One Direction Sickfics

Harry sick- for larrybeiberdreams

I had no clue what in the world was wrong with me but I knew that I was not enjoying it at all.

Stomach virus maybe, flu, food poisoning. Dinner had tasted a bit bit weird the night before last but I'd never had food poisoning before, I couldn't tell.

But right now my stomach was killing me. It was cramping up so painfully every few seconds, as if my insides were being strangled by a thick whip or something and my breath would catch every time as I struggled to keep a straight face.

I'd tried taking a couple of painkillers a couple of hours beforehand, before we'd left for this damn interview, but even though I'd grabbed the strongest I could find, it still hadn't any difference.

And I couldn't just tell the boys. Sure it hurt, but I didn't see the need in worrying them all. I knew they would worry, they always did. And they were all in such good moods at the moment, the recent concerts had been some of the best we've played in a long time and for once we'd been getting enough sleep and actually eating routinely, which was a big accomplishment while touring.

I didn't want to be the buzzkill that brought everyone down over a stomachache.

I took a slight sip out of my water bottle in between cramps and after placing the bottle back down by my feet the interviewer turned to me, smiling brightly. "So Harry, how are you feeling about the tour this time round?" He asked perkily, crossing his feet over each other.

"It's been so good so far, we've finally performed in some of the places we've been meaning to for so- uh-" 

I paused as my stomach muscles clenched painfully, forcing my mouth shut. I wasn't feeling nauseous or anything, thank the gods above that at least one thing was in my favor here, but the sudden onset of pain was so overwhelming that I just couldn't speak for a second.

 I took a deep breath and shook my head, "sorry, I don't know what happened there."

 Everybody laughed and Niall knocked my shoulder, chuckling. "I meant to say that, it's been amazing to do shows in places we haven't before," I finished, fixing my jacket and running a hand as casually as I could over my stomach. It felt a little bloated underneath my shirt and as I pulled my hand away it twinged yet again. I bit my lip and shifted a bit on the soft navy couch.

Thankfully it wasn't an overly long interview and we managed to get away before seven o' clock.

I tried to be a part of the usual conversation and banter as we drove back to the hotel, knowing that if I didn't act like my usual self suspicions would easily start to raise. It wasn't as if I was properly trying to hide it, I was just choosing not to say anything.

I wandered along a few steps behind the rest of the band as we made our way to the elevator at the hotel and Liam dropped back beside me after a minute or so.

"You're a bit quiet today Hazza, is everything okay with you?" He asked casually. My stomach cramped. Was I really that translucent? I thought that I'd been doing pretty well at keeping up with everyone but apparently they had noticed anyway.

Liam still didn't know exactly though, I could still make this work.

 I shrugged as easily as I could, shooting him a smile that I hoped was reassuring, "Yeah, everything's going great. I guess I'm just a bit tired or something today."

"Did you not sleep well last night?"

We drew to a stop outside the elevator while we waited for it to come down to the base floor.

The answer to his question was not overly. The pain in my gut had begun barely two hours after I fell asleep and it shook me awake pretty quickly. After that I couldn't go back to sleep for more than a few minutes because my stomach kept waking me up.