1D sickfics

Ziam: Sick Liam

Ziam where Liam is sick but tries to hide it and goes to work, but Zayn notices something is wrong and takes care of him.

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I woke up in the middle of the night, to that ringing you get in your ears... Except it was different somehow, like it was lower or something.

Then I felt my stomach turn. "Shit," I whispered under my breath, bolting to the bathroom.

I dropped down on my knees and threw up my dinner. Once I was finished, I grabbed a towel from under the sink, and laid down on the floor, using it as a pillow.

I felt a year slip down my cheek as my stomach churned uncomfortably.

I must have fallen asleep though, because the next time I opened my eyes, there was a bit of light coming through the bathroom window.

I looked at the clock. It was almost 7 a.m., meaning that Zayn wasn't up. I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, where I began making a cup of coffee for Zayn and I. We didn't usually eat breakfast.

By the time Zayn came down, I'd already finished most of my coffee, although my stomach was starting to reject it some.

"Hey!" I said as perkily as I could manage.

"Hey, babe you okay? You look kind of pale," he said, looking concerned.

"I didn't sleep very well last night is all," I said. I hated Zayn knowing when I was ill. He was always so tough, and it embarrassed me to no end to seem weak in front of him.

"Okay," he said suspiciously, taking the other cup of coffee off of the counter and sipping it slowly.

"Well," I said, rinsing my cup out in the sink. "I'm going to get dressed and then we can head out," I told Zayn, already starting up the stairs. Zayn nodded tiredly... he wasn't a morning person.

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A few minutes later, we arrived at the studio. We walked straight into the booth, grabbed our mics, and waited for instructions.

"Okay boys, we're recording Little White Lies today," Our manager said. "Umm, Harry you first," he said.

Harry recorded his parts, then Niall, then Louis. I'd had a few harmonies to do, but nothing major.

"Okay guys take five," somebody said from the booth. We didn't hesitate to file into the lounge area.

I sat down heavily, next to Zayn. He grabbed my hand in his, stroking it with his thumb.

"You've been quiet all day, is everything all right?" Zayn asked.

"I'm fine Z," I told him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, but before I could answer, we were called back into the studio.

Just my luck, Zayn went first. My stomach started cramping and making gross sloshing noises. I resisted the urge to rub it. I kept feeling sicker and sicker.

Finally it was my turn to record. I stepped up to my mic as the music started.

"You say it's getting late, it's getting late an you don't know if you can-" I felt my coffee rising in my throat. "I can't," I said as I rushed out of the room, Zayn following close behind.

I ran to the nearest trash can and poured my guts out, Zayn's hand never leaving my shoulder.

"I knew something was wrong... Come on, let's get you home," Zayn said gently, leading me out towards the car. Suddenly, I wished I'd just told him this morning...