1D sickfics

He gets sick on tour: Zayn

Zayn's p.o.v.

"Uunngg," I moaned as I woke up to my head pounding.

"Zayn shut up," Louis said.

"Fuuuck," Niall cursed.

"Wake me up why don't you," Harry groaned.

"Everybody just shut up," Liam tried to stop us from bickering.

I sighed, burrowing further into my sheets, feeling way colder than I should considering it always got really hot in the bunks at night.

"Okay guys we have to get up now," Liam said, sighing.

"Fucking early as shit," Niall muttered under his breath.

Harry slid out of his bunk and started getting dressed. Louis followed suit. Then Niall, with more cursing.

I saw Liam standing over me out of the corner of my eye, hands on his hips.

"Zayn we seriously have to get up," he said sternly.

"I'm up I'm up," I muttered, sitting up.

Then the room started to spin and I moaned, my head falling forewords into my hands.

"Okay look, I know it's early Zayn, but everyone else gets up fine and I'm tired of having to tell you four times," Liam was getting angry.

"I'm sorry," I whimpered, his loud voice worsening my headache, bringing tears to my eyes.

He sighed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled- woah," he abruptly stopped after putting his hand on my bare back.

"Zayn look at me for a sec," he said. I sat up and turned to face him. He put his palm on my forehead and frowned.

"You're warm," he said.

"Like hell! It's fucking freezing in here," I whined.

"I think you have a fever," he said, frowning again.

"Well isn't that just wonderful," I muttered. "God Liam I don't feel good."

"C'mon out to the couch and you can watch t.v. while we get ready," he said holding out a hand and helping me off the bed.

I walked shakily to the couch and laid down, shielding my eyes from the light with my arm.

"How come he gets to lay down?" Niall asked indignantly.

"He's sick Niall shush," Liam said protectively.

"Oh please," Niall scoffed.

"He has a fever Niall be nice," Liam scolded him.

"Oh. Sorry Z, hope you feel better," Niall said apologetically. Harry and Louis both muttered something of the sort.

Over the next 20 minutes it took the boys to get ready, I felt 10x worse.

I was shivering, drenched in sweat, my head pounding, my stomach churning, the room spinning.

Liam crouched down in front of me just before we needed to leave.

"Sit up for me Z," he instructed. I pushed myself up on shaking arms, swaying dizzily, until Liam grabbed my shoulder. He held a cup up to my lips and tipped the medicine into my mouth. He then did the same with a glass of water to wash the medicine down.

"Okay, well we have to leave, so either you can walk into the studio with us, or stay here by yourself," Liam said.

"I'll stay here," I said quietly.

"Okay. There is more medicine and water on this table here and theirs blankets behind the couch and here's the t.v. remote and someone will come back to check on you at lunch," he said.

"Okay. Thank you," I said, forcing a small smile. Liam smiled back as he helped me lay down again. "Feel better," he said before he walked away and I heard the bus door shut.

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Harry came back to check on him at lunch and he was feeling a lot better, but wasn't 100% until that evening when all the boys got home.