One Direction: Sick-Fics

(Larry?) Louis, Motion Sickness

"While One Direction is on tour and travelling on the bus Louis starts to experience motion sickness."

REQUESTED BY: - pastelslouis

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Louis Tomlinson's normal wasn't quite what it had used to be. His life had quickly become anything but ordinary - always being on the go with the band.

His days were generally simple enough: travelling, promo, rehearsals and concerts usually taking up all the time and space. It wasn't often that something would come about that stood in the way of the everyday routines that came with band life.

Today seemed different though. The band was on the tour bus, travelling towards the nights venue, when Louis found himself beginning to feel queasy. Sitting quietly, a lot calmer than usual, he sincerely hoped the band wouldn't notice the absence of his usual behaviour - vibrant and hyperactive, usually he had a real childlike flair surrounding himself.

The bus pulling to a stop at the venue, Louis sent a quick thank you out into the universe. It hadn't been easy keeping his shit together. Thankfully having feet back on solid ground seemed to leave him feeling so much better. With the absence of movement he was more than ready for the nights concert.

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The concert ending had all five boys piling back onto the bus. It being a travel night. Louis was dreading it, his stomach having protested the earlier travel. He had his fingers crossed that it had just been a one time thing.

Getting through the first hour left Louis hopeful, however falsely so. It wasn't long after that the first signs of motion sickness started to hit him: stomach rolling each time the bus turned, room feeling suffocatingly hot. He really wanted to go to bed, but he wasn't sure he would be able to make it to the bunk area with how dizzy trying to walk on the moving bus was making him feel.

Instead Louis just sat in silence, zoned out and not paying an ounce of attention to the lads as they bickered over what to play on the 'X-Box'. He was in discomfort, and just wanted someone to help him feel better.

Harry soon coming to sit next to him had him trying not to let out a moan as the bus harshly turned, yet, another corner.

"You alright?" Harry asked with a frown, it being evident that all was not right.

Louis shook his head with a whimper, leaning into the warm side of the younger lad, "I don't feel well."

"Motion sickness?" Harry asked, reflexively rubbing a warm, strong, hand over Louis' side.

"Maybe," Louis shivered, "felt sick on the bus earlier, before the concert."

"Oh, Lou." Harry pulled him closer into his side. He knew all about motion sickness, having suffered it a few times himself. "Just try and relax, yeah?"

Whimpering, Louis burrowed himself into Harry, taking comfort in no longer being alone.

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"Bit motion sick, Lou?" Niall asked sometime later, making his way over to the pair and sitting on the opposite side to Harry. Louis not giving off his usual vibes leaving him with a sense on unease.

Niall disturbing the distressed boy left Harry with a sudden desire to bit his head off. "Yeah, Niall! He is," Looking down, Harry frowned, Louis not doing any better than he had been previously.

"Need anything?" Niall asked, looking at Harry through sympathy filled eyes.

"Nah, I've got him."

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Louis' desire to throw up was just growing stronger and stronger when Liam sat near him, questioning to whether or not he was okay. "Lou, what's up?"

Louis made no effort to turn his head out from Harry's side as he answered, "Don' feel 'ell." The bus turning another corner left him gritting his teeth as he struggled to hold back a gag, "think gonna puke."

"Need a hand?" Liam stood in preparation, willing to help at a moments notice as always.

Harry shook his head, leading the smaller boy towards the small bathroom. Helping him to crouch before the toilet, Harry rubbed at Louis back; cringing at each gag that resulted in the reappearance of meagre stomach contents.

Finishing over the toilet, Louis leant against Harry; moaning at the bumps in the road that left him wanting to repeat the last several minutes.

"Want to try and sleep?" Harry asked, fingers brushing through sweaty hair.

Louis mostly wanted to stay in the safety of the bathroom, fearing the possibility of making a mess were he to take solitude in the comfort of a bed. "Can we stay here? Still feel sick."

"I've got you," Harry reassured him, "how 'bout I go grab a bucket and some medicine?"

With a slight nod Louis allowed Harry to help him up and into the bunk room, feeling more grateful that he was prepared to let on at the relief lying down brought him.

Harry returned only moments later with bucket, lying down above Louis in order to stay close if he was needed. It was likely going to be a long night for the eldest, but the others were sure to be there to help him through it.

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