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Camping sick: Niall

I'm so far behind on my requests guys oh my gosh. Just know that I am working on it. Sorry, I'm super busy. I've got a job and cross country practice and babysitting and chores and I just don't have a lot of time right now.

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Niall's p.o.v.

"Harry," I said quietly.

"Tell me later Ni, I can't hear over the grill," he said. He was grilling the hotdogs.

"Louis, I tried getting his attention.

"Go long," Liam yelled, sending Louis sprinting away from me.

"Liam," I sighed.

"Go short," Louis yelled, sending Liam sprinting toward Louis. Ugh.

"Zayn?" I asked, walking over to the tent that Zayn was sitting in.

"Hang on bud, I'm talking to Perrie," he told me.

"Fine," I huffed, stomping back out to the campground to sit on a log.

"Foods ready," Harry yelled, and everyone came running up to the grill.

"Slow down boys, Niall's first," Harry grinned.

"Go ahead," I said quietly.

"What?" Louis yelled, making my head spin.

"I said go ahead," I told him, louder this time.

"Oh. Alright," Louis said, eyeing me for a moment before turning back to Harry and getting some food.

I stared down at my shoes, making patterns in the dirt while the other boys talked and laughed.

My stomach gurgled uncomfortably and I put my hand on it, rubbing gently.

"Niall," Harry said, sitting down next to me. "You okay?" he asked.

"I-," Harry cut me off.

"I brought you your food," he said softly. I shook my head, holding back a gag at the smell.

"You don't want it," he pouted, looking genuinely sad.

"It's not cause you made it Haz I just don't feel good," I sighed.

"You feel sick?" he asked, putting his hand on my forehead.

"I tried telling everyone but nobody would talk to me," I whispered, feeling like I was about to cry.

"Hey, hey, don't cry love its okay. I'm sorry we didn't listen yeah," he said soothingly, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to him. I sighed contentedly, warm for the first time all evening.

"What's wrong with him?" Louis asked.

"He's sick. Fever and stomachache, poor thing," Harry told the boys, stroking my hair.

My stomach churned audibly. I wrapped my arms around my upset belly and pressed myself farther into Harry's grip.

"Harry I'm gonna be sick," I whimpered feeling suddenly hot.

He let go of me, but kept one hand on my back, rubbing circles into it as I bent over in between my knees, breathing heavily.

I gagged once before everything came back up. After a few minutes, I coughed up some spit, and then sat up, earning heavily against Harry.

"Shh you're alright babe," he said.

Then I felt myself being lifted up and carried, probably to the tent. Harry laid me down on my sleeping bag and covered me up.

"Rest Nialler, we'll be right out here if you need us," he whispered, running his fingers through my hair one last time. Then I heard his footsteps fade away, and I let myself fall asleep.

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