One Direction Prefrences and Imagines

Prefrence #107 "He has a really bad stomach ache"

Harry - he rested his head in your lap, and sniffed loudly. You brushed back curls far enough to see it in his eyes when he winced. You gingerly lifted the hem of his shirt and traced patterns upwards across his stomach, applying pressure whenever he groaned loudly into the place he was nestled. “What can I do, baby?” You murmured softly. Wide eyes looked up like a child, and found yours. 

"Kiss it all better," he pouted his lips, hopeful. You rolled your eyes and hurried down his body, raising the hem of his shirt higher and pressing kisses to his stomach and every part of him he said that hurt. 

Liam - you crept closer to him under the covers of the bed, wrapping yourself around him and encasing him, pressing chaste kisses to his neck and chest, your hands searching for his stomach between the sheets. “Still hurting?” Your murmur touched his skin. 

"Uh huh," he whimpered quietly, cringing at how badly he was aching. 

You sighed, and slunk away from him. He listened dully to the sounds of your footsteps heading to the ensuite. The light flickered to life, and you fiddled for a few moments before you returned to the bedroom, with a heat pack and some Panadol. “Here, take some, babe,” you shushed his forehead, “and I’ll go heat this up for you.”

Louis - he tried to hide it from you, but you pinned him down in bed, sliding your hands up his torso, catching every bump and muscle on the way. You pressed down until he lurched up, groaning, “babe, come on.”

"Now," you smiled in the twilight, "will you stop being a martyr let me get you some medicine or what?"

"Okay, babe," he finally conceded, the silhouette of his jaw slacking to one side as he lay down with his head in the pillows, eyes screwed up when he let you know how much of an ache it was. 

Zayn - his hot breath spilt over your neck as you hugged him close to your chest. The music in the club was too loud, and the lights were too dark and everything around you was too much. “You’re not feeling good, are you, babe?” You held his cheek. His eyes flitted closed and he nodded dully. 

"My stomach," he whimpered, swallowing sorely. 

"Come on, let’s get you home," you chuckled, wrapping an arm around his frame. You held his stomach with one hand as you walked, taking him away to the quiet and a better place. 

Niall - ”Babyyyyy…” you heard him groan from the living room, “hurry up, it hurts.” You stopped the heat pack in the microwave thirty seconds early and rushed into the living room, kneeling down and brushing blonde locks from his forehead that had been flattened in his haste to burrow down into the couch pillows.  

"You’ll be okay…" you murmured to him, brushing your lips along his hairline. 

"Will I?" He moaned dramatically, flopping back into the cushions you’d stacked for him. 

"Yes, just get some rest," you laughed at him, backing away. He reached for your hand and pulled you closer again. 

"Stay with me," he murmured, his eyes widened, stomach in a knot as he turned on his side and groaned again.