It's Complicated

Chapter 18: Falling Apart and Breaking Away

~Chapter 18~

We swiftly moved away from France, taking the tourbus out to Germany. I wasn’t in the best of ways, my head felt full of cotton wool and my throat felt like a chainsaw was trapped inside of it.

“Ergh!” I groaned and covered my head with the pillow when Niall started playing Justin Bieber at full blast.

“Oh sorry love, I forgot! How are you feeling?” he asked me soothingly, turning the music down instantly. I felt much better once he called me love and even better when he turned that cheesy pop music down. I didn’t fancy hearing about his need for a beauty and a beat, at least not at full volume.

“Like a very bad swear word which I will not say in front of my brother!” I smiled sweetly at Harry who was sitting looking very worried at the end of my bed. At my attempt of a joke his face did not changed and I sighed. I knew he was very worried about me, he always was when I got ill, even though it was probably just some flu bug I’d picked up.

“Can you at least eat something?” Harry sighed, running a hand through his curls.

“Just the mere thought of food right now makes me want to vomit!” I gagged, but then I rushed out of bed with Niall hot on my heels and was violently sick in the toilet. I felt dizzy and light-headed once I stood up and clutched onto Niall for support who didn’t seem faze by the puke that was clogging up the toilet.

“Shush baby…” Niall cooed and wrapped his arms tightly around me. I was sick a few more times with Niall comforting me and Harry grimacing outside the door. Eventually when there was nothing left inside of me to chuck up I made my way back to my bed shivering even though I felt boiling hot. I wrapped the quilt around my quivering body and curled up in a ball and closed my eyes. I felt marginally better since I had thrown up, there was less inside of me to make me feel ill so my stomach stopped churning around and I could relax a little more. I heard Niall and Harry whispering next to my bunk and I rolled my eyes and blocked them out, letting sleep overtake me, despite being on a bumpy country road.

I woke up with a splitting headache and to find everyone was off the tourbus. I figured if I was missing much they would have come and got me, so I pulled the curtain across again and closed my eyes, hoping to sleep but I couldn’t. I groaned at my twentieth failed attempt, and I could also hear a obnoxious buzzing from somewhere. I quickly ruled out nuclear bomb and realised it was my phone underneath my pillow. Squinting at the light it gave off in the dark bunk, I slid the lock across to answer the call from Niall.

“Hello?” my voice came out groggy and I groaned, but it was only Niall and he sounded breathless.

“We just came off stage, and Louis wants to go out, do you want me to come back? I can if you want and be with you, I know you’re sick and everything!” Niall asked.

“Don’t be silly! Go have fun with your boys, you deserve it! I’m fine here, I’m feeling much better after a sleep!” I lied. I felt worse. Looks like I hadn’t convinced Niall however.

“Really? You don’t sound any better! You sound terrible!” he said and I rolled my eyes playfully, even though he couldn’t see.

“Gee thanks Niall, now I feel better!” I joked but he took me seriously.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like-“

“I know you didn’t! Go have fun Nialler, I’ll be here when you come back, I assure you I’m not going anywhere!” I laughed and he hung up after telling me he loved me. I lay back and decided what on earth I was going to do with myself this evening. No doubt Niall would come back early despite me giving him permission for him to go out; but I knew Niall, he would feel bad for leaving me and come home early with some lame excuse. Not complaining, because I loved being the centre of Niall’s attention, the person he thought about most each day, but I just didn’t want to take advantage of that and be seen as the one tearing him away from his four best friends.