One Direction Sickfics

Liam sick- for music_lover5462*extended

"Uh- achoo!"

"Huh-echoo, achoo, h-choo, echoo, achoo, achoo, achoo!"

I looked up from the pot of soup I was stirring on the stove, "you good Li?"

I think he might've replied but his voice was too quiet to make out over the sound of the element. I tapped my foot and turned the stove up, hoping to speed up the process. I wanted to go check on him, make sure he hadn't sneezed himself off the couch or something stupid I didn't want to burn down down his house either. I sighed, wishing that Louis or Harry were around to help out. The second they heard we had a break they were both on a plane back to the UK to see their families. Liam and I weren't so impulsive but we were both planning on heading back too. Then Liam got sick, so at the moment we were just around the house.

"I'm out of t-tiss- achoo!"

I spun around just in time to see Liam sneeze yet again, hands over his face.

"Tissues," he finished blearily, wiping his watering and bloodshot eyes. I couldn't help but wince at his appearance. He looked more or less the exact same as he had the past two days but it was still shocking me each time.

"You should go sit back down," I suggested.

"It smells good in here." He smiled, rubbing at his red nose.

I rolled my eyes knowingly, "you can't smell a damn thing sicko."

Liam's croaky chuckle made me wince and reach out to stable him as he coughed a bit afterwards. He sneezed again and groaned in frustration, sniffling failingly.

"Are there any more tissues around?"

"I think you're gonna have to make do with toilet paper for now Mate," I replied apologetically, "unless I take the car down to the pharmacy."
Liam cast a look out the window and sighed, "it's snowing again."
"So?"
"I'm not letting you g-achoo!" He rubbed his nose and sagged even more against the counter, "damn it. . ."
I turned the stove back down and made my way over to him. I touched my hand to his forehead to get a feel of the fever he had been hosting since last night.
"I think you're getting warmer." I sighed.
"Shocker, I feel like cr-crap. I'm going to go steal a roll of toilet paper."

He wandered off, dragging his thick socks along the carpet.

I took the pot off the stove and separated its contents into two bowls while I waited for Liam to return.

When he did get back, he had toilet paper plugged up both nostrils. I couldn't help but laugh, even with sickness practically radiating off him he looked funny.

"Shut up." Liam rolled his eyes, "I'm hoping it'll stop the sneezing."

He plopped down on a the bar stool and picked up the box of cold and flu he'd been taking up. He rubbed his eyes and blinked at the small writing on the back.

"You can't take any more of that yet Li," I told him, pushing his bowl and a spoon from the draw towards him.

"Why not?" he coughed, swallowing with a grimace.

"I don't know, I'm not a doctor. It says on the box you can only have it once every six hours." I shrugged, reaching out to take the box from him. Liam held it out of my reach and I jumped as he tilted back dangerously on the stool. He managed to grab onto the counter with a shaky hand at the last second. A goofy smile formed on his cracked lips and he sighed in relief, "lucky."

"Very," I agreed as I eyed the tiles behind him. If he had fallen, he probably would've cracked his head open.

"I'm just gonna take more anyway." Liam shrugged carelessly.