One Direction Sickfics

Don't Make Me Shop Please! (Harry Centric)

Harry POV

I've been feeling ill with a cold all week but I'm taking flu tablets. The boys know and they think that it's getting better but if anything I feel worse.It doesn't help that outside the weather is boiling and muggy, this puts us all in a grouchy mood because we cant do anything, although we are trying to. I think Zayn knows that something's wrong but i'll convince him somehow. You see we're dating now. The boys are watching a film in the living room but i just said that i needed to sleep. I honestly feel worse than ever. I think my cold may be turning into the flu. I feel that if I go to sleep then maybe it will improve but i cant sleep because my nose is like a waterfall but it's burning at the same time. Hopefully this sleep will do me good.

When I wake up I see the bright light of my alarm telling me that its currently 7:00 in the morning. That means I have half an hour left until one of the boys comes to wake me up. We have a few interviews this morning and then we have an afternoon off foe once so that we can explore the town. Then its soundcheck and the concert. I decide to have a shower as the steam often helps to clear my throat and my nose. On my way there I her the boys snores and sigh in relief. This means I can get through the shower without any questions. When I get out I hear footsteps from Liam's room so I pick up the pace a little and make it back to my room without being caught. Whilst I'm drying my hair the hot air aggravates my cold and I burst into a coughing fit. Luckily I manage to hide it from the other lads because the hairdryer was loud enough. 

When I reach the bottom of the stairs I can hear the other lads having breakfast. I can also smell the breakfast and I really don't want any, I don't really feel like it. I decide that I may as well sit around the table, otherwise it would look suspicious. I decline breakfast. The boys don't question it which is a huge relief. When we reach the car we all just make small talk as the first venue is only a few minutes from the venue. 

I make it through that one and the two after that but in this one we have to do a marshmallow challenge. I know there is no way I can back out of it so I just simply agree to the challenge and pray I don't have to cough or sneeze because it could end in me spitting them out everywhere and/or choking. I see the other boys have done it. Then its my go. I shut my eyes and prey for the best. Luckily I make it through but I end up in a coughing fit at the end. I just play it off cool and say I had a bit of marshmallow at the back of my throat. Everyone believed me but Zayn still looked concerned- I must have a chat with him to say that nothings wrong, even though it is. My throat is burning, I cant stop coughing (but I have to have to hide them) and my nose is like a river. I end up blowing it behind my back and playing it off as Hay-fever if they do see or hear me.

Once we finish the interview Paul takes us back to the apartment so that we can eat lunch then shop. Instead of eating with the other boys I go to bed. I'll only get around 20 minutes sleep but to be honest I want to feel better for the concert so that nothing happens. I really don't want to go shopping but I don't know how to tell the other boys. I soon drift into a dreamless sleep. 

When I wake up I'm being shaken by Zayn. I groan. I feel no better then I did when I fell asleep. 

"Haz, Has you gotta get up mate its time to go shopping. Louis has saved you a sandwich to eat in the car because you had no breakfast." Zayn says, his voice laced with concern and care at the same time.  I inwardly groan because its not that I don't want the food- I just cant taste it so its horrible to eat.However, at the same time I am absoulutly starving. I turn over and smile at Zayn but he just stares back. 

"I'm fine Zayn, honestly. Please stop looking so concerned. I will tell you if anything feels off. I just wanted a small sleep so I would be 100% at the concert and not sing like a dying cat." I say, feeling guilty for not telling him about it but knowing I won't be allowed to perform if I do tell them. I reach the bottom of the stairs and I see the other boys are waiting to go. I suddenly burst into a coughing fit. When I have eventually finished Louis hands me a glass of water and everyone is looking at me concerned. I assure them I'm fine as per usual but I can see that they don't believe me. Zayn is looking at me even more concerned now.