One Direction imagines(mostly weird ones)

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A/N: Wow, 900 views? Thanks! 

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Swallowing you shift in your seat. The low sound of Louis' video game plays through the room. You are in a room backstage, just hanging out, but you start to feel odd. Not really ill, just, well, not well. Tired and uncomfortable, as if you were starting to get sick.

You watch the blue-grey screen, the weapon on it swaying from side to side as the character jogs to the battle location. Louis sits, very focused, on the other end of the couch, thumbs wiggling the sticks on the controller. The ticking sound of it mix with the, all of a sudden, action filled music that starts playing as an enemy appears. Following the gameplay you see Louis look at you in the corner of your eye.

"You alright, love?" He looks back at the screen, leaning with the controller. You look at him, then back forward.

"Yeah, sure." You shift again, pulling the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to get comfortable. Lou looks at you again, a frown on his face, unnoticed by you.

"Liam!" He shouts, looking back at the screen, like before. Liam peeks in in the doorway to the room, where the others are.

"Yeah?" Louis waves him to stand at the end of the couch.

"Can you try to convince Y/N to tell me what is wrong?" An alien dies in a cascade of green goo. Liam looks at you with a frown.

"What's up?" He sits down between you and Louis. You shake your head, not really thinking that it's that big of a deal.

"Nothing. I'm just tired." Shrugging you focus at the game. 

"I think she's getting sick." Louis has to point out. He shoots one more invader, then pauses the game. "She's been looking uncomfortable for a while now. Plus she does that thing" He copies your move, pulling imaginary sleeves over his hands, then pushing them around his body, leaving the controller in his lap. You scoff.

"I don't look like that." A smile breaks through. Louis laughs.

"Yeah, you do actually." Liam turns to you.

"You do actually, I've seen it too. It's a girl thing I think." He looks to Lou. "'Cause none of us do it." 

"What's up?" Harry enters the room, ruffling his hair. Louis leans backwards over the armrest to look at him.

"Y/N's not feeling alright." Harry looks from his mate's eyes to yours with worry on his face. 

"What's wrong?" You groan, too much attention on something that is nothing.

"Nothing, I'm just tired." At the last word Niall's blonde head peeks in.

"Where ya guys going?" Zayn comes in behind him.

"Is something wrong?" 

"Okey! I'm not feeling to bright, alright?" You snap, jumping up. All the boys looks at you with raised eyebrows. Then Louis gets up.

"Okey, it's bedtime for you." He locks his arms around your waist, lifting you over his shoulder. Liam opens the door out to the corridor, letting Louis carry you out, while you loudly protest.

"Let me down!" You kick your legs lightly, making sure you don't hurt him. Harry grins at you, as the boys walk as security around you. You scrunch up your nose and put out you tongue. 

Louis carries you to the exit, the other boys putting on their jackets. Niall carries yours, and Harry carries Louis. Liam holds the door open, and all the boys pass before Louis walks out. A black van stands ready outside, and the boys climb inside, Louis lifting you in Niall's lap before getting in himself. Liam tells the driver to drive, and Niall shift you in his lap to drag the door closed.

When the car starts up the boys all look at you. You respond with putting out your tongue, making them laugh. The car takes you back to the hotel you're staying at, you and the boys talking on the way. When it stops the others get out and Liam lifts you up, helping Zayn to get you on his back. 

"Aw, come on. I can walk on my own." You whine, as the driver and security get you through the crowd.

"Nope." Zayn smiles back at you, hoisting you up better. He carries you through the lobby, all the way to the elevator. Niall presses the button and the doors close. Zayn moves so you are stuck between the wall and his back, to prevent you from jumping down.

"When's tomorrow's gig?" Niall asks as the numbers count on the floor display.

"Nine something." Zayn answers. "I think we're supposed to be there at eight."

"Well, what do you lads wanna do until then?" Louis asks, rubbing his hands.

"Sleep." Niall answers, making the elevator fill with laughter.

"Same." Zayn says.

"I wanna see that exhibition we've seen all that motion about." Harry says.

"Actually I want that too." Liam says, scratching his chin. "It looks really cool."

"Oh, you bores." Louis teases with a smile as the doors ding. The boys go with you to the corridor where your rooms are. Louis pulls up your spare key from his pocket and opens the door. They walk inside, switching on the lights. 

Harry pulls away the covers on your bed, and Zayn lets you down, only for Liam to pick you up bridal style. Niall takes off your shoes, scrunching up his nose.

"Ya feet smell, princess." He chucks them over his shoulder. Liam lays you down in your bed, backing to let Harry pull the covers back up. 

"Now get better." Louis ruffles your hair, and with that the boys leave, one by one, Harry sending a kiss, Zayn waving, Liam smiles, and Niall leaving, then peeking back in, doing a face, then doing it again. 

They open the door, turning off the lights before they exit. The door shuts with a click, and you snuggle down in your bed, easing into sleep.

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A/N: Long? Yes. Weird? Yes. But what can you do?