Louis: “Babe, let’s watch a movie or something,” Louis said, patting the couch beside him. You smiled but didn’t sit down. “Sorry, Lou. Gotta give Zayn his medicine,” you said, rattling the pill bottle you were holding. Louis sighed. “Remind me why he’s here again? He’s a grown man. Can’t he take care of himself?” he asked. “Louis, the poor guy has been puking his guts out all day. The least we can do is let him stay with us so he’s not all alone,” you said. “Fine, but why don’t you relax for a while? He can get his own medicine.” he asked, patting the seat beside him again. You smiled and shook your head. “Like I said, he’s puking his guts out. He can barely get out of bed, much less walk downstairs to the medicine cabinet,” you said. Louis sighed. “Once I give Zayn his meds, I’ll come down and watch a movie with you, Louis, okay?” you offered. You could tell Louis still wasn’t happy, but he nodded. “Yeah, sounds good.”
Harry: “[Y/N]!” Harry called excitedly. “Ready to go to the beach?” You walked past him to the living room, still in your normal clothes. “[Y/N], why aren’t you in your bathing suit yet?” Harry asked, following you. “Sorry, Haz. I can’t go to the beach today” you told him. “Why not?” he asked, sounding disappointed. “Louis called and said he has chicken pox. He’s coming to stay with us for a few days, since we’ve both had it before and can’t get sick,” you explained, preparing the couch for Louis to sleep on. Harry groaned. “Why does he have to come over right now?” he whined. “We’re going to the beach today!” You smiled and rolled your eyes at him. “He says he doesn’t want to get Eleanor sick. Sorry babe, but no beach today. I have to take care of Louis,” you said. Harry crossed his arms and sulked like a little kid. “Fine. Maybe we can go tomorrow?” he asked hopefully. “Maybe,” you said, laying some blankets on the couch. Harry watched you for a few seconds, wondering if you would change your mind, before sighing and going to change out of his swim trunks.
Niall: “Oooh! I smell chicken soup!” Niall said as he entered the kitchen and saw you fixing a bowl of soup. He reached for the spoon but you swatted his hand away. “No, no, no. This is for Harry,” you told him. He reached for the spoon again. “Oh come on, just a taste?” he asked. You shook your head and picked up the bowl. “Sorry Nialler. Harry’s throat is really soar, and soup is the only thing he’ll eat,” you said. Niall followed you down the hall to the guest room. “But [Y/N]! I’m hungry,” he whined. You rolled your eyes and said, “I’ll make you something later Niall. Just let me give this to Harry.” He stopped you before you could enter Harry’s room. “I just want a sip,” he complained. You held a finger to his lips and sushed him. “Harry’s the one with the sore throat, so he’s the only one allowed to complain,” you said, disappearing into the guest room, leaving Niall sulking in the hall.
Liam: “How you feeling Ni?” you asked Niall. You were sitting on the couch with his head in your lap, stroking his hair absentmindedly to try and to get him to fall asleep. He smiled weakly at you. “I’m okay, I guess. I still have a really bad headache,” he said. You gave him a sympathetic smile. “Do you want me to get you something to eat?” you asked. He nodded slightly. “Just some chips, if you don’t mind,” he said quietly. You nodded and went to the kitchen, where Liam was leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed. “You’re getting quite touchy with Niall aren’t you?” he asked. You shrugged. “I was just trying to help him sleep,” you said. Liam didn’t respond, and you could tell he didn’t completely believe you. “Liam,” you said with a giggle. “Really, I’m just trying to help him fall asleep. No need to be jealous.” “I’m not jealous,” he said quickly. You gave him a quick kiss and said, “Yeah, sure you’re not,” before returning to Niall with a bag of chips
Zayn: “What are you doing in there anyway?” Zayn asked as you walked out of the guest room and closed the door behind you. “Just keeping Liam Company,” you told him, and he raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been keeping him company for almost two hours now,” he pointed out. You shrugged. “He’s sick, babe. I don’t want to just leave him alone to suffer. What’s the problem?” you asked. Zayn sighed and looked at the ground. “I just haven’t seen you all day, that’s all. You’ve been too busy with Liam,” he muttered, sounding almost sad. You chuckled.“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it bothered you so much, Zayn. Do you want me to hang out with you for a while?” you offered. Zayn perked up a bit. “Sure,” he said happily. “Want to make some lunch or something? I’m starving.” “Okay,” you agreed. Just then, you heard Liam from the guest room. “[Y/N]? Can I get some tea please?” he called weakly. Zayn frowned. “Sorry, babe,” you said, already headed to make Liam some tea. “It’ll just take a minute, I promise.”
