One Direction Sickfics

Niall and Harry sick

This will be a second part to the most recent request for masteroftimeandbooks. All credit for the idea to WolfeyWheeler, you rock, thanks, and also specially for 10Rosa10 who asked to see something with Niall. So, here we go!

I didn't expect to find Niall out on the couch and eight a clock in the morning, not when he had a perfectly good bed in the room he shared with Harry. Actually that could be why he was out here, Harry probably wasn't the easiest room mate to have last night.

After taking a couple more steps towards Niall, so that I could see over the arm of the couch, my theory didn't seem very likely. The sick bowl on the ground was the last thing I noticed but I had come to that conclusion long before noticing it. Poor Niall was totally washed out, much paler than usual. He was all tucked in on himself, like a baby bird, and he was dressed up in what had to the warmest clothes he had. Sweats and hoodies weren't a very common sight in the summer time, especially from Niall who didn't usually feel the cold at all.

I shouldn't wake him. He must've been up at some point last night setting himself up out here and he probably needed all the sleep he could get. I figured he'd just a tough time handling his alcohol, he'd hopefully be better off than Harry was sure to be.

As quietly as I could I arranged myself something to eat and sat down at the bench, glancing back to see if Niall had stirred. He was still fast asleep, unmoved from when I had seen him before.

On my phone I checked the schedule for today and was pleasantly surprised to see that except for an optional appearance we were supposed to make at a restaurant down town we had the day off. Anything that was optional was usually written off unless it was for charity but it Niall and Harry were alright later on I definitely wouldn't mind grabbing some food.

A soft whine distracted me from my phone and I span on my seat to see Niall slowly sitting up, one hand on his head.

"Hungover Mate?"

Niall just about jumped a foot into the air, eyes bulging at me. Hand over chest he gulped hard and shook his head, "Liam?"

"Didn't mean to scare ya," I said apologetically, dropping another mouthful of cornflakes into my mouth.

Niall groaned and lowered his head down into his hands. "I only had a few drinks last night, but I feel bloody awful. . ."

He was right, now that I actually thought about it he really hadn't had a lot to drink. I frowned and slid over my chair, wandering over to see if I could work it out.

"Maybe I'm coming down with something," Niall murmured, rubbing his eyes. He gave a high pitched moan and I paused as his eyes shot towards the empty bowl beside his feet. The hand on his stomach fisted and he leaned over to rest against me as I sat by him on the couch.

With his body touching mine, he was close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating from him.

"I think you may be right," I sighed, feeling bad for him. I couldn't even take a guess at where he'd caught something, we'd been everywhere in the past week. It had been busy.

I nudged the bowl with my foot questioningly, "were you sick last night?"

Niall shook his head from left to right slowly, "thought I was going to be, I sat in front of the toilet for like half an hour."

"You should've come and got me, or someone," I said, frowning. I didn't like the thought that Niall had been alone in the bathroom for so long, miserable, while the rest of us slept like babies.

He just shrugged, "didn't wanna wake anyone. And I didn't end up throwing up. Came back out and uh, grabbed, I grabbed a bowl."

No sooner had he finished speaking that his face gained a greenish tinge to it. He sat up and away from me with a brisk shake of his head, "don' feel g-good."