We All Fall Down, a One Direction sickfic story

Chapter four, three in a bed

Louis had messed himself in his sleep.
Harry had puked on the bed and rolled in it.

"Uh, Zayn?" Karen called for him as she began gently shaking Louis awake.
Louis groaned as Zayn's loud footsteps thumped down the hall.

"Yeah?" Zayn said quizzically as he poked his head around the door.

"They're both gonna need showers, Harry's been sick in his bed and Lou..." Karen replied. She hadn't realised just how poorly both her grand kids were and in the very least she was a bit shocked.

"Crap. Okay, can you help Louis wash up for me?"
"Course, go see if Harry's okay." Karen nodded with a reassuring smile.
"Thank you so much." Zayn whistled appreciatively as he rushed off to tend to his other twin.

"Hmm, what?" Louis moaned, swatting Karen's hand away.
"Hey Lou Lou, it's Nana," she whispered with a smile.
His eyes slid open a little, "hi..."
Louis coughed a bit and shifted, almost instantly realising what had happened. All of a sudden the towel didn't seem like such a bad idea.

He felt his bottom lip start to wobble and scolded himself, no, he could handle this.

"Aw I know sweetie, it's okay. I'm gonna help you into the shower to clean up okay? And I'll replace the towel for you too, it's alright," Karen promised, running her hand down Louis' warm cheek.
Louis took a deep breath and sat up, wincing as his stomach cramped up. He had a bit of a headache too, probably just from all the crying earlier.
"Come on then honey, you need to stand up for me." Karen took his hand and helped him out of the soiled bed. She tried to ignore it for now, she needed to make sure Louis was okay before she worried about something as simple as a bedspread.

Karen sat Louis on the toilet in case he still needed to go.
''Lou, you aren't well, don't be embarrassed. Do you want a tummy rub?" she asked. Louis nodded, Hua face going pink and the tips of his ears burning hot.

Meanwhile Zayn was with Harry and had gently woken him up with the bucket in reach as well.The kid immediately began coughing, spitting the foul taste from his mouth. "You got sick while you were sleeping bud, it 's alright" Zayn explained, not wanting him to freak out.
Harry coughed a couple more times and wriggled away from the sick in disgust. Zayn rubbed his son's back as he puked into the bucket.

Harry groaned, feeling awful. He just wanted it to stop. He wanted to stop feel like total crap and he wanted to stop spilling his guts like a fountain.

"How about a quick shower to wash up Hazza? I can fix your sheets while you're in there" Zayn suggested. He wasn't expecting Harry to put up any fight. Harry gulped over the bucket, blinking back tears as he nodded.

"Okay then buddy, come on, I'll help ya up."

Harry held the bucket to his chest as his dad steadied him. He wasn't sure if he'd need it again but it felt safer having it close.

Harry leaned against his dad as they walked to the bathroom. He really didn't feel good. However as he walked it wasn't the fact he felt sick that got him. Harry suddenly bent over, whining in pain as he got a really bad cramp.
"Hurts Love?" Zayn asked Harry knowingly. Harry let out a choked, 'yeah' and tried straightening back up. He got caught halfway before bending back down, all of his muscles clenched.

"I'll give you another tummy rub when we get to the bathroom H, just a little further," Zayn promised, leading Harry a few steps forward. He was beginning to look a whole lot less steady on his feet, Zayn noticed. His socks were dragging, legs trembling and every so often his hands would randomly shoot out as if to catch himself.

Zayn made sure had a good grip on Harry and was supporting him. Harry groaned in pain. They soon reached the bathroom.

Niall kept himself occupied downstairs watching TV. He missed his brothers and wanted to play but he knew they were both ill. If only they could both just miraculously get better they could come down and entertain him. It obviously wasn't going to happen, he could hear both of them complaining from where he sat.