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#83: You Take Care of Another Guy When He's Sick

#83: You Take Care of Another Guy When He's Sick - zaynical

Louis: You sat there with Niall’s head in your lap as he continued coughing. “Do you want any thing to drink, Ni? Like some tea or something.” You offered staring down at the sick boy in your lap. He shook his head slowly not bothering to open his eyes. Louis sat beside you with a raised eyebrow. “You don’t take of me like this.” He said under his breath. You glanced over at him with a small smile. “That’s a lie and you know it.” He huffed focusing his eyes on the TV as you laughed lightly. You rolled your eyes glancing down at Niall who was now asleep with his mouth slightly opened because he couldn’t breathe in through his nose. You frowned, the thought of any of the boys being sick made you feel terrible.

Niall: “Ooh you’re making soup. I want some.” Niall said walking into the kitchen excitedly over to where you stood. “It’s for Liam, babe.” You said pouring the soup into a mug looking briefly over at him. His mouth formed into a frown. “What about me babe?” He whined. You put the dirty pot in the sink and walked out the kitchen with him hot on your heels. You shrugged as you made your way to the guest room Liam was staying in. “I’ll make you something later, Ni.” He followed you into the room where Liam slept snoring loudly. You walked over to the side of the bed placing the mug down on the bedside table. You gently tapped Liam and he stirred only a little. “Come on, Liam. I made you soup. Time to eat.” You said soothingly and his eyes soon opened slowly. You motioned over to the mug and headed out the room. “You better eat that soup…I wanted it. You’re lucky your sick, Li.” You heard Niall mutter under his breath as got closer to the door.

Harry: “[Y/N]!” You heard Zayn call out from the living room. You poked your head out from the kitchen seeing him curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped tightly around him. “Yeah?” “Can you please make me some tea?” He asked in a raspy voice. You nod sending him a small smile and going to make him some tea. “I'm sick too.” You heard Harry yell out and you peeked your head back out into the living room. You rolled your eyes at him. “Really now?” You questioned with a raised brow. He let out a few fake coughs and nodded his head. “See I'm sick. Come make me feel better.” He said with a smirk. “How can I do that?” You said jokingly and he shot you a mischievous smile. “Can I really get that tea now, [Y/N]?” Zayn repeated softly from his spot on the couch. You broke your gaze from Harry and back onto Zayn. “I'm on it, Zayn.” You said going back to making his tea.

Liam: Louis rested his head on the bar after having one of his sneeze attacks. “You okay Lou?” You asked sitting beside him at the bar and he shook his head. You gently rubbed his back. “This sucks.” He said in a muffled voice letting his eyes flutter close. “Need me to get you anything?” And he shook his head once more. “Can you carry me to the bed? My legs hurt.” He asked causing you to let out a small chuckle. “I don’t think I can carry you, but I will get Liam to do it.” You said still laughing a little. You got up and went into the living room approaching Liam as he laid out on the couch. “Babe can you carry Louis to the guest room?” You asked and watched Liam’s face turn a bit amused. “You want me to carry Lou upstairs to bed?” You nodded and he let out a small chuckle but nodded nonetheless. You watched him go into the kitchen and fetch Louis, and carrying him bridal style toward the stairs. “Lou, I’ll be right up with some soup and tea okay.” You said sweetly and he nodded sleepily.

Zayn: You sat on the opposite side of Harry as he whimpered about his aching body. “Everything hurts.” He said sadly looking over at you. You bit down on your lip not really knowing what to do. “Want me to run you a hot bath? I think it’ll help a little.” You said standing up from you spot and he nodded. You walked into the bathroom and ran the water for him. You went back over to him, helping him off the couch and into the bathroom. “Are you going to help me take off my clothes?” He asked jokingly. “Styles you’re pushing it.” You heard Zayn call out loudly. “I'm only kidding.” Harry mumbled. Zayn walked over to the bathroom and stood in the doorway. “You better be Harry. Or else I’ll have to hurt you sick or not.” Zayn said with raised eyebrows. “No need for that. Thank you [Y/N] for running the bath for me.” Harry said giving you a quick shoulder squeeze. “It’s no problem. I’ll get you whatever you need, Haz.” You said shrugging and dragging Zayn out of the bathroom with you.