One Direction Sickfics

Everyone sick- for luke_is_my__penguin

You woke up to a familiar buzzing sound and reached out blindly to pick up the phone. Harry must've felt your movement because he tightened his grip slightly, silently telling you not to leave. You doubted he'd even woken.

"Haz, it's the phone," you murmured as you pried his fingers away from your skin and slid out of his grasp, finally being able to successfully answer the phone.

 You used the coffee table to assist you in getting to your feet which were absolutely buzzing with pins and needles. They'd been tucked up under your body for way too long. "Hey, what's up?"

"It's Louis."

You chuckled, "yeah I got that from the caller ID Lou, what do you need?"

"Oh, right. I was wondering if I could come over, with the lads," Louis asked, sounding hopeful and desperate.

"I don't know Lou, Harry's not doing very well and-"

"Him too? Please, Liam and Niall are both sick as well and I don't even know what the hell to do anymore. I need your help or I'm going to end up dropping them both off on the side of the road and that'll be that." Louis pleaded. He'd said a lot, but really you'd already given in with the first three words.

"What about you? Are you okay?"

Louis sighed, "I don't even know, for now I suppose."

"Alright Lou, come on over."

"You're a lifesaver."

"Hell yeah I am." 

You smirked and hung up, putting the phone back down on the table and pulling the hair tie that had somehow traveled half way up your arm while laying with Harry back down to your wrist. You glared at the indentation it left in your skin until Harry let out a grunt and rolled over, tucking his knees into his chest. 

You watched to see if he would wake up just yet, knowing that it had been a few hours since he'd rushed to the toilet and he'd probably be up again sometime soon.

The two of you had been between the bathroom and the couch since four that morning, and it was only ten now but six hours was enough to make Harry miserable, and you worried.

Barely ten minutes later there was a knock at the door and you moved past the dining table and opened up, revealing your boyfriend's best friends looking bloody awful. You cringed.

 Louis waved with a small grin, "Hi"

You ushered them inside, sending sympathetic looks to Liam and Niall as they trudged into the house pale and trembling, "come inside, before you all drop dead."

 You gestured for them to be quiet and lead them into the lounge seeing as it was the biggest room in the house with the most comfort. Harry was obviously occupying one of the largest couches, but there was another three seater and and two other two seaters.

Liam claimed the other long one, leaving Niall with the shorter one but he didn't seem to mind all that much, judging by the way he laid down and passed out in practically the same second.

 You looked to Louis, wondering how the two of them had ended up with him, "o, what happened?" 

He plopped down into the remaining couch with a shake of his head. "Liam was at mine when he started spewing, so obviously I let him stay and told him I'd look out for him, and then Ni just kinda appeared at my door early this morning" he said with a yawn.

"And you want to drop them on the side of the road why?" 

 You understood that Louis was tired and had an imagination but he'd sounded deadly serious on the phone.