Your P.O.V.
"Niall hold still," I snapped.
He kept coughing as I put the thermometer in his ear.
"Niall I don't think you should do the concert."
"But babe this is the night we surprise the fans," he said hoarsely, "Teenage Dirtbag remember?"
"Ni you have a temperature of 103!"
"I'm f-," his lips kept moving, but there was no sound.
"Aww Ni you just lost your voice," I sighed, "How do you think you're gonna do the concert now?"
He sneezed into his arm and then looked up at me with sick, glassy eyes. I sighed management walked in.
"Five minutes," one of them said, "Then it's showtime."
"I don't think Niall should go on," I spoke up.
"Y/n you are Niall's girlfriend and only that, we are management and it is our job to get all five boys on stage each night that they have a concert. Now come on Niall it's time to go on."
Niall looked at me again before getting up. He coughed.
"How do you think he's gonna do the concert? He lost his voice and is noticeably pale."
"We'll put him up on the top with Ashton and he will lip sync."
"What if he gets Ashton sick?"
"Not gonna happen. Come on Niall."
He followed them out. I watched from behind the stage. I could see everything.
"Hey guys we have a surprise," Liam said after a while, "They have a new CD out featuring Don't Stop and Amnesia. Can you guess who it is?"
"5 Seconds of Summer," they chanted.
There were a bunch of screams as 5SOS came out. They started playing and singing Teenage Dirtbag. I was watching Niall the whole time. Suddenly Niall looked as if he sneezed on Ashton.
He looked at me, or at least I thought he did, in shock and fear. Shit he just gave Ashton his germs!
The song was over shortly and the 1D boys walked backstage.
"Niall did you just sneeze on Ashton," I asked.
Niall hung his head and nodded.
"It's too late now though, they already left," Zayn told me.
Calum's P.O.V.
Ashton was acting weirdly and I didn't like the looks of this at all. We had a concert tonight and Ashton looks like he's come down with something. I find him sleeping on the chair when I walk downstairs.
"Ash," I place my hand on his forehead.
He sat up and started coughing.
"You alright?"
"Fine," his voice was raspy, "Just a little scratchy because if all the screaming at the 1D concert."
"Ash that was two days ago, you would've gotten your voice back by now."
He nodded and coughed into his fist.
"You're coughing, I'm pretty sure you have a fever, and you were sneezing a lot yesterday."
"Maybe I'm coming down with something, but it's not gonna affect the show Calum. I promise."
"Fine, but drink lots of water."
"Alright let's go," Michael shouted down to us.
"Please don't tell," he begged.
"Your voice sucks so I'm pretty sure they'll know, but as long as you have water I'm fine."
He smiled, "Thanks."
He coughed dry coughs and then got up and headed out to the van. Our tour manager drove to the arena. The Vamps, who were opening for us, were already in their dressing rooms.
I watched satisfyingly as Ashton drunk from a bottle of water. He grinned at me afterwards and I nodded.
"Alright The Vamps are performing, time to move backstage," the tour manager said.
We all nodded and then headed backstage, Ashton bringing his water. Soon The Vamps had finished and we thanked them, then went onstage.
James's P.O.V.
"I'm thirsty," Brad complained, "Any water?"
"Over there," Tristan pointed to a half drunken water bottle.
"That's so unsanitary," I told them.
"Well Mr. Fitness Addict, what do you have in mind," Brad asked.
"Nothing I guess, but everyone has germs."
Brad drunk from it and then put it down.
•Three Days Later•
We sat down on the couch to do the interview. The lady begun asking us questions.
"Brad what do you look for in a girl," she asked.
"I look for a nice smile," he said hoarsely and his voice cracking a lot, "And nice eyes."
The lady nodded and turned to ask Tristan a question. I zoned out, too focused on what had just happened with Brad. He was now rubbing his temples and coughing dry coughs that must hurt his throat. He rubbed his temples again.
"Brad are you okay," I mouthed.
He nodded, but started sneezing into his arm.
"Are you okay Brad," the lady asked.
Brad nodded and opened his mouth to talk, but a high pitch strained sound was all that you could hear when he talked. He frowned and looked like he was about to cry.
"Can we stop the camera," I asked.
The lady nodded and the cameras were turned off.
"Are you okay," she asked.
"Lost my voice," I barely made out of the high strained sound.
She nodded.
"I think you're sick Brad," I said.
He shook his head.
"Coughing, sneezing, headaches, and sore throats are signs of illness," I told him.
Tristan felt his cheek, "And you are burning."
"I told you guys this would happen if he drunk from that water bottle."
"You don't know that," Connor said.
I shrugged. Of course I don't.
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This is for S28667's contest. I will have Luke's request up and then Michael's next.
