Harry:
A loud cough rattles through the hallway and you frown to yourself as you tiptoe down the hall, being careful not to spill the boiling cup of tea that you made him. You round a corner to find Harry burrito-ed in a blanket with puffy eyes and a ruby red nose, and a beanie pulled so low, it barely touches his eyebrows.
You chuckle lightly and he lets out a whine, ”Hey don’t laugh.”
"It’s just that you’re so cute when you’re sick," you smile, handing him the steaming mug. He smiles up at you before sipping the hot liquid and makes a disgusted face at you.
"What is this?" He frowns, peering into the mug in an attempt to figure out its ingredients.
"Old family secret," you shrug. He tries to hand it back to you but you push it back towards him. "Drink that up, it’s good for you."
"No," he pouts like a little boy being told to go to bed.
"The longer you’re sick the longer you don’t get to kiss me," you bargain watching his face change from a pout to concentration. He gulps down the tea before you could blink an eye. "Good boy," you smile victoriously, grabbing the empty cup from his hands.
"Can I have a kiss now," Harry asks innocently. You open your mouth to answer and he coughs loudly. You pull away in disgust.
"How about no," you giggle, walking away from the pile of germs.
Niall:
"Baby," a whine echoes through the hall. You groan and fold a dog ear in your book. You couldn’t get through two pages without hearing the siren that is a sick Niall Horan.
"Coming," you yell, your face growing hot with annoyance. You trudge down the hall to find Niall lying in the same spot he was ten minutes before, but this time he was sitting up with and outreached hand that seemed to be reaching for something.
"What is it love?"
"Can you pass me the remote? I wanna play FIFA," Niall asks, his blue eyes doing that twinkly thing that made you do whatever he asked. But this time you are tired, annoyed, and wishing to just finish the book you’ve been trying to read all day. Your vision moves to the PS3 remote perched at the edge of the bed, that with little to no effort, Niall could get on his own. He was always like this when he was sick, and it was cute at the beginning but it was not so cute now.
"Niall are you fucking kidding me," you snap, seeing his arm fall to his side in shock.
"I know you’re sick and all, but you have a cold, you didn’t have surgery. Stop being a lazy fuck and get the damn remote yourself," you explain, trying to be patient and keep your voice low.
"I love you, but if you call me in here one more time, I will castrate you." You turn on your heels and stomp down to your perch on the chair, flipping your book open.
"Baby," you hear again, making your face go red from fury just as you read the first word.
"WHAT," you nearly scream in reply, not even bothering to stand.
"I’m sorry," you hear from the bedroom. You smile to yourself and sit back in your chair. You could finally finish your book in peace.
Louis:
"Hello," an uncharacteristically weak voice answers from the other side of the door.
"Louis it’s me," you announce. The door creaks open to reveal Louis who looks a little more than under the weather. His normally bright eyes are glassy and his normally rosy completion is a pale green.
