall looked at Louis and gave him the ‘please explain’ look. “I think Harry’s sick. He was quite warm just now; you know how Niall and I always wake him by kissing his cheeks? Yeah, his cheeks were pretty warm. We should keep a close eye on him.” By the time Louis finished his explanation, Liam was already halfway up the stairs, his destination being Harry’s room with a digital thermometer in his hand.