One Direction Sickfics part 2

Narry Harry sick

Niall and Harry walked back into our hotel after a very nice evening out. Niall had decided to take Harry out the night before his concert in New York City. They sat on the couch together and I cuddled into him.

       "Thanks for taking me out Nialler,"  Harry told him again.

       "Stop thanking me. I was happy to do it. You feeling good about your concert?" He asked.

       "Yeah it should be a good one. Glad you're going to be there."

      "I wouldn't miss it." Niall kissed Harry and Harry's heart swelled. His body was tired. He knew He needed to get a lot of sleep if he wanted to do his best tomorrow.

       "You ready to go to bed Ni?" He asked.

      "Not really tired yet. You can go ahead and go. I know you're tired. I'll come to be in a bit." He nodded starting to stand up. Harry kissed Nialls cheek before starting to head to bed.

      "Love you Ni," He told him.

       "Love you too Hazza. I'll be back in a bit." He nodded making his way back to bed. He laid down feel very tired before drifting off to sleep.

    When Harry woke next Niall was in bed with him. It was still dark outside so he knew it wasn't time to get up yet. He soon realized what had woke him up. His stomach cramped painfully and he groaned. He put his hand on his stomach rubbing it gently but that only seems to make it worse. He whimpered turning on his side and that definitely made it worse. He groaned again laying back on his back. Niall groaned rolling away from him. Harry didn't want to wake him so he got up making his way to the couch.

        He sat down holding his stomach as it ached and cramped painfully. He looked back at the bed wanting to wake niall be deciding against it. He finally glanced at the time seeing it was 3:00am. He sighed. He had this concert later and he was feeling terrible. This only added to him not wanting to wake niall. He knew if Niall found out he'd make him cancel. But he was in so much pain all he wanted was Niall to cuddle up with him.

      His stomach cramped and Harry wasn't sure if he needed to use the bathroom or throw up. Given the option he'd rather it be the first. So that's what he tried. He made his way into the bathroom and sat in the toilet. Pain shot through his stomach but he wasn't able to go. He sat there for a good while before finally giving up. He made his way back out and he saw light was just starting the peek through the curtains. His stomach rumbled and a cold chill washed over him.

        "No," he whimpered wrapping s protective arm around his tummy. He fought off the feeling until he thought he was ok. He gulped hard and made his way back to bed. He got in carefully trying not to wake Niall but that proved unsuccessful. Niall stretched and open his eyes.

        "Morning love," he smiled warmly.

       "Morning," Harry managed to squeak out. He cringed and the sound of his own voice. Niall's brow furrowed as he looked at Harry.

        "You alright love? You look at bit pale," Niall asked reaching to feel Harry's forehead. Before he could get to him Harry sat out quickly avoiding him making contact.

        "Yeah I'm alright. Just a bit nervous. Could you possibly get me some water Ni?" Harry asked thinking quickly.

      "Sure thing Haz." Niall stood out going to the kitchen to grab Harry some water. He didn't even want the water. His stomach had now settled into a constant state of nausea and he was becoming increasingly more worried about his. He brought his fist to his mouth letting a sickly burp escape quietly. He groaned not liking the ways his stomach felt afterwards. He put on a smile for Niall when he can't back with a bottle of water.