This prompt was requested by Narry4Life22. Sorry it took a little bit longer than usual to get this update out. I'm trying to update once every two weeks or so and I've been going through some problems (technical mostly). But it's up and this one shot turned out to be longer than my others. I hope you enjoy!
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I was in the middle of a conversation with the lads when I felt that familiar pain in my throat that now seemed to be spreading up to my ears. Quietly groaning, I tried to listen to what Liam was saying to Harry or Louis to Zayn. Key word: tried. This pain was just sometimes too hard to ignore. Soon, I felt that all-too-familiar urge to swallow the excessive amount of spit gathering in my mouth. Maybe I was just thirsty. Sniffing, I excused myself from the room and wandered to the kitchen to get a drink. However, as I tried to swallow the water, the pain in my throat doubled, making me wince. Changing my mind, I emptied the glass and went back to my spot on the couch by Harry. He ran his hand through his hair, shuffling it to the side and turned to me.
"What do you plan to do next week?" Oh right, we had a whole week off before we started the next leg of our tour.
"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "I'll probably just go home to Ireland."
"Oh." He replied and went back to his talk with Louis. After that, I was left to my thoughts. As much as I didn't want to, I was considering scheduling an appointment with the doctor. The only thing preventing me was my dislike towards doctors and the worry that I had some problem that is worse than I thought. Part of me wanted to find out so I could get better, but the other part plagued my mind with overwhelming fear and worry.
Peering out the window beside me, I realized that it was now dark outside, and felt exhaustion hit me. Yawning, I turned to the boys.
"I'm going to go to bed now."
I was met with four 'ok's and eight questioning eyes, filled with confusion. Looking to the clock on the wall, I noticed that it was only 8:30, which, even to me, was really early. However, I shrugged it off and headed to my bed. While I lay there, I let myself drift off to the sight of the ceiling fan swiftly spinning, the sound of silence, and the thoughts that seemed to be racing a mile a minute in my head, causing worry to cloud over me.
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When I woke up, I heard an unusual silence settled over the flat we were in. I walked into the dining area to find only Liam, who was quietly eating breakfast. I wondered where the others were. But as I turned to go look for them, Liam turned his head to me and answered my silent question.
"The others have already left." He stated, his deep voice echoing strangely in the nearly vacant room.
"Oh. Why didn't any of you wake me? I would have said goodbye."
"We figured that since your flight is later today, in about three hours actually, that you would want to sleep in." I just nodded.
"Why were you so tired yesterday?" Leave it do Daddy Direction to never miss out on these things. I didn't want to worry him so I just told him that I was fine and not to worry about it; that I was just more tired than usual. What was weird though, was the fact that Liam questioned no further. Brushing off the weird feeling in my gut, I stumbled over to Liam to give him a hug since it was his time to leave. However before I could, he moved around me toward the door where his suitcase was. Hurt flowed through my veins as I watched him. I repeatedly told myself that he didn't mean it, but it didn't do much to ease the hurt.
When he mumbled a goodbye and shut the door, leaving me alone, I just sighed, my head turning to the floor. I then decided to just go gather and pack the remaining stuff of mine and get ready to leave. After taking a shower, getting dressed, and finally packing up, I walked out of the room, closing the door behind me. I then checked out and proceeded to catch my flight.
