(Niall's POV)
I already knew that there was no way that I was gonna get out of the interview. In the last five years I've taken two unscheduled days off, one for my knee surgery, and the other for Greg's wedding, which I wouldn't really consider a day off with all of the cameras following me. Soon enough we make it on stage for the interview, thankfully its just us and the interviewer so there's no screaming girls.
Luckily, the interview only went for fifteen minutes. I think the interviewer caught on that I was low key dying so for the most part she cut me a break and didn't direct many questions my way. If only management could be as understanding.
Next, was a photo shoot, and at this point I have no idea how in the hell I'm going to survive though this. As we get in the van Paul informs us that its an hour and a half to the destination of the photo shoot. I internally let out a sign of relief, thankful that I'm going to be able to rest for a little while. As soon as the van gets on the road I curl up into Harry and openly welcome the dark abyss that floods its way into my mind.
(Harry's POV)
All of us are looking at our poor little snowflake as he was curled up into my side, sleeping away. If this would have been in any other circumstance we would all be cooing over his cuteness, but right now our only focus was trying to make sure our baby stayed safe.
"Li, do you still have that thermometer? I wanna make sure his temp isn't getting any higher." I asked Liam who was now searching for the small device.
I stuck thermometer into Niall's ear earning a small whimper. After a few seconds the device begin to beep and I held it out for all of the boys to see.
"103.3" I spoke with a sign.
"We don't even have any medicine in here to give him." Louis said as he searched throughout the van. He was about to speak up again, but was interrupted when the van hit a pothole jarring the whole car. We heard a groan and seen that our once sleeping beauty was now awake and looking worse than he did before we left the interview. This defiantly couldn't be good.
(Niall's POV)
I was brought out of my somewhat peaceful sleep, which I really didn't appreciate. I didn't think it was possible to feel any worse that I had before, but the constant thumping in my head and pain in my stomach proved me wrong. I open my eyes only to shut then again, my headache not being a huge an of the light piercing into my skull. I try to nest myself back into Harry, but I'm not able to get any relief back so I just stick with burring myself into his chest. I feel his hands beginning to caress throughout my hair which at the moment I am very much grateful for. Its not long before I notice how cold that I am, and with that I begin to shiver. Harry must of took notice of this and wrapped his arms around me. Despite his attempting to bring me some warmth I was still very much freezing.
"Cold." I mumbled into his chest as my shivers were coming a bit more violently.
"Do we have a blanket or anything in here?" I heard Harry ask.
"We don't have a blanket but I've got a jacket he can have. It might help him some." Liam spoke as I soon felt something draped over me. I was still freezing and tried to lessen my shaking, so Liam wouldn't feel so bad.
After failing to go back to sleep I sat up, still leaning on haz.
"How much longer do we have till we get there?" I spoke starting to feel nauseous.
"Only about twenty minutes." Louis answered back. "You okay? You look a little green."
I just shook my head no as I begin to feel my mouth water, and I felt tears start to stream down my what are most likely flushed cheeks.
"Okay just try to stay calm Paul is trying to pull over now." Louis said as he sat next to me along with the others boys trying to comfort me.
The second we pull over, I rush out of the van and fall onto my knees, throwing up what little I've consumed within the last twenty four hours. I hear the boys trying to tell me it'll be okay and so on, but I can't really concentrate on what they're saying. After what feels like forever I'm finally able to stop throwing up. I slump against who I think is Harry, but I'm too tired to open my eyes and see. I feel his hand cascade through my hair which feels amazing on my aching skull.
"Here Ni, drink some water. We don't want you getting dehydrated." Liam says as he hands me a bottle of water. I try to keep a hold of the bottle, but I'm so weak and shaky at this point he has to help me drink it.
"Do you think you're ready to get back into the van?"
"Y..Yeah I think I'm done." I whispered back, my throat raw after the events previously taking place.
After the lads helped me into the back seat I immediately curled up into Harry and begin to drift into unconsciousness. When I woke up I was laying on a couch at which I'm guessing is the photo shoot. I hear yelling and grip my head in my hands seeing that my migraine was still very much raging and had no intentions in going away any time soon. The yelling was becoming louder and louder. I felt arms wrap around me trying to talk to me, but I just wanted all of the noise to stop. I heard someone scream and then everything become quiet. I kept my hands on my head as the pain from my migraine was still pulsing throughout my skull. I felt myself violently shaking and sobbing, and then there was darkness.
-------------------------------------------------------Yes there will be a part 3 :)
All The Love As Always xx JC.
