One Direction Sick Fics

Niall ~ Faking it?

Sometimes, Niall just wanted some attention. He wasn't an attention whore or someone who constantly needed to be in the center of everything that was going on, but on occasion he just wanted to be noticed. And, sometimes the only way he could do that was to play up the knee injury, or say he had a little bit of a headache.

The boys knew that. They knew that sometimes he just wanted one of them to sit with him and not say anything, just sit next to him and be there if he wanted to talk because it tended to be one of those times when he was suffering from a little bit of homesickness or that overwhelming stress that was constantly on their shoulders.

Although they knew, they sometimes ignored it. They were tired too, and they didn't want to have to worry about anyone because they were too worried about themselves at the moment. They didn't notice that he was losing sleep over being so stressed out that his mind just wouldn't stop running when he tried to go to sleep.

So, he just dealt with it on his own, not wanting to weigh them down with his own problems and instead just trying to figure out a solution for himself.

He didn't find a suitable solution and it ended up eating him away for the next week, until their next concert where he was walking around in a daze. The other boys were all getting out of their slumps, they were happy and they were absolutely ecstatic at the concert, jumping around like the lunatics they were and forgetting about their problems.

Niall couldn't forget though, and during the Twitter questions, when he was sitting on the stage, he fell back and passed out. The others assumed he was being dramatic, they assumed he was just playing with them, but he was genuinely unconscious.

Until half a minute later when he turned his head and let out a startled sigh, realizing that he had definitely not done that intentionally. Zayn was giving him a weird look, thinking maybe he'd played it too long for it to be a joke, but Niall just squinted his eyes in confusion and shook his head to clear it before standing up on a little bit shaky feet and finding his way to a place he could sit.

The concert ended before anything else could go wrong and then they were off, Niall confused, the others a little annoyed, and the whole band tired from the show.

The next couple of days, he was still off. He was still tired and every time he stood up he was a bit dizzy, but he could handle it. He didn't want to be a burden, and he didn't think it was that big of a deal.

It was. At their next rehearsal, three days after their concert, Niall was worse. He was seeing double and his legs felt weak every time he moved. He about told Louis, when the oldest gave his shoulder a squeeze in passing, then he almost told Liam when he asked his usual, "You alright?"

He didn't though. He couldn't tell them. Then he couldn't stand up anymore and he fell to the floor like a sack of rice. All four heads flipped toward him and then four pairs of feet came sprinting over while he laid, with a knot on his head, on the stage floor.

"Niall, mate, what's wrong?" Harry asked, shaking his shoulder a little bit.

"Wake up Ni, come on." Louis added, picking his head up off the floor and holding his head with his hands.

Liam was soon standing up and running off to find Paul, or someone who could get them more reliable help.

Zayn was just staring down at Niall, wondering if they'd been ignoring the smudges under his eyes for too long, and maybe those smudges were more than just a night too long on the town, because right now Zayn saw just how pale he really was.

"Paul's called for an ambulance." Liam stated.

It was quiet as they sat around him for the next ten minutes, before a hectic team of EMT's came running in and pushed the four away, immediately hovering over Niall and seeing just what was wrong with him, how bad the damage was.

Then they were wheeling him out and saying he'd be okay, they just needed to check on the obvious concussion, and the four other boys let out a sigh of relief, at least part of it, and followed Paul to their waiting van.

They waited for a doctor to come out for nearly an hour. When he did, they were sprinting back to Niall's room and falling into the chairs around his bed, waiting once again, but this time waiting to see him awake, and possibly looking healthy.

"When did this start?" Zayn muttered.

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There was a small pause before Harry said, "That concert, I think he passed out, he wasn't just joking around."

"I know." Liam muttered, "I didn't think he'd joke around, for that long. I knew I should've said something."

"He's looked bad for a while." Harry groaned, and we just ignored him.

"He looked like shit and we brushed it off and now we really owe him."

"I don't look like shit." Niall mumbled, causing the four to pop up from their seats and smile down at him, "Dick."

"Hey Ni." Louis smiled, "How're you feeling?"

"Headache, but okay." He promised. He rubbed his eyes before stretching out his arms and pulling at the IV, making him wince. "What's this for?"

"You were exhausted, and dehydrated, so you got sick, passed out, and ended up here. Which all could've been avoided had you told us!" Zayn said.

Niall blushed immediately and shrugged a little before saying, "You were all tired too, it wouldn't have been fair to make it worse."

"Well you just did by ending up in the hospital!" Liam said.

Another blush and Harry just smirked before pulling Niall into a hug and ruffling his hair a bit, "You've got a bit of a concussion so you have to stay overnight, but we can take you home in the morning; alright?"

"Alright, sorry Zayn, and all of you, for not saying anything..."

"Don't worry about it mate." Zayn smiled, also going in for the hug and then plopping back down in his chair, "Just get some more rest."

Niall nodded a little and gave Louis' arm a squeeze from his spot on the bed, receiving the same thing back, then smirking at Liam who rolled his eyes and patted Niall's leg. Then Niall was fast asleep.

The next day, after they'd gotten him home, he was sitting on his unmade bed with Harry next to him when the younger boy asked, "Is there anything else you keep from us? Because you think we have too much to handle?"

"Not really. This is the first time, obviously not my greatest plan." Niall said sarcastically.

Harry nodded in agreement, putting his arm around Niall and saying, "I'm glad, you should tell us. We tell you, we've all got people to lean on outside of the band as well, so it's okay to have to spill it to one of us every so often."

"Yeah, I realize that. Thanks though, you're the best."

"I know."

Niall rolled his eyes at him and let his head rest on the younger boy's shoulder for a little while. Harry thought they were both just processing the conversation, but then he heard the little snores from Niall and looked to see that he'd already fallen asleep.

Harry helped him to lie back down, covering him up and pulling off his sweatshirt, before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

When Harry went downstairs, Louis was cooking them all a dinner, which just happened to be Niall's favorite meal.

Zayn had just returned with some rented movies, which included Niall's favorite series.

And Liam was calling up Niall's family to see if they'd be able to come to any of the concerts any time soon.

They took care of their Irish!

Here's another sickfic for you amazing people!! I hope you liked it and have a great day!!