Between 15 and 17
Louis: “Morning, Louis." You yawned as you scratched your arm again. You had been extremely itchy this morning and you had no idea why. “Morning, (Y/N)...oh my gosh." Louis gasped. “What?" You asked curiously as you went to scratch your arm again. Louis immediately stopped you. "(Y/N), you have the chicken pox. Scratching the bumps will only make it worse!" He said, going to get something from the kitchen. “WHAT?" You ran to the mirror and saw multiple red dots that coated your skin. Louis returned with a thermometer, itching cream, and some oven mitts. He led you back upstairs to your bed and stuck the thermometer in your mouth. He rubbed some itching cream on your face and arms and slid the oven mitts on your hands. You heard a beep and Louis pulled the thermometer out and sighed. “102 degrees. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you." He smiled and rubbed your leg gently
Harry: You had the chicken pox. It was really horrible, considering you were also on your period. You were basically dying. “Harrryyyyyy." You whined as you sat there with horrible cramps and blistering bumps. “Yes, Kitten?" He asked sweetly. “I feel awful." Your voice cracked. “Awww, my poor baby." He rubbed your back. “Do you want me to get you something to eat?" He offered. “Yes please." You sighed. He made you some soup and grabbed his keys and jacket. “I’ll be right back. I’m just going to the store." After a while he returned with chocolate, tampons, and some magazines. You smiled and thanked your brother over and over again. “You are the best brother ever." You said, scarfing down the chocolate and picking up a magazine. Harry laughed. “No problem, kitten."
Niall: “This is your fault you know." You croaked as you lay in your bed, itchy and in pain. You had gotten Niall’s chicken pox, and you were absolutely miserable. “Sorry, sis. Do you want anything to eat?" You thought for a little bit. “Um… chicken noodle soup please." You smiled sweetly. He nodded and stepped out of the room to go make it. He returned with a small bowl and a plate of crackers next to it and set in on your bedside table. The soup smelled really good. “Thanks so much Niall." You said, picking up the soup and eating it. He smiled and nodded. You were so lucky to have him as a brother.
Liam: “Don’t worry, (Y/N). You’ll be better soon." Liam stroked your hair as you cried softly into his chest. “I just hate the chicken pox," you sobbed. “I hate being sick!" you punched the wall in anger and frustration. “Hey, hey, it’s okay sis. How about we watch a movie to get your mind off of it?" He suggested. You nodded and wiped your tears. You ended up picking Finding Nemo. Even though you were 16, it was still your favourite movie. Halfway through the movie, you felt your eyes start to droop and you laid your head down on Liam’s chest as you cuddled up to him. He rubbed your back in soothing circles and kissed your forehead. “Sweet dreams (Y/N). He whispered.
Zayn: “Zayn! It itches." You whined as you tried your hardest not to scratch the red, itchy bumps all over your skin. “I know, sweetie. I had the chicken pox when I was little. It was hell." He said, tucking your hair behind your ear. “That’s not making me feel any better, Zayn." You growled. He chuckled softly. “Sorry, sorry. Here, I know something that will help the itching stop." He got up from your bed and went towards the bathroom, and returned with some itching cream. “Oh thank god." You sighed as you sat up in your bed eagerly. You let out a big sigh of relief as he rubbed your arms and face with the cream, soothing the pain and itchiness you felt. “Thanks so much, Zayn." You smiled. “Anytime, (Y/N)."
