One Direction Sickfics

Harry sick- for BronwenSchofield

Harry gulped and laid a hand on his uneasy belly. It leapt under his palm and he locked his lips shut as he ever so slowly used his shaking arms to push himself into a hunched sitting position.

"Li, I think I'm gonna throw up again," he hurried past the lump in his throat. He shivered as Liam peeled away the duvet and gently moved his legs over the side of the bed.

"Can you make it to the bathroom?" Liam asked calmly, staring at Harry intently with a pair of soft and worrisome brown eyes.

"No. . ." Harry moaned, cupping his mouth in case the contents of his stomach came up without any warning. He'd already spread his nasty stomach flu germs all over the hotel room, he'd rather not leave a disgusting stain on the carpet as well.

Liam let go of Harry's shoulder to rush for a bowl and Harry slumped pitifully. It had been a long 24 hours of this vomiting business and his body had already weakened to a state where sitting or standing made his knees shake and his head drop.

He gagged into his hand and cried out for Liam to hurry, straining against the pressure in his stomach.

"Here, sorry, let it out," Liam said, sitting down beside Harry and holding the bowl he'd found under his chin. Harry moved his hand away and blinked hard, his stomach convulsing as is some invisible grip was continuously squeezing at it. He heaved and threw up, gasping for breath.

He whimpered and held his aching tummy muscles, "ow. . ."

Grumbling and moaning away, harry's stomach lurched and he threw up once more, mostly just bile and water this time. He panted and leaned his side onto Liam's, wiping his damp lips.

"All right?" Liam dabbed at Harry's forehead with a cool cloth and pulled the pieces of hair that had stuck to his sticky skin away.

Harry hummed and nodded tiredly, "yeah, that's all I've got left."

"Try and drink some more," Liam said, wincing in sympathy as Harry burped into his fist and his complexion turned green again for a moment.

Harry moved his hand away and swallowed, taking the bottle Liam was holding out for him. He spat the first two sips out into the bowl and then managed to get a few inches down before crawling back under his covers and burying his pounding head under his pillow.

"What time is it?" Harry croaked, hoping he wouldn't have to repeat it because of how muffled his voice was by the pillow.

"Just past eight," Liam replied. The duvet covered the one of Harry's feet that had been sticking out.

"I'm not going to be able to go to the photo shoot Li," Harry whimpered sadly. Yesterday they'd had a short conversation about their plans for the day and how Harry being ill would effect them but everyone had mostly figured he'd be feeling better by now. That was most definitely not the case.

He'd been up all night throwing his guts up and even now when he felt as if there was nothing else to possibly get up he was still vomiting. Crap was the perfect word to describe how he was feeling. There was no way he was going to be able to last a day out strutting around and pretending he was okay in front of an army of cameras.

"I don't think so Haz, don't worry about that though. It's not a big deal." Liam rubbed Harry's leg, the covers separating the contact.

"I'm gonna go over at let Niall and Lou what's going on, and then I'll call management and let them know we're not going to make it to the shoot. "

Harry lifted his head slightly, causing the pillow to fall off, "we?"

Liam smiled at him, "we can't leave you here on your own when you're this poorly Hazza, and I doubt they're going to want to do a photo shoot without you."