We All Fall Down, a One Direction sickfic story

Chapter two, twin connection.

Harry groaned as Liam was walking him to the bathroom and Liam cursed himself silently for not bringing the bucket ."Shhh it's okay Haz, just let it out," Liam soothed as he rubbed the boys back.

Harry clamped his lips shut with a shake of his head, covering his mouth with his hands. He wasn't going to make another mess. TwelveYears was plenty old enough to control himself.

Sick rose in his throat and he flew off down the hall and into the bathroom, running past the door so quickly that it snapped back on its hinges and smacked against the wall with a crack. The sink was closer and he felt like he didn't have a lot of time so he paused there, moving his hands away so that his stomach could barrel from his lips and fill the cavity in the vanity.

His papa was right behind him, holding his waist up in case he fell or something. The contact was reassuring and Harry was glad that his papa was there.

"That's it, you did well kiddo. Is that a bit better?" Liam asked softly, gently tugging Harry's damp curls out of his face. Still holding onto his small body with one arm he reached the other over and flipped the shower on.

Harry just shook his head.

"You still feeling sick bud?" Liam asked.

Harry shrugged.

Liam rubbed his back and sat the poor boy in front of the toilet just in case while he ran the bath.
Zayn knocked on the bathroom door, bringing a glass of water.

Liam shot him a thankful smile as he shimmied past and handed the glass very carefully to Harry. The bath was almost full. The process was a lot faster thanks to the water streaming in from the shower head and the tap

Zayn went and turned the taps off.

"Are you ready to hop in Haz?" Liam asked.

Harry just shrugged again silently.

"Come on then."

Zayn helped lift him up onto his feet and gave his shoulder to hold onto while Harry began peeling off his clothes slowly.
Liam had to help with his shirt but apart from that he got it done on his own.
Harry's fever had gone up and now without clothes on he couldn't stop shivering.

Harry groaned in pain. He really didn't feel good. His tummy hurt so much, thankfully not pukey anymore but hurt and it was cramping so badly.

"Let's get you out before you freeze." Zayn reached into the bath and pulled the plug, gratefully taking the towel Liam was holding out for him and wrapping it around Harry's shoulders as he shakily stood, teeth chattering together and arms holding his stomach.

It took both Liam and Zayn to help Harry lift his legs high enough to step out of the bath.

Harry was feeling so weak. His dad's wrapped him in a towel and had to help dry him.
Liam noticed that Harry's stomach looked more swollen than normal.

Harry saw his papas eyes lingering on his mid section. He tiredly glanced down and saw the slight bloated look he was wearing. He sighed and sniffled.

"Can I go to b-bed?"

"Course you can Love." Liam smiled softly. He herded Harry out into the hall carefully, keeping close in case he stumbled.
Harry leaned his weight on his dad's.

They helped him into his bed, asking him if he wanted any medicine before going to sleep. A bucket was placed by his bed.

"How long do these things last Li?" Zayn asked quietly.

"Knowing what Harry's like it'll probably stretch on for most of the week," Liam replied with a grimace. He knew how tough it was going to be on the kid.