1D One Shots/Sickfics

Louis Upset Stomach

Warning for somewhat gross description of diarrhea. 

Liam knocked on Louis' bedroom door. "You up? Breakfast in ten." He only got a mumble in response, so he decided to go in to make sure Louis was awake. He found his older bandmate still in bed, looking half asleep. "Lou? Are you awake?"

Louis groaned and sat up, a pained expression crossing his face.

"Are you alright?" Liam asked, slightly confused.

"Yeah, I think so," Louis responded uncertainly, rubbing his belly a bit. He could feel it churning unhappily.

He didn't look quite alright, so Liam persisted. "Something bothering you?"

"My stomach's just feeling kinda off," Louis admitted hesitantly.

"Are you ill?" Liam instantly got worried whenever any of them mentioned anything about not feeling perfectly healthy.

"Dunno, it just doesn't feel right." Louis couldn't describe what was wrong, he just knew there was something.

"If it's not too bad, why don't you try getting up and maybe it will feel better?" Liam left the room, heading back down to the kitchen where Harry was frying eggs and bacon. "Don't make any for Louis, he's got a bit of an upset stomach."

"Did he tell you he didn't want any?" Unless he was really sick, Louis rarely refused food.

"No, not exactly, but I just don't think it would be good for him."

"Why don't we just ask him what he wants?"

Just then, Louis wandered into the kitchen, casually dressed in sweats and a large hoodie, but looking much more awake than he had when Liam left his bedroom.

"Do you want breakfast, Lou?" Niall asked. "Liam here seems to think you shouldn't eat anything, but Harry doesn't agree."

"Mmm...maybe just some toast?" Louis said hesitantly. He was hungry, but he wasn't sure putting anything too heavy in his stomach would be a good idea.

"See, I told you not to make any," Liam said to Harry jokingly.

"Yeah, yeah, put some bread in the toaster and make yourself useful, would you?" Harry responded in a light tone.

Louis sat down at the table, arms around his stomach as he watched the other three finish getting the food on the table. As they ate, they laughed and talked, enjoying each other's company as usual. Louis was maybe a bit quieter than usual, but still an active part in the conversation. He had no issue finishing his toast, and even ate a couple bites of egg off the others' plates, though not much as he knew that would be a bad idea.

After breakfast was finished and cleaned up, the four lads got ready for the day, as they had to leave by 10 in order to get to a writing session 2 hours away by noon. No one really knew why it was so far away (Except the author. The author knew it was far away because she wanted them to have a long drive and didn't have a better explanation for why they were driving), but they didn't question it. As Louis was in his bathroom attempting to do something half-decent with his hair, there came a knock on his door.

"Come in," he called, not feeling like going over to open it. He was half dressed, shirtless, but that didn't matter at all. It wasn't unusual for them to see each other less than fully clothed.

Niall wandered into the bathroom, pausing in the doorway and watching Louis for a moment.

"Do you need something?" the older lad inquired, confused.