One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#29. His Sick and You Look After Him...

Louis: You woke up in the morning and Louis was asleep right next to you, which was unusual, he was always up before you on his days off, and today wasn’t his day off. You frowned not knowing whether to wake him or not. You decided not to just in case, plus he was adorable when he slept, and had been really tired lately. A few moments later you were getting dressed and heard Louis moaning, and coughing a little, “babe what’s wrong?” you ask sweetly as you sit beside him and feel his forehead. “I-I-I” *achoo* “I think I have come down with something” he mumbles miserably. “aww I’ll look after you, you have a temperature. I’ll make you some breakfast, an find you some medicine okay” you say as you kiss his cheek, “thanks luv” he manages to say, “is there anything else you would like?” “no thanks” he mumbles as he closes his eyes. You go downstairs and make him a nice breakfast and find some medicine to help him. You spent the whole day doing everything TI make him feel better and stayed by his side.

Harry: You woke up in the middle of the night, the bed was empty and you could hear Harry shuffling things in the bathroom. You got up and knocked on TE door? “Harry?” you softly say through the door, you didn’t get a response so opened the door. Harry was looking for something, he looked really pale, “hey what’s wrong?” you ask, as you walk to him shivering. He must have turned the heating off, you think to yourself. “where’s the pain relief?” he mumbles flatly, “here I’ll get it, what’s wrong?” you question as you lean up and find it. “I have a migraine” he groggily answers, “here it is, go lay back down, I’ll make you some tea” you whisper, and feel his forehead, “you have a temp, and you’re sweaty” you say, and he slightly smiles as you screw your nose up at the swear. “sorry” he cutely mumbles, “it’s okay, I’ll make some tea, hopefully it will make you feel a little better and help you sleep” you say and kiss his forehead. He slowly walks back to bed and lays down, you make him tea, and take care of him before he falls asleep.

Liam: you had just been woken by your little girl crying. You got up and put her back to sleep. When you come back into your room, you find Liam in the bathroom being sick. You didn’t say anything you knelt down beside him and tried to comfort him, you rubbed his back and dabbed a wet face washer on his forehead, which was burning up. “go back to bed sweetheart” he whispers, you refuse, “no I’ll look after you” you reply and continue looking after him. “I think I have the stomach flu, or something I don’t want you to catch it” “Li it’s okay, shhh” you whisper as you run your fingers through his hair and calm him down. You stayed with him until he dragged himself back to bed. You both layed together, every now and again you would continue to dab his hot forehead with a cooled washer, just to reduce his temperature.

Zayn: Zayn wasn’t one to complain much, you were watching Tv with your son and Zayn walked in. “hey Zayn” you say, “hi daddy” your son says an runs to Zayn. “hey” he says croakily, “babe you okay?” you question, “I’ll be fine my throat hurts” he says still croakily as he puts your son down and he runs off. “here sit and relax I’ll make you some soup” you order, and get straight to the kitchen to make soup. You handed him the soup along with some medicine, and placed a blanket over him. “thanks babe” he croakily whispers, “shh it’s okay, any time” you reply and sit next to him, keeping him compony as he got bored of watching kids shows as your son wanted to watch tv.

 Niall: you were in the kitchen cooking dinner when Niall came home, you had put cookies on the table knowing Niall had a long day. He walked through the door, “hi princess” he tiredly says dragging his feet, he quickly kisses your cheek, “hey Niall” you reply, and he by passes the dinner you were cooking, and the cookies and went straight upstairs. Niall ignoring any food mean something is wrong. You go upstairs and find him face down on the bed. “Niall are you okay?” you whisper as you carefully slide next to him. “Mmm I feel sick” he mumbles, “aw Nialler, when did this start?” “this morning when I got to the studio” he mumbles, “is anything else wrong?” “I am tired, my body aches, and my head hurts” he grumpily mumbles. “I’ll grab you some medicine okay” you quickly say before running downstairs to grab a few things. You come back up and hand him some medicine he wasn’t keen on taking it but you promised him it would make him better. He acted miserable, and you felt sorry for him. You layed next to him and watched movies until he fell asleep.