1D One Shots/Sickfics

Niall Faking (kidfic/sickfic)

Request for larrybieberdreams

Liam-Dad/Daddy

Zayn-Papa

Niall-12

Louis-12 (friend)

Harry-12 (friend)

Niall's POV

I don't want to go to school today. No particular reason, it's just one of those days where school seems like the last thing I want to do. I've never tried to fake a sick day before, but I've heard enough stories from my friend Louis to know how to pull it off, and what to avoid.

Fevers are hard to do right, and given that I haven't had any practice, I don't want to fail immediately. Colds are way too physically obvious; I can't fake cough for the life of me, and it's literally impossible to fake a runny nose. Besides which, a cold without a fever isn't enough to stay home. Stomach then. Louis likes to go with nausea and vomiting, but that would be too obvious to dads. They know I love to be comforted when I'm throwing up, so it would be strange if I locked myself in the bathroom to fake puke and have no one with me. That leaves my only option as diarrhea. I hate it in real life, but faking it shouldn't be too bad.

I roll over in bed, trying to decide exactly how to execute my plan. I'll need to get started soon. First, I have to determine my exact symptoms. Obviously an upset stomach, and I can complain about it being crampy too. Frequent, long trips to the bathroom. I'll have to act a bit embarrassed and upset, because I never get sick without getting ridiculously emotional. I can't just suddenly be fine with feeling gross, that would be suspicious. Maybe I should add a headache too, that'll get me extra sympathy points. Yeah, I think I'll do that.

Okay, time to start.

I wait until I hear movement, then get out of bed and stumble quickly to the bathroom. I'm never very awake in the morning anyways, so it's not that hard to seem extra tired on the journey there. On the downside, that means that it's not too likely anyone will notice anything unusual. I lock myself in the bathroom and have a wee before sitting down on the closed toilet seat. I dab a bit of toothpaste under my eyes, knowing from Louis that it will make me look like I've been crying. Sure enough, my eyes start watering quite quickly. I wipe away the minty substance after a minute or two, not wanting to overdo it. I'm not that much of a crybaby when I'm sick, just a little teary sometimes.

"Almost done in there, Ni?" Papa calls, knocking on the door. "I need a shower before breakfast."

"Yeah, almost," I say, trying to make my voice sound a little dejected. I stand up and flush the toilet before spraying air freshener around the room to hide the non-existent smell. I wash my hands, take a look in the mirror to make sure my eyes are still a bit red, and then slowly open the door.

Papa doesn't really pay attention to me, just rushing into the bathroom as soon as I'm out of the way, so I decide to move on to Dad. He's probably in his and Papa's bedroom, getting ready for the day. Sure enough, when I walk down the hallway, I find him doing his hair in the mirror, humming to himself.

"Dad?" I say, making my voice a bit quavery, as if I were about to cry.

"Hmm? What is it, Ni?" he asks, not looking away from his task.

"I don't feel very good." I put a hand on my stomach and rub my forehead with the other.

"Oh, what's wrong bud?" Dad asks, immediately abandoning his hair to walk towards me.