(Niall's POV)
"Niall....Niall. Come on babe open your eyes for us." I faintly hear someone calling for me, but they seem so far away.
"He's probably just faking, come on kid get up we don't have time for this." I whimper and jump as someone, I assume is apart of modest! is yelling. I immediately feel someone shush the one yelling and caress my arm attempting to bring me some comfort.
"Turn the lights out." Liam whispered, I soon felt the lights dimming as I heard Harry softly telling me to open my eyes. If only it was that simple. I crack my eyes open only to shut them immediately. Despite their attempts to dim the room down it still felt as if the lights were shooting into my eyes. I open my eyes once again, this time slower. With success I begin to look around the room, taking in my new surroundings. All of the boys, accompanied by Paul and a member of management was standing, looking at me. Well as if I wasn't already uncomfortable enough with this migraine and stomachache from hell they sure seemed to make me feel out of place. A serve cramp in my stomach reminded me that I'm pretty sure I was gonna die. I felt someone shaking me, I look to see that it's Harry looking at me with worried eyes.
"Niall, babe what's wrong?" Harry spoke, worry laced throughout his voice.
"Trashcan." Was all I could say before my stomach decided to throw itself into my throat. I gladly accepted the can from Harry as I heaved, only throwing up stomach acid, thanks to my previous puking session. I started to feel dizzy, and I'm guessing Harry realized as he grabbed the trashcan and held it for me. I heard the boys whisper to me that it would be okay, but at this point I didn't really believe that was the case. As my stomach finally decided it was done torturing me I fell back against who I believed to be Liam. I felt as he wrapped a strong arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his warm embrace. Which at this point I was very grateful for considering I was freezing.
"Still think he's faking?" Louis hissed, his voice thick with venom.
"Fine, take him home. I expect all of you boys to be back here at seven am tomorrow." And with the management left.
I felt relief wash over me as I relaxed more into Liam's chest. I heard the boys begin to talk, but I was already welcoming the world of dark abyss in attempt to escape the intolerable pain pulsating throughout my tired body.
(Harry's POV)
"Liam, do you still have that thermometer on you?" I ask as I look at our little Irish lad. He responds by handing the little metal device to me, carful not to wake the unconscious, ill boy in his arms. I slowly insert the device into Niall's ear, earning a small whimper followed by some words that none of us could really comprehend. Another groan is given by the boy as the thermometer beeps. I show the other lads the device watching as a worried expression takes over their faces.
"Do you guys think we should take him to the hospital? 103.7℉ is way too high." Louis asked. As soon as I was going to reply Niall shot up shaking his head no. He got up, walking on to a chair across the room attempting to steady himself with it. Louis walked over to him and tried to embrace him only to have niall back away and fall onto the floor. Louis looked back at us with a confused expression. We walked on too him and kneeled down. I looked at him, taking notice of the tears sliding down his flushed face.
"Niall, what's wrong? Why are you afraid of us?" Liam spoke softly to a shaking Niall.
"I'm not afraid of you." Niall whispered.
"Then why did you freak out of us and back away from me?" A hurt louis asked.
"I'm not going to the hospital." His spoke, words barely audible.
