One Direction Imagines and Preferences

He gets food poisoning

Harry:

You stuck the spare key that Liam had given you into the door, walking into the seemingly empty hotel room. “Harry?” You call out softly, frowning in confusion when you get no reply. Liam had said that he would be here, so you place your things at the door and walk further into the room. You check everywhere and once you get to the bedroom door you knock softly. “Harry?” I say quietly, not expecting an answer but receiving a low and painful groan. You twist the knob and enter the bedroom, shocked to see your boyfriend curled into a ball in the center of the bed. “(Y/N)?” Harry whisper, attempting to turn his head my way but groaning in pain at the sudden movement. “Oh Haz,” you whisper and walk toward your curly guarded boyfriend, softly sitting beside him and gently caressing his forehead. “What’s wrong baby?” He sniffs and looks up at you slowly, you take a mental note of the fact that he is death pale and that his eyes are red. “Food poisoning,”he croaks out, causing you to sigh sympathetically. This was going to be a long few days.

Liam:

3:09 am. 3 freaking 09 am! Is the time that the clock reads as you wake up to the sound of heaving in the bathroom. You glance over to the other side of the bed and see that Liam is not in his spot beside you. You groan and slip out of bed, trudging slowly to the bathroom door, a frown on your face. You knock softly on the door, “Liam, are you okay in there?” You say gently through the hard wood door that’s separating you from your fiancé. You hear him clear his throat before replying, ” Yea baby, I’m fine, I think that it the food that I ate last night” he says and continue what he was doing. You sigh and twist the door knob and pout when establishing that it’s locked, so you walk into kitchen and grab some ginger ale, crackers a nd some aspirin. Returning to the room and placing it on Liam’s dress from his side of the bed. Along with an empty trash can, before laying back down and closing you eyes.

Louis:

Your hand tenderly strokes the hairs off of Louis’ sweaty forehead, while his head lays in your lap. He had been complaining about his stomach hurting since the plane ride and now you two are in the limo on the to the hotel. “Mate, you don’t look so good” Harry points out causing the other boys to nod in agreement. Louis groans softly and bite his lip, his arms wrapping tighter around his stomach, he then shoots up Rom your lap, startling you slightly. “Driver! Pull over!” He shouts through the open partition, causing the driver to instantly pull over onto the side of the road. Louis gets up and quickly exits the limo, leaning over and spilling his meal out onto the grass. You sigh and exit the car too, rushing to his side to comfort him. You hand slowly rubs circles into his back while he empties his stomach completely. After he is finished, he spit and stands up strait, trying to get his breathing back to normal. You smile sympathetically up at him and lead him back into the Vehical, Liam handing him a water bottle as soon as he is seated. “We’re almost there, baby. Hold on.” You whisper softly into his ear, causing him to smile thankfully at you and lean his head on your shoulder. He doesn’t say anything, but you don’t need words to know just how much he loves you.

Niall:

You shiver slightly as you don’t feel the warmth of you Irish boyfriends chest against you back. Your eyes crack open slightly and you shift onto your other side to face his side of the bed to see that it’s empty. Frowning, you slowly slide out of bed and wrap a blanket around your small frame, trudging out of your room into the hall way, and see that the tv is on. You walk filling into the living room and see that Niall is wide away watching the tv with a small trash can beside him. “Ni?” You whisper, causing his head to snap toward you. “Hey Beautiful,” he says groggily, and you gasp at his appearance. Dark circles lined the bottom of his eyes, and his skin was paler than usual. “Niall… why are you up,” you ask walking closer to where he is seated. “I wasn’t feeling to well, and I didn’t wanna wake you so I came out here for a while,” he says causing you to smile and lean down to kiss his cheek. “Come to bed so I can take care of you,” you say, fully awake now and g r an his hands softly, causing him to smile brightly. You lead him back to the bedroom where you spent the rest of the night and the next day taking care of him.

Zayn:

When you two left the restaurant, you could instantly tell that something wasn’t right with Zayn. He was quieter than usual and he looked deathly pale, he even asked you to drive uhome, but I didn’t object seeing his state. As we drove home, Zayn cleaned his head against the window the whole time, with his eyes closed tight. “Z… Are you okay?” You finally asked, he opens his eyes slightly and nods stiffly. “I don’t know,” he whisper, “my stomach doesn’t feel to well.” He croaks and slams his eyes shut once again in. You bite your lip and watch his expression out if the corner of your eyes, seeing that he is close to blowing chucks all the inside of the car. Within minutes you two are back home safely, and instantly Zayn takes the little bit of strength he has and rushes to the front door, unlocking it and bolting to the bathroom. You quickly rush in after him and rub circles onto his back while his whole meal is exposed to you. “Babe, you don’t have to be in here if you can’t take it,” He says in between pant, noticing your gags that you’ve tried to hold in. “N-no, I’m fine.”