1D Preferences and Imagines

You're Sick and He Takes Care of You

A/N: I apologize again for not putting up requests. I have a couple written but I haven't found the time to edit recently. Also, thank you for 25k reads! <3

Harry: You take another sip of your lemon tea with honey before wincing at the pain in your throat. Harry settles next to you, wrapping you up in a warm blanket before starting your favorite movie. "Feeling better, kitten?" he asks, pressing a kiss to your hot forehead. You shrug your shoulders, unsure. "Either way, I'll be here to take care of you," he adds, pressing a kiss to your nose. You smile, before picking up the notepad in front of you. You carefully write out your request, and pass it to Harry. He reads the sentence you've written, and gets up. "I'll be right back, Y/N." A few minutes later, Harry returns with a steaming mug of chicken noodle soup. You press a kiss to cheek in thanks, turning your attention to the movie. Soon, you feel better, all thanks to Harry.

Niall: You wake in the early hours of the morning, feeling terrible. Niall mumbles in his sleep, nuzzling against you. Slowly, you drift back to sleep, only to be awakened a few hours later by the churning of your stomach. You shoot out of bed, sprinting to the bathroom to empty your stomach. Gasping quietly, you pull away from the cold porcelain as you finish, only to return to your previous position. You hear Niall ask, "Princess?" and you groan in response. "Oh, princess," Niall says sympathetically, kneeling beside you and beginning to rub your back. "You need anything?" You nod, mumbling, "Cuddle?" Niall smiles, pressing a kiss to your slightly flushed cheek. You flush the toilet and shakily stand, rinsing your mouth and brushing your teeth. "C'mere love," Niall says, taking you in his arms lovingly. He gently scoops you up, carrying you bridal style back to your bed. "Just relax now, Y/N," he murmurs, pressing your back against his warm chest, drifting off to sleep as you do the same.

Louis: You are at work when a strong headache hits you. You have a few hours left to work today, so you take some pills and continue to work. Sadly, the pills don't work, and your headache only gets worse. Before you gather your things, you text a friend that lives nearby and ask her for a ride back to your flat. As you wait, you let Louis know that you were on your way home. Your friend arrives, takes one look at you, and pulls you into her car. "Y/N, it's a good thing that you messaged me. You look terrible." "Thanks a lot, Y/F/N," you groan out, burying your head in your hands. A few minutes later, Y/F/N pulls up in front of your flat, parking and helping you up the stairs. She knocks on the door, waiting for Louis to answer. He opens the door, eyes widening as he takes in your fatigued figure. "Thanks for bringing Y/N home, Y/F/N. Oh Angel c'mere," Louis says. Y/F/N puts your things on the floor, and leaves gently shutting the door. You wearily take a few steps forward. Suddenly, a sharp spike in the pain causes your legs to give out underneath you. Louis catches you, pulling you protectively to his chest. You look up at Louis with drooping eyes, letting out a soft whimper of pain. Louis carries you upstairs, tucking you into bed and closing the curtains. "Sleep Angel. I'll be here when you wake up." He settles in next to you, spooning you. "I'm here love. Always."

Liam: You sneeze, and reach for another tissue. As you blow your nose, your phone rings, beginning to play Liam's ringtone. "Hey Li," you say when you answer the phone. "Hey Y/N, are you alright? You don't sound too good," Liam says, concern apparent in his voice. "I've got a cold," you reply, coughing a few times. "Oh, love, I'm sorry. Do you want me to pick something up for you on my way home?" he asks. You sneeze several times, and say, "I think I'm alright... oh, could you pick up some soup?" Liam agrees and hangs up, leaving you to wait for his return. Liam arrives home a few hours later, with a lot more than just soup. He pokes his head in your room to ask if you want some soup, only to find you curled up in bed, sound asleep. "Liam smiles and changes into sweatpants and a T-shirt, slipping into bed to hold you against his chest. After all, cuddles make everything better.