One Direction Preferences

You're the tour nurse

(Requested)

(I can't remember if this was requested to be "you're the tour nurse" or "you're the tour nurse and dating". . .sorry)

You're the tour nurse...

Harry: You knew that being the tour nurse for a boy band would be a twenty four hour thing on or off of tour. These boys were so accident prone! But that was the thing no matter how hard they got hurt or how sick they got you loved them so much because they were just that amazing.

You were on the bus reading trying to calm yourself down from all the screaming of the girls. The screaming going right through the windows of bus then you hear a loud groan and a short sorry. You look up from the magazine in your hand to see Liam with Harry over his shoulder.

"What did he do this time"

"He slipped"

"And you hit my head off the door"

"I said sorry" Liam leans forward to put Harry on the couch across from you. You sigh before Liam smiles at you and leaves the bus.

"Lord Harry why do you do the water bit, you slip every time" you say quietly as you get out the little first aid kit you keep on Han. You take out the bottle of pain killers and examine his head. No bumps but he does have a small cut right below his hairline.

You get out the tape and pull his skin together by the tape, he winces as you do so and hisses at you as you place the tape on.

"Now you're gonna have to trust me on this, I need you to take off your pants"

"I know the drill" he says before leaning back to unbutton his tight black jeans. Every time he slips you have to examine his legs to see if there are any cuts or scrapes you have to examine. He slips the pants down to his ankles as you look over his legs. No cuts no scrapes.

"Turn over" you say with a blush. This is probably the worst part of it all. No matter how softly you say the words they always seem so sexual. He rolls over to lie on his stomach against the couch and you look him up and down. None on that side either. "Okay you can put your pants back on now" you say and sit back on the couch with your magazine again. It is silent as he is just adjusting himself before he gets up to go back out on stage.

"I'm not sure why I do it." He says finally. "I think it's just to be a kid again you know" he says, you look up at him and close your magazine.

"Yeah, I know" you whisper as he leaves

Liam: He hurt his arm and / or hand and he was told to be careful and not do anything that would cause him pain.  But he thought that he would be Mr.Cool and do a cartwheel onstage and his arm gave out underneath him and he fell on his head.

The whole crowd went silent as you watch the boys crowd around him. When they looked back at you, you ran on stage and kneeled beside him.

"Liam can you hear me" he only groaned, you could hear cries from the crowd and gasps as they waited for the verdict. His eyes crossed and you grabbed his cheek.

"Just shut your eyes but keep talking to us" you said and he started muddling off a few things, nothing in particular just random stuff so he wouldn't fall into a coma because he surely has a concussion.

"Stay with him, keep him talking" you pointed to the boys before running to get your medical bag and call for help.

"I need someone to keep the crowd calm." You said and Paul ran up to you following you into the stage behind you. He went up to the microphone as he continuously looked back at Liam every now and again.