I wake up feeling miserable. A pounding head, aching body, nausea, and a sore throat with a bit of a tickle i can't get rid of. I hardly got any sleep due to my coughing all night. I look over across the bed to Niall, he's asleep. I go over to feel his head to see if the fever has gone away. Nope. Still hot.
Instead of getting up to go outside and eat, I just find myself laying back in my bed. I am so tired. I fell asleep in a split second.
"Babe." a raspy voice says and shakes me. "Breakfast is here."
"Huh? Oh yeah thanks." I say back. My breakfast consists of hot lemon tea, eggs, toast, and five little pills. I down my food quickly but cautiously. Then I get up and join Niall in his bed. He is all bundled up with blankets with a thermometer in his mouth. It's going up quite fast. 99. 102. 104. *beep* *beep* *beep* It finally stopped at 106.7. I feel really bad for him. I notice the expression on his face. He is feeling sympathy for me. Why? *beep* *beep* *beep* I realize I have one in my mouth too and then understand why he is sympathizing me. Mine has reached 108.3. "oh" i say leaning my head against his shoulder.
We aren't saying much at the time, but it's the moment where talking isn't necessary. Where we connect through feeling and not words. It's actually quite nice except for the interruption of our coughing spasms.
"I'm sorry." he says suddenly.
"What? Oh getting me sick? No it's fine I don't really mind it." Actually I do mind being miserably sick, but i don't mind him getting me this way.
He leans in to kiss my cheek. I go to kiss his right back when Liam interrupts by coming in the door. "Maybe the doctor doesn't need to come. I already know what you have." I shoot him a confused look. "You guys are love sick." Then he bursts out laughing but then stops because nobody else is laughing at the awful joke. "Um. Sorry. The doctor will be here in a few minutes." He quietly exits the room. Then I get up cause the doctor will probably want to see us individually.
Minutes pass by. I almost dose off. I jump to the doctors arrival in our room. "Hello. I'm Avery." she says delightfully with a face mask over her nose and mouth. She was absolutely stunning. She walks over to me. "McKenzie?" I nod not really being able to talk. "Okay I'm gonna check your heartbeat."
"I'm not wearing a bra." I say kind of embarrassed. I mean my boyfriend is in the bed right next to mine. I am sure he is going to watch me when she sticks her stethoscope up my shirt possibly giving his eyes access to my boobs. What? I'm being ridiculous.
"It's okay. I'll turn around." I hear Niall say from across the small room. Then me and the nurse laugh a little.
"Okay done!" she says. "Your heartbeat sounds great. Now I'm just gonna check for symptoms. Tell me whats been going on?" So I give her the list of everything wrong and she finishes the appointment with me and heads over to Niall doing the same exact thing she did with me. To nobody's surprise, our symptoms were the same. She came to the middle of the room and announced that we both had the flu and that with the right medications we should be better within a week or two. She prescribed us a list of medicine we should take and how often to take it and gave us our own face masks to help prevent spreading our flu viruses.
Later that day my mom picked me up at the front of the hotel. She felt awfully bad for me and let me sleep in the car. When we got home I was so week and achy that I almost didn't make it to the door. More or less make it upstairs to my room.
I mostly slept all week, having meals brought to me, taking pills, and all that jazz. Flu? Oh yeah it's great. You should totally get it! Ha, no, just kidding. It's terrible.
It's been about a week and me and Niall have been talking to each other non stop. But unfortunately the tour as been off and the dates were rescheduled due to Niall being sick. My fever has only gone down from 108.3 to 107.4 and Niall's has actually gone up just to match me. Both of us aren't feeling any better. Actually because of the particular virus we have, it has only gotten worse as the week went on.
As I lay in my bed I watch the news. I don't really want to watch it but its the only good thing on. The head anchor reports that the flu is rapidly spreading throughout the South East. "UGHHH." I complain. I try to call my mom in but my voice has given up on me since day one. So I find a little bell close to my bed and ring it until she comes. "I'll be right there!" Her Irish accent echoes through the house. She walks in on me during one of my coughing sprees. I quickly point to the empty cup on the side table. I start choking on my saliva and my face is turning red. She rushes back to me with a glass full of gross Florida tap water, but right now I'll drink anything.
I gulp it down fast asking for a refill and then dismissing her. I put my mask back on and pull out my phone.
'Hey how are you?' I text Niall real quick. I get a reply almost instantly.
'I'm good if you are'
I reply: 'actually I'm not feelin to hot at the moment.'
'Yeah me either'
'Sorry babe'
'Nah it's okay. Um can I ask you somethin?'
What is he gonna say. Oh gosh. 'Uh, yeah. Anything.'
'I'm sorry i have to go'
'Um bye?' I text back.
What was he gonna tell me? He can't keep leaving me hanging like this. Flu or no flu I'm gonna find out what he was gonna say.
*
I woke up and I grabbed a fresh mask. I walked downstairs and out the door. Honestly my parents don't care where I'm at or where I'm going. I put the key into the car starting it up. Hotel here I come.
There I stood waiting in the elevator with seven other people. Four of which had on face masks also. There was an awkward silence while the cheesy music played. The doors finally opened to the boys floor and I found their room almost immediately. I knocked. No answer. I knocked again. Still no answer. In the middle of my third knock the door swung open and pulled me in. I was completely scared. Chills running down my spine. "Louis?" I asked playfully, but all I got in return was a deep laugh. Definitely not Louis. Definitely not any of the boys. I saw a glimpse of the door number through the hands covering my eyes. I was in the wrong room.
