(Niall's POV)
Six interviews, three photoshoots, four writing sessions, and one television appearance. That's a total of fourteen things that have to be completed within three days. At this point we're pretty much used to 'our' days being jammed pack with multiple activities, but it doesn't exactly make the process any easier. Especially when its 2:37 am, and you have a fucking migraine from hell, and I'm not even going to go into detail about the pain pulsating throughout my stomach right now. Luckily, each of us got our own rooms, so none of the other boys can here my retching. Hopefully I'll be able to sleep this off, because I already know with management being the assholes they are, there's no way in hell that I'm going to be able to get some time off. Finally the effects of the medicine I downed earlier are slowing beginning to kick in, and I begin to feel myself fade into a fitful sleep.
(Liam's POV)
I lay in bed mentally preparing myself for the tiring day ahead of me. Before I head to get ready I call all of the boy to wake them, both Harry and Louis answer me on the first call, unlike Niall who doesn't answer me until the third. I thought it was a bit unusual, but I just wrote it off.
(No one's POV)
The boys trudged, minus Niall, into the hotel lobby waiting for the van to come and pick them up. Just as their ride arrived, Niall came walking into the lobby. Immediately the boys knew that there was something wrong with their little snowflake. Once they were settled into the van, they all turned to Niall who was curled up to Harry in the back seat. Niall's eyes fluttered shut as Harry began to run hand through his hair. As his breathing began to even out they stared at each other, all of their faces laced with worried expressions.
"He looks terrible...", Harry spoke killing the tensional silence.
"Is he warm?", Liam said as he saw a thin layer of sweat forming along his forehead. They all watched as harry pressed his lips against Niall's forehead and let out a sign.
"Ask the driver if there's a first aid kit in here."
Louis turned back to the boys shaking his head no.
"Well as soon as we get to the station we'll try and find a thermometer, but until then when we should try and wake him to see what's bothering him." Liam suggested, and with that harry reached over and began to shake his shoulder as he whispered Niall's name softly. After a couple tries Niall finally began to stir awake. As his eyes opened he looked around at the boys wit tire, bloodshot eyes. The boys began to feel worried as he was already looking worse then he did when the left the hotel. Liam was the first to react and ask Niall what was hurting him. Niall only snuggled further into Harry and closed his eyes as tears began to leak out. This only worried the boys further, because rarely did the see the Irish lad cry.
"Niall buddy you gotta tell us what's wrong so we can fix it." Louis said soothingly hoping to get something out of him. But just as Niall was going to reply the van came to a halt and the we're being rushed into the station.
"Okay boys you have thirty minutes before we have to start the first interview, better enjoy this because this is the only break that you're going to be getting all day.", and with that the man walked out leaving the boys alone in the room. They soon had all of their attention on a whimpering Niall, who was, once again, curled up to a very worried looking Harry.
"I'm going to go check with someone to see if they happen to know where I can find a thermometer." Louis said as he walked out of the room in search for someone. The boys then turned back their focus on their little sick snowflake. They all watched as tears began to stream down his face again, as he buried his head back into Harry's chest.
