1D sickfics

He gets carsick: Harry

He gets carsick: Harry

Harry's p.o.v.

"Baaabe," I whined.

"What Harry?" she sounded annoyed.

"How long till we get there?" I asked.

"About two hours Harry," she said impatiently.

Two hours! Damn, I could make it two hours. We were on our way to L.A to meet up with Louis and I was majorly carsick right now.

I didn't want to tell (y/n) because... well I'm not really sure, I just hate telling her that I don't feel good. I guess because I don't like being weak. I know I know, being sick doesn't make you weak. Bla Bla Bla.

"Harry?" she asked.

"Yeah," I answered weakly, swallowing hard as I felt my lunch working its way up my throat.

"Is everything alright?" she asked.

'Yes, I'm fine," I said, sighing. "How long now," I asked.

"God Harry if nothing's wrong then stop fucking being a pain in the ass," she yelled.

I flinched and curled away from her, towards the window, feeling even sicker.

Just as I knew I couldn't make it much longer, I felt the car come to a stop and looked up to see a gas station.

My stomach turned. Shit! I hopped out of the car and bent over, puking all over the parking lot.

"Harry!" She gasped.

Your p.o.v.

"Harry!" I gasped, running over to him.

"Mmm," he moaned, leaning back against me.

"Baby! Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" I asked.

"Carsick," he mumbled.

"Aw babes I didn't know you got carsick. But why didn't you tell me?" I asked again.

"Was going to but then you yelled at me," he pouted.

"Oh hun! Fuck I'm sorry. I really am, I shouldn't have yelled at you. Come on let's get you back to the car okay?"

I got him some water and some medicine and then we headed on our way. We got to Louis' with no further problems, however, Harry through up in Louis' bathroom as soon as we arrived.