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Alfie, Zoe and Joe - Sick in Thailand on Holiday pt 1

A/N: Finally back. Took a long hiatus because of school but holiday break should give me some time to write. This isn't Christmas themed but it is holiday/vacation themed, but regardless I hope you all are enjoying time off spent with family and friends! Plus, I hope you enjoy this one!

Alfie and Zoe had arrived two days prior in Puket, Thailand and were enjoying a nice romantic holiday. Joe was flying in from LA the next morning, and Caspar would be arriving the following day.

Alfie's POV:

"Zoe babe please wake up" I pleaded softly for the second time that night. I had been in and out of sleep, waking up shivering and sweating. My throat had been hurting all day yesterday, and now my stomach was twisting itself into panful knots over and over again.

Zoe still didn't stir, but I couldn't seem to go back to sleep. I groaned as I pulled my legs to my chest--my entire body was aching. I checked my phone--it was 3am so I had only been asleep for a few hours. I scrolled through instagram and twitter, and after 30 minutes or so finally found myself drifting off back to sleep...

Zoe POV:

I woke up suddenly and seemingly without cause. I began to turn over to snuggle up to Alfie only to find an empty spot beside me. I frowned, and my eyes darted to the only source of light in the dark room. There was a small stream of light coming from the bottom of the in suite bathroom door, as well as the muffled sounds of someone vomiting.

Half asleep, I looked at the time. It was almost 4 A.M. but with the jetlag it felt hours earlier. Without even thinking I found myself outside the bathroom. I knocked on the door and the heaving stopped.

"Alfie love, is that you in there?"

There was no response, so I tried the door. It was locked. I knocked again.

"Alfie, are you alright? Please open the door". The heaving started again, followed by the nauseating and always too familiar sound of liquid hitting water. I cringed away from the door, feeling my stomach flop. "Come on Zoe, get it together" I muttered to no one but my self, walking to grab a water bottle from the mini bar. Finally the vomiting stopped, and I walked back over to the door. . "Alfie love please open the door, it's just me. I brought you some water."

Finally I heard the toilet flush, and a minute later the door unlocked. I pale-faced Alfie greeted me, followed by the rancid smell of sweat and sick.

"Hi" Alfie choked out. "I think I'm ill". He promptly slunk to the floor, pulling the trashcan from underneath the sink next to him.

Even at his worst, Alfie Deyes still could manage a sense of humor. I couldn't help but smile, until I got a proper look at him. I nearly gasped; "Oh Alfie, you look awful" and he really did. He looked utterly deflated, sitting slumped against the wall. His face was pale sweaty and sallow, one eye was certainly bloodshot and his hair looked as if some forrest creature had secretly nested in it.

"Here, take some water" I said. Alfie went to grab it but stopped, putting a hand over his mouth and letting out a stifled gag. "Alfie are you going to be sick?" I got no response but Alfie grabbed the bin, leaning his head over it somewhat sheepishly. "Oh Alfie love" I said, squatting down in front of him and rubbing his shoulder lovingly. He loved her face into the bin and let out a painful retch, filling the bin with only stomach bile at this point. When he was done his throat burned in protest and he could barely speak.

I offered him the water bottle again, which he took with a shaky hand. He rinsed out his mouth and gingerly took a small swig, and I grabbed a tissue from the sink and handed it to him. "Do you need to puke more or are you ok?" Alfie merely blew his nose, staring off into space for a moment. "Alfie are you alright?" I asked more worriedly.