One Direction Sickfics

Niall and Harry sick- for DHMOREGGO

"Harry. . ."

 I stared at him, putting on my best pleading face. I most likely just looked like I was trying to take a shit but hey, it was more than worth the shot.

He raised a brow, one side of his mouth quirking up in amusement, "Niall."

"Come on! How do you say no to snow!" I whined, throwing my hands up in exasperation.

 Harry smirked, crossing his arms over his chest, "simply by saying no"

"But it's not as fun on my own."

 I turned hopefully to Louis and Liam who were perched on the counter-top to my right, "any takers over there?"

 Louis shook his head and tugged his sleeves down over his hands, "I'm already freezing my ass off Ni, if I put a single toe in that stuff it will fall off."

Liam laughed and shook his head too, "sorry mate, I'm with Lou."

"Please Haz? Just a few minutes, it'll be really fun!" 

 I was literally begging at this point.

 It had started snowing sometime in the night and it was already reasonably deep, almost knee high by the looks of it. All I wanted to do was go mess around in it. And nobody would go with me because my friends suck.

"Knowing my luck I'll get ill Ni, or get frostbite," Harry said, shrugging apologetically.

"You won't! You're wearing enough to clothe an entire city!" I protested, waving a hand down his figure. It was true, he was wearing so many layers he looked way bigger than his actual build. Despite the fact that the heater was blaring every single ounce of heat it had, Harry had still dressed as if hell was freezing over.

There was no way he'd get frostbite under all that, and I doubted he'd get sick either. It would just be a couple of minutes.

"Is it because you're too old? Too boring and tired?" I teased.

I cut him off when he tried to fight back, "bones a bit creaky? Feeling more like a knitting session?"

"I'm not too old!" 

Harry flared up and I grinned to myself, here we go.

 I smiled triumphantly, knowing I'd gotten him, "prove it."

"Let's go, we're going to play in the snow like the youthful people we are!" 

He grabbed my arm and yanked me out the door as Liam and Louis laughed after us. The door closed behind me.

I had to admit, it wasn't exactly warm.

I rubbed my hands up my arms and blew out a huff of cool air.

"Heads up!"

A clump of snow smacked into my shoulder and I turned to face Harry, a confident smirk creeping onto my face. His eyes were bright and excited, despite not wanting to be do it in the first place. 

I knew he'd like it once we were out here.

"Oh, you're on, Styles!" I howled and leaped at him with a handful of snow. I shoved it down the back of his coat and laughed as he shrieked and danced away, trying to shake the snow out of his shirt.

***

The next morning I found Harry asleep on the couch when I went out for breakfast. I wasn't sure it was him until I noticed the tuft of curls sticking out from under the duvet that he was buried in.

It was almost nine thirty so I figured it was alright to wake him up, and ask him why the hell he was on the couch when he had a perfectly nice bed in his room.