Niall:
"Princess.. Are you awake?" Niall asked quietly into the darkness, making you grumble softly. "I am now." You said turning towards him. "I'm sorry baby.. It's just that my head is killing me." He whispered, moving over making you wrap your arm around him as he buried his head into your chest. "And my boobs are going to make it go away?" You asked smirking to yourself. "Hush and love me." He whispered, and you tightened your grip on him softly. "Why don't I get you some Aspirin then, love?" You whispered a couple of minutes later, hearing him groan. "Please, Princess." He whispered, moving away so you could get up. You got up and stumbled down stairs to the kitchen. You returned a couple of minutes later with a glass of water and the Aspirin. "Here you go baby." You whispered handing him the tablet and water. He took the pills uneasily and swallowed them with the water. He put his head back down on the pillow and you crawled back in bed with him, letting him cuddle up against you as much as he wanted.
Louis:
You closed your eyes tighter when you felt that the bathroom light had come on, you turned over knowing it was just Louis but sat up when you heard him puking. "Lou?" You called out rubbing your eye. "I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean to wake you." He called back before puking again. You walked into the bathroom and leaned against the doorway. "Love, what's wrong? Was it something you ate?" You asked, walking over and rubbing his back slowly. He sighed resting against the toilet seat. "I don't know Boo, it could be the stomach flu." He whispered, you sighed. "Is there anything I can do?" You asked, continuing to draw imaginary circles on his bare back. He shook his head. "Just stay with me?" He asked, looking at you sadly with his blue eyes. You nodded. "I'll go get a blanket." You whispered leaving the room, only to hear Louis vomit once more. You came back in with two blankets, one for him and one for you just in case you fell asleep.
Liam:
You jolted awake when Liam let out a loud cough next to you. "Sorry love, I was trying to hold that in." He said sheepishly, groaned and placed his hand on his forehead. "Why are you coughing?" You asked, still half asleep. "I think I'm coming down with a little cold is all." He shrugged it off, you sat up a little. "Do you want some tea?" You asked, already pulling the covers off of you. Liam sighed. "Babe you don’t have to get anything for me. I'll be fine." He protested but you were already walking out of the door and down to the kitchen. You came back about ten minutes later with a cup of hot tea and some cough syrup, Liam scrunched his nose up when he saw the syrup. "You've got to take some syrup, Li. No excuses." You said, already pouring the liquid into the little plastic cup when he wined. "Liam." You whispered managing to get him to take some, then he quickly drank some tea to get the taste away. "Thanks baby." He smiled, kissing your forehead as you sat down next to him.
Zayn:
"Babe. Babe." Zayn's grumbling made your eyes open slowly. "What is it Zayn?" You whispered, voice strained from sleep. "I really don't feel well." He whispered, the sound of his voice reminding you of a five year old boy instead of a twenty year old. You rolled over, a little more awake now, your eyes widened once you saw the sweat on Zayn's forehead and his drenched t-shirt. You sat up quickly and placed your hand on his forehead. "Zayn, you're burning up." You said, and Zayn groaned. "Babe, make it stop." He begged, tears threatening to fall. "Baby, what hurts?" You asked. "Everything. Boo, make it stop." He begged again, and you slipped out of bed, despite his pleads for you to stay. You went downstairs and filled up a glass with water, two Aspirins and some cough syrup just in case he started coughing. You walked back into the room to find Zayn curled up into a ball, crying softly. "Zayn, baby, can you please take these for me?" You asked, rubbing his back. He managed to sit up and take the Aspirin along with the water. "Take your shirt off for me sweetheart." You whispered, Zayn shook his head and laid back down on the pillow. "Z, please." You whispered again and he groaned. "You do it." He whispered, laying his arms by his sides, you frowned and took his shirt off for him. You then went to the bathroom and threw his shirt into the hamper and got a cold wash cloth, when you came back, Zayn was asleep, but it was fitful, he would twitch and shiver. You crawled back into bed and placed the wash cloth on Zayn's head and held him for the rest of the night.
Harry:
Achoo-achoo-achoo! That's all Harry had been doing since he got into bed that night, you sighed and sat up, turning on the lamp. "Babe, are you alright?" You asked a little irritated. "Yeah." He sniffled. "Just a stuffy nose." He muttered, sneezing again. "Do you think it's a sinus infection perhaps?" You suggested, since Harry stayed so busy he was bound to get sick easily. "Maybe, just take care of me?" He begged, batting his eyelashes. "You laughed and got up, going to get some nasal decongestants and something warm to drink. When you came back upstairs, Harry was finally asleep, you put the medicine and the drink down on the nightstand since there was no use trying to get him up now.
