Niall:
"Niall are you okay? You look pale, more than than usual." You asked worriedly as your boyfriend walked towards the front door. "I'm fine babe. My tummy hurts a little, but I have to go to work." He smiled kissing you on the forehead. "If you feel sick, you should just stay home." You said hugging him. "I'm fine, really, it's just a-" Before he could finish his sentence he ran to the bathroom, covering his mouth with his hand. You sighed and walked to the bathroom and rubbed his back as he threw up. "Right, I'll go make you some soup and lemon tea and you are going to stay home in bed today, Horan." You said sternly. "But-" "No but's Niall, work can wait a day or two. You're staying home and getting better." You said, kissing the nape of his neck.
Louis:
"What the hell did you eat last night?" You asked opening the bathroom door. "Burritos." He groaned. You walked over to him and sat on the floor next to him and started rubbing his back. "Are you going to puke again?" You asked worriedly. "No, I think I'm fin-" A gag cut his words off and suddenly he was leaning over the toilet and throwing up again. You just stayed next to him, rubbing his back until he had finished. "Poor baby. Do you want me to do anything? Make you some tea, soup or anything like that?" You asked, getting up to help him to bed. "Some tea and a cuddle would be brilliant." He sighed, leaning his head back onto the head board. "Right, give me a minute and I'll be back." You smiled sympathetically, kissing his cheek softly.
Liam:
"Oh my god I'm going to die!" Liam yelled dramatically as he clenched his stomach in pain. He woke up a little ill and hasn't got out of bed the whole day. "You're not going to die, Li. It's just a small stomach ache." You chuckled. "Small? I feels like there is a gorilla inside me tearing my insides to shreds!" He moaned in pain. "Yes Liam, I know that feeling as I get it monthly on a regular basis." You rolled your eyes. "Now, will you shut up if I go make you some tea?" You asked. "Yes. Thank you baby!" Liam smiled. "Whatever." You giggled, walking out of the room to make some tea for your 'sick' boyfriend.
Zayn:
You finished getting ready and kissed your boyfriend's forehead, trying not to wake him. "Bye." You whispered. "Where are you going?" Zayn whimpered, grabbing your wrist. He was ill with a terrible stomach ache and had to rest in bed. Sadly, you had to go to work and couldn't take care of him. "I have to go to work." "But I'm sick! You have to stay and cuddle with me!" He complained. "I'm really sorry Z, but I have to go. So could you please let me go?" You asked. "No!" He protested, tightening his grip. "Stay with me? Please?" "Zayn, you know I would if I could, but I can't. Now let me go." "Please!" he begged. "Fine. You win. I'll stay." You sighed. "I'll just go call work and say that I'm sick, then I'll come and cuddle." You smiled. "Thanks babe." Zayn said with a smirk plastered onto his face.
Harry:
"Kitten, it's okay, you don't have to do that. It's just a small stomach ache. I can do it myself." "Harry, it's fine. I like taking care of you." You said, placing the soup on the table in front of him. "Now eat it. It's good for you and should help you get better." You smiled. "Thank you." He said grabbing the spoon. "Good, now when you finish that you can either spend the rest of the day in bed or on the couch watching movies and eating crackers." You smiled. "Kitten, I really don't want you to ruin your day just by looking after me." He said. "Harry, you're not going to ruin my day. Like I already told you, I want to take care of you." You said, grabbing his hand over the table and smiling at him. "I love you." He whispered smiling too.
