1D sickfics

Zianourry: sick Harry

Oh my god I'm so behind. I'm going to try and finish this series today.

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Harry's p.o.v.

"You think you can do the concert tonight?" Liam asked. The others all looked at me expectantly.

"Yeah," I lied. Truthfully, I felt sick as hell right now, and it was getting worse by the minute.. At first, it was just a headache. Then I got a stomach ache, then I got cold and dizzy. And now I feel nauseous.

"Good," Liam said, nodding.

"Well, we've got sound check now, but Paul said you can stay back here and rest for a while longer," Niall told me.

"Okay," I said, trying to force a smile and convince them I was fine. It must have been convincing enough because they all stood up and filed out of the dressing room to practice and check mics.

I leaned back against the couch and moaned. My stomach was tossing and turning like crazy. Ugh I feel awful.

Then I felt my stomach rise in my throat. Shit! I stood up and jogged to the bathroom, feeling my lunch in the back of my throat. I dropped to my knees just in time for everything to come spilling out of my mouth.

I choked, couched, and gagged for what felt like ages until I was finally done. I leaned back against the wall for a minute, before struggling to my feet, feeling weak and dizzy.

"Harry," Zayn called down the hall. "Harry there you a-" he was cut off when I threw my arms around him and leaned heavily against him.

"Hey you okay?" he asked softly, rubbing my back.

"I d-don't think I can d-do the concer-rt," I sobbed into Zayn's shoulder.

"What happened haz?" he asked.

"I thre-ew u-up," I cried.

"Aw H. It's okay, you can just lay in the dressing room during the concert alright. The fans will understand. Calm down love," he whispered in my ear.

Finally, I calmed down enough for Zayn to help me back into the dressing room. When we stepped into the room, all the boys were looking at me. I turned and buried my face in Zayn's shoulder, embarrassed.

Zayn wrapped a protective arm around me and led me over to the couch, helping me lay down.

"He got sick," he explained, causing the other boys to give me sympathetic looks.

"He's sitting out the concert," Zayn told them.

"That's fine," Liam said.

"Yeah Hazza," Louis echoed.

"You just get some sleep," Niall said.

He didn't have to tell me twice. All of that throwing up had me exhausted. I fell asleep in a matter of seconds.