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Zianourry 2: zayn

This isn't a part two of my first zianourry fic series, I just got a similar, but different request and didn't know what to call it.

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Louis' p.o.v.

Bzzz. bzzzz. bzzzz. Oh my god. who is texting me at... I looked at my clock... 3 a.m.

I groaned and rolled over, grabbing my phone and unlocking it, seeing that I had a text from Zayn. What does he want, he's literally like 4 feet from me.

'I need help Louis' was all it said.

This better be important. I swung my legs over the side of my bunk and climbed down the ladder to the floor, hopping off of the edge of Louis' bunk. Then I saw Zayn.

He was laying in his bunk, crying, and covered in puke. Gross.

"Oh my god Z, you okay?" I asked, before realizing that was a stupid question because obviously he was not okay. He didn't even answer.

"Okay, let's go to the bathroom and get cleaned up," I said softly, peeling the soiled blankets back so he could get up.

"Can't," he whispered, shaking his head.

"What do you mean you can't?" i asked.

He held up one of his arms, which was shaking so violently he could barely held it up. I grabbed his hand, and he immediately relaxed.

"Alright, it's okay," I soothed, not wanting him to start crying again.

I yanked the blankets even further down, folding them over themselves to keep all the puke contained, then I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it onto the blanket.

His pants were clean, so I pulled his arm around my shoulders, slid an arm under his knees, and carried him bridal style to the bathroom.

I sat down on the edge of the bath tub, with him on my lap and started the water, waiting until it was warm before sliding off Zayn's sweats and boxers, then helping him sit down in the bath.

"I'm gonna go clean up, I'll be right back," I said, walking out of the bathroom and shutting the door behind me.

I tossed the blanket and shirt into the washer and sprayed disinfectant all over Zayn's bunk, just to try and keep the rest of us healthy, then headed back into the bathroom.

I was almost there, when I heard Zayn start sobbing. I rushed into the bathroom and was alarmed by the sight that greeted me.

Zayn had puked all over the floor of the bathroom, unable to get out of the tub by himself, the poor thing.

"I'm sorry," he cried, clutching his stomach in the water.

"Hey, hey, you're okay, it's fine, just calm down," I said as I pulled the plug on the bathtub and grabbed a towel.

As soon as all if the water drained out and I dried him off, his sobbing had lessened to silent tears sliding down his pale cheeks.

I helped him slip into a clean pair of boxers, then I picked him up and carried him back to the bunks, laying him down on the bed.

"Look, I'll clean it up, it's not a problem. Just calm down or you'll make yourself sick again," I explained, rubbing his stomach lightly.

"Thank you," he said, almost inaudibly.

"Get some sleep," I said, giving his shoulder a squeeze, before I climbed back up into my own bunk and fell back to sleep.

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These aren't one shots, they're just the boys being really close friends and taking are of eachother, nothing more.