One Direction Sickfics

Louis sick- for larry_is_life98*extended

Liam did not look impressed when he came back into my room. Nostrils flaring and eyes burning hot he stood tall at the end of my bed.

"You have to get up Louis," he growled, "I've already told you twice."
"And I've told you twice, no. I'm on strike. I need a fucking break or I'm gonna fall apart," I stated stubbornly. Liam inhaled a deep breath, biting down hard on his lip as he tried to keep from screaming at me.
"You do this and the rest of us will get an earful of it too," he said in a low, controlled voice.
"Stay here with me then." I smiled toothily, rolling onto my back and fluffing up the pillow beside me, "come on now Lili, you know you want to!"
Liam clenched his fists. "Immature. . ." He muttered to himself as he slid through the door and left.

I grinned to myself and got comfortable, taking my phone off its charger. Liam had always been a bit of a tight ass, we didn't even have any concerts today. The only thing I was missing was a rehearsal and a radio interview. Not even important. I was tired and unmotivated but give me a day and I'd be back to loving every second of my job. All I needed was a day. Liam would just have to deal with it.

Harry chucked a shoe into the room as he strode by. It hit the wall right beside my head, "you're a lazy shit Louis Tomlinson!" He yelled. His voice lacked the hatred Liam's had but it was clear he wasn't happy with me either. Then Niall farted in my room and closed the door, making his opinion on the matter as crystal clear as the others.
I rolled my eyes, listening to him stomp away. And Liam said I was the immature one.

I heard the hotel door open and then slam shut and knew that I'd been left on my own. With a sigh and threw my phone to the other side of the bed and rubbed at my eyes tiredly. I had the entire place to myself, I could've done anything, but for some reason I was super keen to just go back to sleep. I wasn't even hungry.
I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I rolled back over, I was going back to sleep and there was no one or nothing that could stop me.

Alright, so maybe there was one thing.

The longer I stayed in bed, flipping around and trying to get comfortable, the more defined the weird pain in my head got. I couldn't remember if it had been there when I first woke up, or if it had only just started, but it wasn't nice and I couldn't sleep because of it.
In the end I gave up, sitting up straight and pushing my covers down to my knees. I was sweating a load and moving about just made my head hurt more. I couldn't believe my luck, the day I decide to stand up for myself and have a fun day I get a migraine.
Fuck the world. Just, fuck the whole thing.
All I wanted was to watch some netflix movies and eat shit food all day.
You know what?
Not even gonna let it stop me. I'm not weak.

I groaned loudly and expressively as I climbed out of bed. Nobody could hear me, so it didn't really matter. Despite all the sweating it was freezing now that I was out of bed so I trudged over to grab a thick pair of socks and a sweater from my suitcase, one hand pressed against my aching head.
One my way to the TV remote and the couch I stopped in the kitchen and loaded my pockets with all Liam's snacks, because he'd been particularly rude to me that morning. I even grabbed his healthy shit, just to spite him. With a bag or caramel popcorn swung over my shoulder I stumbled over to the couch and got myself situated with a couple of blankets, all my food surrounding me like a nest.
I snorted as my movie started and I remembered that the rest of the lads were holed up in some studio recording an interview. I felt kind of bad. Maybe I should've tried harder to get them to stay. I knew that I would've had more fun if they were here. Plus, Niall gave great scalp massages and right now, with my head pulsing like a friggin heart, that would be wonderful.
The movie finished quicker than any other movie I'd ever watched. I don't know, maybe I'd fallen asleep for a section. The food was all untouched still and I'd turned the Tv down to its dullest brightness with subtitles rather than sound.
The plan was to watch another but I was beginning to feel weird and I wasn't sure I wanted to after all. My neck was aching and stiff from the stupid couch so I went back to my bed instead and tried going back to sleep again.