One Direction Sickfics

Harry chicken pox- for Niall_Cupcake_22

"Louis, I'm tired. . ." I whined, stretching my legs out over his lap.

"Then go to sleep," he replied blankly, not looking up from his phone.

I huffed and kicked his phone from underneath. Apparently he hadn't had a very tight grip on it because it went flying all the way across the room before it smacked the wall and hit the ground.

Louis blinked once and stared at his empty hands before turning to me with an irritated look.

"Seriously Haz?"

"Sorry, I'll go get it." I sighed and got to my feet.

Thankfully the phone was still in an okay condition and Louis's frustration seemed to have depleted by the time I sat back down as he happily let me rest my head on his lap.

I yawned widely and tapped my fingers on my leg to keep myself awake.

"Go to sleep Hazza," he told me again. 

I groaned and shook my head, "no, the interview's gonna start soon."

We were already at the studio we supposed to be at, as we were told we would be starting at 2 a clock. However we'd been waiting for an hour now and still hadn't heard from anyone. If they took much longer we were going to have to leave for soundcheck before we had anything recorded.

"They told us that an hour ago. Just sleep, we'll wake you when they need us," Liam spoke up reassuringly.

"Okay. . ." I yawned again and closed my eyes, snuggling into Louis' lap. I wished he'd worn something softer than denim.

Hardly a few minutes passed before I was sound asleep on the couch.

***

"Wakey wakey. . ."

I grunted appreciatively and tried to roll over.

"Oi, sleepy head, we've gotta go." I recognised Niall's accent as a hand rolled me back onto my back.

"Go where?" I slurred, still half asleep.

"Soundcheck. Interviews postponed until later in the week. Open your eyes or I'm gonna sit on your face," Niall threatened playfully.

I did as I was told and my nose scrunched up as my head instantly began to throb as a result of the afternoon sunlight shining in through the window.

"Ah, there you go. Now move it so I can get up." Louis grinned down at me. He started jiggling his knees and the jolting around made my face screw up in pain.  It felt like my skull was jumping around, smashing into the sides of my head.

"Shit, sorry, you good?" Louis stopped upon seeing my expression. I reached up and pressed my fingers to my temples to try and stabilise the pain. I should've taken something last night when I couldn't sleep instead of just laying there. If I'd gotten if enough sleep I wouldn't be so exhausted and head-achey.

"I've got a headache," I grumbled, slowly sitting myself up.

"Sorry mate, I didn't know," Louis apologised again.

"It's fine," I breathed.

"Is it bad? Will you be okay for the concert?" Liam asked with a frown.

"Once I take something." I closed my eyes for a second before standing up, "okay, let's go."

At the concert venue we went through soundcheck fairly quickly, despite the few awkward mistakes I made with the lyrics, and then we moved backstage to get changed and have all the stage stuff done.