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He gets carsick: Louis

He gets carsick: Louis

Your p.o.v.

I was so excited I couldn't focus on anything. I was going on your with my boyfriend, Louis, and all his band mates this summer. Today was the big day. In fact, the boys were on their way from London to pick me up right now!

I had been rushing around, doing my last minute packing, but had run out of things to do, and was now bored out of my mind in my excitement for the boys to get here. I glanced up at the clock. I still had two whole hours.

Louis' p.o.v.

I knew this was going to happen. As a kid, I hated car rides. I always got very carsick. As I got older, I mostly grew out of it. If I was driving, or riding shotgun, I was fine... except on winding roads, but I was pretty much okay. well, then we started touring, and basically it came back.

Our first tour was absolutely miserable. I was sick the entire time we were on the bus, which was a lot, and I hardly got any sleep. Since then, I've kind of adjusted to the motion of the bus and have mostly been okay.

Especially when we go on world tours, because then we take more planes. Planes don't make me sick at all. Poor Niall gets quite airsick however.

Anyways, judging by the lurch in my stomach every time we hit a bump, the carsickness had come back. Isn't that just great?

"Louis," Harry's deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He was sitting shotgun in the minivan we were taking to London, where we were picking up the your bus, and (y/n).

"Huh?" I Sid stupidly.

"I said are you alright?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine Hazza," I said, giving a fake smile. He nodded, although I could tell he didn't believe me, and turned back around to fave the front.

Zayn was driving, with Harry in shotgun as I said. Liam was in the middle, the other seat occupied by luggage. I was in the middle of the back, next to Niall. The third back seat was reserved for (y/n).

As we hit another bump, I had to swallow my breakfast. Sighing, I laid my head on Niall's shoulder.

"Mate you okay?" Niall asked softly.

"Mmm'" I moaned.

"I'll take that as a no?" He said, sighing.

"Don't feel good," I muttered.

"I wondered. Think your carsick?" he asked.

I nodded into his shoulder, sighing as he slid his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. Niall was good as that sort of thing.

"Haz," Niall said.

"Hmm?" Was the reply.

"Can you turn the A.C up a bit? Lou's feeling a bit carsick back here," Niall asked.

"Aww love, I knew something was wrong," Harry said, turning up the air.

"I want (y/n)," I whimpered pathetically.

"We'll be picking her up soon mate hang in there," Niall said softly

Niall's p.o.v.

After what felt like an eternity, we loaded onto the bus and pulled up in front of (y/n)'s house.

Louis was laying on my lap on the couch, tears in his blue eyes. he had been sick twice since we began the trip, poor lad, and would be very happy to see his girlfriend.

I heard a knock on the door, and watched as Harry opened the door to the bus.

"Hey Harry! Where's Lou?" she asked happily.

"Uh, he's feeling a bit under the weather at the moment..." Harry trailed off as they came to stand in front of us.

"Aww sweetie," she cooed, dropping down in front of Louis.

"He's carsick," I told her.

We traded spots, which Lou managed to sleep through, and hoped that he would feel better when he woke up in his girlfriends arms.