One Direction Sickfics part 2

What a weekend this turned out to be

Another request I got. It started out really strong but I feel it kind of fell apart at the end. I don't know. You can be the judge. It's pretty long though so I hope you guys enjoy it.
         It was dark as I stumbled quickly to the bathroom. I was running into everything both because I couldn't see and the blinding nausea that had overtaken me. I collapsed to the floor getting the toilet lid up just in time to retch hard into it. My stomach ached as it heaved trying to purge me of all I had eaten the day before. I was chocking in between heaves just not having enough time to breath before gagging again. After a few minutes of suffering alone I heard someone else come in.

"Aww Lou," a soft voice whispered. He knelt down putting his hand on my back and I managed to look back long enough to see the sparking blue eyes of Niall watching me closely. I couldn't say anything to him before coughing up more sick. "You should've told someone you weren't feeling well," Niall cooed pushing the fringe out of my eyes. I coughed spitting the bile out of my mouth and took a few moments to catch my breath.

"I just started feeling this bad," I explained still gasping for air. Niall reached forward flushing the toilet for me so I wasn't looking at the mess anymore.

"Do you think you're done?" he asked. My stomach had not calmed down at all there was just a break in the vomiting. I shook my head sadly. Niall rubbed my back gently; he was always very sympathetic to illnesses.

"I feel so sick," I groaned holding my aching stomach.

"You'll feel better once this is over. You just need to get it over with," Niall reassured. I shuttered as my mouth started to fill with saliva.

"I'm gonna throw up again," I told Niall.

"Just get it out Lou, you're alright," he soothed. My stomach rolled sending what was left down there back up. Niall stayed right at my side until I was finished. A few more minutes of painful heaving pasted and my stomach relaxed. Niall patted my back before once again flushing the toilet again for me. "Done?" I just nodded. My body hurt and I just wanted to sleep. "I'll help you back to your room so you can rest. You're going to need it." He helped me to my feet and my legs shook underneath me and my head spun. I stumbled a little fearing I was going to fall back down again. "Whoa there," Niall muttered keeping me steady.

"Sorry, dizzy," I explained.

"Let me help you." He wrapped his arm around my waist supporting my weight. He lead me back to my room and got me into bed.

"Thanks Nialler," I sighed pulling my blankets up around me.

"Just glad I heard you tear down the hallway so I could help." I just nodded. "Get some sleep. Just yell for me if you need anything." Niall told me.

"Thank you Nialler." He patted my shoulder before leaving my room and shutting the door. He took a deep breath, shutting my eyes letting myself drift back to sleep.

(Niall's P.O.V.)

So Louis was clearly sick. What rotten luck. He would get sick over our weekend off. I'd have to tell the boys in the morning we were going to need a change of plans. We had played on going out this weekending. Maybe catching the footie game, having a few beers, but now I knew we wouldn't be going anywhere. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard footsteps in the hall and the bathroom door shut again. I sighed feeling back for poor Louis he must really not be feeling well. I didn't understand though why he didn't come get me again. I got up making my way back down to the hallway and listened at the door before going in. I could hear him gagging again so I opening the door going inside.

"Lou why didn't you get me up if you were going to throw up aga..." I stopped mid sentence. The boy who turned and looked at me was not Louis. "Liam," I sighed sadly going to him quickly. He was shaking and covered with sweat. "Li not you too," I sighed. He coughed and gagged over the bowl but nothing came up.