Zayn's P.O.V.
I woke up to Harry's all too familiar loud sneezes. I groaned as I sat up and threw a pillow at Harry.
"Shut up", I whisper yelled.
"I'm sick", he whisper yelled back.
I groaned and then got up, heading to the bathroom of the tour bus. I had to grip the walls for support because I cold barely see and I sniffled angrily at the stuffiness of my nose. Stupid morning stuffiness. I rubbed my eyes and tried to look for some pills that would make Haz feel better. I tried grabbing a pill bottle to look at it, but instead I knocked over a bunch of pill bottles.
"Hey", I heard Paul groan tiredly.
"Sorry Paul", I apologized when he was in view.
"What are you doing up so early?"
"Haz keeps sneezing so I can't sleep. I think he's got a cold."
"You don't look so hot yourself", he put his hand up to my head, "No fever though."
"I'm not sick Paul", I chuckled and then started coughing, "Just...morning...shit."
"Then why are you coughing?"
I shrugged.
"Go lie down Zayn", Paul said, "I will look after you and Harry."
I nodded, not in the mood to argue about my health. I went to my bunk and layed down.
"Haz I'm sick too", I pouted, "Paul is bringing us meds."
Harry felt the need to laugh at my health.
"Stop laughing it's not fun-", I was cut off by Harry's loud sneeze.
"Bless-", I was cut off again, but by my own sneeze.
Paul came in with two bottles of water, "Take these."
He handed me two pills and a bottle of water. He gave Harry two pills and water also.
"Now go back to sleep, no need to wake anyone else up and you guys have a concert tonight."
I nodded and snuggled up to my pillow, falling asleep.
Paul's P.O.V.
Once they were asleep, I went back to my own room. I closed my eyes and started to fall asleep before I heard coughing. I got up and went to the bathroom, eyes still halfway closed from lack of sleep.
"Harry I told you to go back to sleep", I groaned.
My eyes shot open once I realized that Liam was on the floor in front of the toilet, vomiting his guts up.
"Liam", I sighed.
I got on my knees and rubbed the poor boy's back as he vomited violently. I felt my eyes close again until another round of Liam's sick woke me. I sleepily rubbed his back more.
"Paul I'm fine", Liam finally managed to say, "You can go back to bed."
"You are throwing up Liam", I sighed, "You aren't fine."
Liam sobbed, another round of sick shooting up his throat and splashing into the toilet.
"It's ok Liam", I soothed.
Zayn's P.O.V.
I woke up to hear groaning and movement of blankets. I pushed myself up and out of my bunk. I walked over to Harry's bunk and pulled the curtain to the side. Wasn't Harry. I went over and did the same to Louis. Wasn't Louis. I went over to Niall's to see him sweating. His nose was pink and so were his eyelids. He laid still for a while and then started moving around again.
