One Direction Sickfics

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Niall wouldn't​ say that his school days were hard. He usually got great grades, and paid attention to what his teachers had to say. The biggest struggle he had with getting through the day was Algebra.

And that wasn't normally too much of a struggle either.

     But Niall knew it was going to be a pretty hard day when he woke up with his head in the bin. Besides feeling totally empty after the disgusting action, he also felt entirely weakened.     He knew his brother wouldn't be in for another hour so he laid back against his headboard. His eyes itched from the involuntary tears and he couldn't decide if he was hot or cold.

When he heard the knock on his door, he readied himself for his brother.

In popped Zayn, still in his sweatpants and looking tired. "You're up already?" He was never up at this time and to see him up was obviously a shock to Zayn.

"Zaynie..." Niall whimpered, making grabby hands for him. He figured even a freshman in high school​ could be childish if they're sick. "I think I'm ill."

"Oh come on, turd. No shows this morning. I'm not in the mood." Niall's heart sunk. How could his brother not believe him? Didn't he look absolutely disgusting?

"B-but..."      Suddenly he felt like crying. His whole body hurt and no one was going to believe him if he said he was sick. Worse yet, Niall felt his stomach fighting to get out again.

     "Get dressed, turd. Dad made pancakes." Niall stood, a dizzy feeling eating away at his vision. He stomach tumbled side-over-side as he grabbed a new pair of sweatpants and a blue sweatshirt.

The smell of pancakes hit Niall like a brick. His stomach rolled, forcing him to stumble blindly towards the hall bathroom. It was hot and stuffy in the bathroom, making it even more difficult for Niall to stop throwing up.     "Ni, come get some breakfast, Bug!"

Niall sat back against the wall and took a shaky breath, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"C-coming, dad," Niall weakly said. He realized after the words came out that it was practically impossible for his dad to have heard him.

"Good morning, ladybug," Liam pressed a kiss to Niall's hair. "Oh! You're sweating, take that sweatshirt off." Liam patted Niall towards his chair and prepared the blonde's plate of pancakes. "No, 'm cold." He protested. Liam glanced off at the blond, trying to see if he was going to make a move to actually listen, or if he was actually cold.

    "Hi, daddy!" Harry marched into the kitchen with his papa before Liam could make sure Niall was okay. "Hello, curly​." Liam handed off a plate of syrup drenched pancakes. And before another thought of Niall entered Liam's mind, he had to make the kids' lunches.     "Niall, what would you like for lunch today?" Liam asked, distracted by Harry's lunch.

"Eat your breakfast​, ladybug." Liam noticed that the blond wasn't eating his pancakes, and he hadn't even put any syrup on. "Not hungry," Niall whispered. He was afraid to say much of anything else, in fear that words wouldn't be the only thing coming out.     Liam ignored the boy, shoving lunch boxes towards the others. He didn't have time for games that morning so he picked Niall's plate up and put it on the counter.     "Off you pop. Papa's got the car running. Your backpack is on the hook. I love you, lady bug,"

"Love you too..."

Niall's stomach did a triple flip as he walked down the small flight of steps to the car. Maybe if he was sick, everyone would believe him. But the thought took the feeling away, as if the world was completely against him that day.