Niall: "Niall," you croak. "My throat hurts." You shuffle into the living room and collapse on the couch next to him. "Aw, princess, what can I do?" he asks, running his hand down your arm. You shake your head, swallowing hard and then wincing. Niall, all of the sudden, gets up and walks briskly into the kitchen, leaving you to dramatically fall face first on the couch. You lift your head up when you hear him walk in. He's got a glass of water, some ice cream, two spoons, and two pills in his hands. "Here ya go, darlin," he says, helping you out. You swallow the pills painfully, but once you do, Niall wraps you both up in a blanket and cuddles with you and eats ice cream with you until you fall asleep.
Liam: Liam had taken you out to dinner the night before, but when you woke up, you immediately knew something wasn't agreeing with you. You sit up slowly, trying to take some deep breaths. You feel Liam stir next to you, but you feel your stomach jolt. You jump out of bed and sprint to the bathroom with you hand over your mouth. You barely make it in time. You open the lid and vomit up the contents of your stomach. "Y/N?" you hear Liam ask. You sit back on your knees trying to regain your breath. Suddenly, the door opens and the light is turned on. A sleepy Liam enters, but as soon as he sees you, he's immediately awake and he rushes to your side, pulling your hair out of your face. "Are you ok?" he asks, rubbing your back soothingly. You're about to answer when you have to vomit again. Liam stays quiet and just rubs circles on your back until you finish. "I don't think that dinner agreed with me," you whisper. Liam stands up and grabs a washcloth and wets it down before wiping your forehead and the back of your neck. He helps you stand up and brush your teeth before carrying you back to bed and cuddling with you until you fall asleep.
Louis: You had been cursed with the family gene of horrible migraines. Okay, it's not really a gene but your mom and grandma got them really bad, and unfortunately did too. You've only had a few migraines in front of Louis, but this one was awful. You'd never felt a pain this bad. You stumble through the door of you and your boyfriend's shared flat and throw your keys down, your head throbbing with every move you make. "Hello, love!" Louis greets, envoloping you in a hug. You visible wince and cringe as he holds you. "What's wrong?" he asks a bit quieter. "Migraine.." you whisper, burying your head in his chest. You hear him sigh and pick you up. "What are you doing.." you whine. "I'm taking care of my beautiful girlfriend," he says, carrying you up the stairs. He lies you down gently and leaves the room breifly. He comes back with a glass of water, some medicine, and a cool cloth. He helps you take the pills and rests the cool cloth on your head. He climbs into bed and you curl up into his side, finally asleep almsot instantly.
Zayn: You and Zayn had volunteered at the hospital, helping children and reading to them. As soon as you made it home from London, it seemed as if both you and your boyfriend were run down. "Zayn, I don't feel good," you whine. "I don't feel great either," he says, running his hand around his forehead. You both climb into bed. "Baby, you're burning up," Zayn says, feeling your forehead. You reach up to feel his forehead and it's much cooler against your hand. You're about to say something when you sneeze. "Bless you, babe," he says reaching over and handing you a tissue. "Thank you," you sniff. "I think you've caught a little cold," he says, wrapping his arms around you. "Well don't hug me!" "Why not?" he asks. "I don't want to get you sick." "Don't worry, baby. I'd rather take care of you and get sick than have you suffer. Now go to sleep. I'm here," he says, running his fingers through your hair.
Harry: Your boyfriend Harry can't stand being apart from you, so he worked out a deal to bring you on tour. The first half of the tour was great, and now it's time for the US and Austrailian legs of the tour. As soon as you land in the US, you start to feel pretty run down. Your nose starts to run and you can feel flem in your throat. A few days pass and the flem turns to a horrible sore throat, and it takes all your might not to cough or show your sickness in front of Harry. "Y/N, we're leaving to go to the arena, are you coming with?" Harry asks, coming into the hotel room. "No, I'm tired. I think I'll stay here," you say, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He smiles and kisses you on the forehead before leaving again. The rest of the night is miserable for you. You are coughing non-stop and you feel as if someone had poured hot oil down your throat. Everytime you cough you feel like your lungs have caught on fire. When Harry comes back from his concert, he immediately rushes to your side, brushing away strands of hair from your face. "Y/N? Y/N, baby, what's wrong?" he asks, brushing away a few tears. You push him away and start coughing like crazy. Harry gets up and races to get you some water. He kneels back down, guiding the waterbottle to your lips. Once your coughing subsides, you lean your head forward and rest it in the crook of his neck. "Kitten, you're burning up," he states, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I don't feel well," you whimper, your voice rough but soft. "I know, baby. Come on, let's get you to bed. I'll take you to the doctor's in the morning, yeah?" he says, helping you up and to bed. He tucks you in and then climbs in on the other side, wrapping an arm around your torso and pressing soft kisses to your neck.
