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#3 You're Sick With The Flu

You're Sick With The Flu


Harry:
You had woke up in the early hours of the morning, feeling sick to your stomach. You ripped the covers off yourself and bolted to your shared bathroom. You whipped on the light and quickly leaned over the toilet. The remains of last night's dinner poured into the bowl. Harry ran in next to you, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, but once he realized what was going on, his eyes shot open and he knelt down next to you. His hand began rubbing the small of your back as another wave of nausea came over you.

"Oh baby," he whispered. You finished emptying your stomach and rested your back against the wall. You started crying because you were extremely tired and uncomfortable.

"Here sweetheart," Harry said, holding out a glass of water. As you took it from him, your hands shaking, he placed a cool cloth on your forehead. You had to admit, it did feel relaxing.

"Come on, let's go back to bed... I'll grab a bucket for you." He placed an arm around your waist and helped you stand up. Your shaky legs managed to reach the bed. Harry tucked you in and crawled in next to you. His hand began tracing small circles on your stomach as the two of you finally fell asleep.


Liam:
Liam had woken up in the middle of the night to find you hunched over the toilet with your dinner in the toilet with traces of blood. He, being the protective person he is, ran over to you and picked you up. Liam was smart enough to know that no person should be throwing up blood. He placed on of his sweaters over your head and carried you to the passenger seat of the car. You were so weak, you could barely lift your head to look at him so you just started crying. He reached his hand over the middle console and grabbed your hand firmly but gently. When you reached the hospital, he carried you in. Luckily, there wasn't many people there so nobody really recognized him and you were able to get in quickly. As you were getting checked out, Liam was told to wait in the waiting room and despite his protests, he gave in and waited. As he was just about to get up and ask how much longer it was going to be, the doctor came out and explained the situation to him. Turns out that you had eaten some bad meat and your stomach wanted to get rid of everything, which stressed out the stomach lining, causing a small tear in the tissue. It wasn't major, but you were told to remain on bed rest until the tear had begun to heal. Liam carried your weak body out of the hospital and placed you in the backseat of the car so you could lie down. When you got home, he picked you up again and carried you back to bed. For the rest of the night, he would make sure you had anything you needed. You knew as long as you had him, you were going to be okay.


Niall:
One day you and Niall were just hanging around your flat. The two of you decided to have a lazy day at home because it was raining outside and you weren't feeling too hot. You didn't think much of it until you went to the kitchen to grab you and Niall some tea. It hit hard. The fever, the nausea and the dizziness.

"Niall!" you called, holding yourself up with the counter.

"Yeah?" he called back.

"I need you please!" Your voice cracked at the end and Niall must have heard because he was in the kitchen in seconds.

"What's wrong?" he asked, worry written all over his face. At one glance at you he was at your side, lifting you up.

"I-I don't feel good," you replied weakly.

"I can see that," he darkly chuckled and brought you to the couch.

"Wait here princess." He raced off somewhere and when he returned he came back with tea and a cold cloth for your forehead. He lifted the cup to your mouth and you took a sip. You winced though as the tea was hot and your throat was sore. Niall placed the cloth on your head and sat next to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and threw a warm blanket around the two of you. You snuggled up into him and he pulled you closer. He pressed play on the movie you two had been watching and even though you felt awful, Niall couldn't help but make you feel a little better.


Zayn:
Unfortunately, when the worst of the flu hit you, Zayn was at the studio. You thought if you called him though, it would be taking him away from his job. So you held off. By the time he got home, you were on the couch with a bucket on the floor and you were leaning over it, yet again emptying your stomach. Zayn walked in to see you and his smile faded. He rushed to your side and picked up your hair.

"Oh, hi Zayn," you choked out before another round came up and you were back to leaning over the bucket.

"Why didn't you call me?" he asked, sounding a little upset that you hadn't.

"I didn't want to bother you," you replied, wiping your mouth with your sleeve.

"Oh boo! You should have called me! I wouldn't have minded at all!" he said, taking your face in between his hands. You smiled and let out a small cough.

"To be honest, I feel like shit," you whispered.

"No kidding." He helped you up and brought you to the bedroom. He lay you down on the bed and laid down next to you. Of course he brought the bucket with him. For the rest of the evening, Zayn cuddled with you while you watched movies until you finally gave in to your fatigue and fell asleep in his strong arms.


Louis:
Louis woke up to find that you weren't in bed. He got up confused as to why but his questions were answered when he found you asleep, leaning over the toilet. Your face was pale and the room didn't have the greatest smell. He sighed with sympathy as he walked over to you. He lightly brushed the sweaty hair away from your forehead and when he did, you jumped awake. You then realized it was him.

"Oh, sorry Lou," you said very quietly.

"Hey sweetie. Not feeling good?" You shook your head lightly.

"Aww, it's gonna be okay. Come on, let's go back to bed." He placed an arm gently around your waist, flushing your dinner down the toilet and getting to some water before bringing you back to the comfort of your bed. When the two of you laid down, he pressed you gently to his chest and kissed your feverish forehead.

"Go to sleep and tomorrow, you and I are having a relaxing day, okay?" You nodded slightly and placed your cold hands on his warm chest. The next day, Louis kept his promise and was your servant for the whole day.