Roadtrip Oneshots

Randy, Ill

Rye

The second I woke I knew something was wrong.

Firstly, it wasn't my alarm that had woken me.

Secondly, it was still dark, and with a quick glance at my phone I could see that it had just gone 3:00AM; far too early for me to be up.

Thirdly, the flat was oddly silent... Well... Apart from Harvey's quiet breathing as he slept.

I sat up quietly, not wanting to wake him up, still confused as to what had woken me. I rubbed my eyes, holding my breath, listening...

Maybe it had been one of the boys turning over in their sleep? I thought tiredly.

A couple minutes later, still nothing.

I debated waiting any longer, my heart beating slightly faster than normal.

Then I heard the heavy breathing, a single whimper, and the sound of vomit hitting the toilet.

Crap.

As quietly as I could I jumped up from my bed and entered the hallway, noting that the light was off.
It wasn't Harvey, clearly, and Jack and Brooks door was still shut.
That meant it was Mikey or Andy.
I felt my heart jump.

I knocked on the door.

"Can I come in?" I whispered, tilting my head to the side.

I heard a stifled sob from the other side of the door. "No, Rye... I don't want you to see me like this." A voice whispered back.

My heart stopped. Andy.

"Andy please, I just want to help." I replied quietly, hand resting on the door handle, cringing slightly when I heard him throw up a few more times.

"Andy?" A whimper was all that I heard.

"I'm coming in." I warned, slowly turning the handle and entering the bathroom.

The light was off, but I couldn't miss Andy's silhouetted back, a sheen of sweat coating it, head hunched over the bowl. My heart wrenched at the sight of him. He'd been fine earlier... Well, he had gone to bed earlier than normal...

After shutting the door I rushed to his side and fell to my knees, not caring about the smell. I rubbed his back in slow, soothing circles, and brushed his hair back from his forehead. I pressed my lips to his neck, feeling his whole body quivering beneath me.

"Why's the light off?" I mumbled into his neck, ignoring the cold sweat that covered him.

"Head hurts." He whispered hoarsely, leaning into me slightly.

"Aww babe why didn't you say anything earlier?" I said quietly, pulling him into my chest, but keeping his head within reach of the toilet.

"Thought I could sleep it off." He sighed.

He abruptly shoved me off of him as he vomitted again, and even in the darkness I could see his whole body shaking. I frowned.

"Are you cold?"

He whimpered in response, and then threw up again.

"Right, I'm going to get you a blanket Andy." I kissed the top of his head, bit a so turned away he gripped my wrist tightly, almost like it was caught in a vice.

"No, no... S-stay." He stumbled over the words, and my heart melted instantly.

"Andy, you're freezing." I tried to reason with him.

"Don't care." He turned to face me slightly, and my face dropped as I saw the tears staining his cheeks.

"Oh Andy, babe..."