One Direction and Zayn Mailk Preferencesツ

He Hides the Fact He's Sick On Tour From You and Insults You

He Hides the Fact He's Sick On Tour From You and Insults You When You Try To Take Care of Him

"Oh y/n, thank goodness you’re here" Louis smiled as I ran to his arms, squeezing him while laughing.

I haven’t seen Louis in six months, and even though I wasn’t here for him, I was still extremely excited to see him. He was like a big brother to me, and not being able to see him was tough to go through.

“I don’t know how you’re able to do this, but thank you for picking me up from your tour bus” I smiled, releasing the hug as I fixed the strap to my luggage on my shoulder.

“No problem! We were right by here anyway” he smiled, rubbing my hair like I was a little kid.

I giggled, missing how close we were.

“How’s tour?” I asked, walking with him toward the back entrance of the airport. 

The night breeze made me shiver, hugging my coat closer to my body as I tried to keep warm.

“Good, but stressful. We’ve been replacing and taking care of Harry for weeks” he sighed.

I frowned. I hated knowing Harry wasn’t himself. It was awful. You don’t realize how much you miss who someone is until they aren’t themselves anymore.

“Well, I hope he doesn’t mind I’m here” I breathed out.

Harry hasn’t wanted the boys to know he has fallen terribly ill. I don’t know why, but apparently everytime Louis says he’s going to tell me, Harry freaks out and refuses. I didn’t know whether he was scared for me to see how badly it is, or he just didn’t want me to worry.

“Here we are. Just stay behind me and hide in the bathroom until I tell you to, okay?”.

I nodded before stepping into the tour bus. I was welcomed by Niall, Liam, and Zayn fighting about whether the recent football game was unfair or not.

“Oh Y/n’s h-“

“Shhh!” I shushed, pointing to the bunk room, reminding them that I was suprising Harry.

They all nodded, looking like a lightbulb just went off above their heads. Within seconds, they carried on to their arguments, making me giggle at how engulfed they were.

I shook my head, following Louis to the bunk room, tucking myself into the bathroom so that I was hidden from Harry.

“Harry, you feeling better?” Louis asked, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

Harry attempted to sit up, but failed quickley as his body was too weak to hold up his weight. Louis quickly stabled Harry up, making Harry rub his eyes with the sides of his hand. He was shirtless, making the sweat upon his skin look more evident.

“No” Harry answered, letting out a groan.

“Will this make it better?” Louis asked, turning towards me as he nodded his head.

I slowly walked into the room, my hands in my pokets as I never take my eyes off of Harry. His face turned hard as he watched me, dropping his hands against his lap angerly.

“I told you not to tell her, Louis” Harry snapped, sending him a harsh glare.

“I know, mate, but I had to. You’re terribly ill and she can help you”.

“No, she can’t. If anything she’s going to make it worse. She’s not going to give me any peace and quiet and she won’t leave me alone”.