One Direction Sickfics

Niall sick- for Maddy_is_me

Harry's: POV

When I woke up I made the quick decision to pull a harmless sick act.

It was nothing new for me, and I didn't think of it as anything too bad. I had been doing it every now and then ever since I was a kid, grabbing a day off school when I could. I never got sick, maybe once every few years, so I never got any breaks and sometimes it was nice to just have a day off.

Since the band started I'd barely been ill once, and only taken a couple of unscheduled days off. As long as I didn't do it too often everything was fine.

Today we were supposed to drive for four hours just for a quick half hour interview, and then drive all the way back. I didn't really agree with long car rides, it wasn't that I got car sick, it was more along the lines of the fact that Liam did. Every time. And because I had the strongest gut I always had to deal with it.

I wasn't in the mood to hold his hair back and keep his bucket steady. It was gross, and I could not be bothered in the slightest.

I tugged on my phone lazily until the charger fell out and then unlocked it.

Li, can you bring some panadol to my room please?

I sent the text through and rested my phone on my chest while I waited for a reply.

Yeah, just a sec

Was the text I got back a few seconds later.

I shot him a quick thanks and put my phone under my pillow. I rolled over and buried my head under the duvet. I tried to breathe heavily to make my bare skin warmer before Liam came in because I wouldn't be surprised if he felt for a temperature.

 If I hadn't known that he would be the only one up I would've texted Louis, I knew he wouldn't feel for temperature.

Not too long later I heard the door slowly opening, creaking quietly as it did so.

"Haz?" Liam whispered and I heard him moving closer. I didn't make any move to stick my head out or anything though.

"Are you awake?"

Now I just whimpered slightly and as a last thought rubbed my knuckles over my eyes, hoping to make them watery.

"I've got the pills you asked for mate, and some water. Mind me asking what for?" Liam asked softly as he put the glass down on my bedside table, judging on what I could hear.

I ever so slowly pushed the duvet back down to my chest, scrunching my face up as I did so.

"My head really hurts," I whispered quietly, squinting a little.

"So bad that you couldn't get your own panadol?" The words might've seemed accusing coming out of anyone else's mouth but Liam was just beginning to sound worried.

"Tried," I breathed, blinking languidly, "got dizzy."

"Shit, really? That's rough." Liam frowned. "Okay, get these down quickly then. Hopefully you'll feel better before the interview, you probably won't be able to come if you're passing out everywhere Styles, and we need you there to entertain us on the car ride up. Not to mention, I need you to hold my hair back."

 Liam cringed as he anticipated the events later to come.

They wouldn't be coming at all if I could help it.

"You might have to hold my hair back," I murmured. As I had thought he would, Liam came closer and touched my forehead.

"You're a little warm actually," Liam concluded, "we're gonna have to get rid of that, or just not tell our favourite Irish man. You know he won't let you leave the house if you have a fever."