Niam One Shots

Benefits to Being Sick

Prompt: can you do one where liam sick and they got rehearsal and he didn't sleep at all the night before and he keeps on messing up and he just keeps mad and goes to the bathroom and gets sick and Louis caught him and tells niall and niall takes him home

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I feel like shit. There is no other way to state it, I feel like shit. My head is pounding, I’m drenched in sweat yet shivering, and I’ve already thrown up twice today. All I want to do is go back to bed and sleep. I’m so desperately tired, I didn’t get any sleep last night because my head was hurting so bad and I had to get up those two times to go throw up.

“Liam!”

Whoever yelled managed to wake me up; I didn’t even know I had fallen asleep.

It was the vocal coach that had yelled my name. “I’m so sorry sir.”

“What is wrong with you boy?” The vocal coach asked me.

I rubbed my temples before answering. “I’m sorry sir; I didn’t sleep well last night.”

The coach sighed. “Go to the restroom and splash some water in your face and see if that will wake you up some.”

I nodded my head and did as he said. As soon as I got to the restroom I splashed some cold water on my face, but it did nothing to wake me up. I actually felt my stomach churn and I ran to the toilet and emptied the contents of my stomach. Once I was finally done, I pulled back and leaned against the wall, deciding to close my eyes for a bit.

“Seriously Liam? You’ve been in here for fifteen minutes.” Louis’s voice woke me up again. Damn it Liam, you need to stop falling asleep.

“Hmm.” I just hummed out because I was too tired to actually say something.

Louis placed the back of his hand to my forehead and I sighed in relief at how cold his hand is. “Damn it Liam. You are burning up and did you just throw up because your breath stinks.”

I nodded and he sighed. “I’m going to get Niall, he knows how to handle you best and you seem to like him the best when you don’t feel good. Try to stay awake until he gets here.” I hummed in agreement and he immediately left.

Not even two minutes later the Irish boy showed up.

“I hear you’re not feeling so well Liam.” I just nodded. “Here, let’s get you up and get you home to bed.” I reached up my arms and motioned for him to carry me. He sighed. “Liam, you know I am not strong enough to carry you.” I gave him a pout. “Oh, don’t give me that look. Alright, alright, I’ll try my best.”