1D sickfics

Zianourry 2: Liam

Here's another one. School starts tomorrow and I want to get all of my requests done so I'm gonna spam them today.

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Niall's p.o.v.

I heard Liam attempting, and failing, to stifle his moans of pain. If I'm honest, it's quite annoying. Louis especially looks about ready to explode. He's got his eyes shut, fists clenched, and is taking deep breaths.

"I think Lou and I are going to go get some tea at that cute little shop down the street," Harry announced, grabbing Louis' arm and pulling him out of the room to get shoes, I assume.

I guess I should explain. Liam woke up at like 5 a.m. this morning with a decently high fever. We ended up dragging him to the studio with us so he could lay in the dressing room while we worked.

His fever had gone nowhere but up and he had a gut wrenching stomach ache. He's torn up about it. He likes being the 'daddy direction' so being sick and getting taken care of isn't on his agenda but at this point the fevers got him so weak he can't do shit by himself.

Harry's the only one big enough to carry him, and he just left so that's out of the question. Louis was probably about to have a panic attack, and Harry is terrified of seeing people throw up, so it was good they left.

"Niall," Zayn's voice brought me back to reality.

"What is it?" I trailed off, noticing that the moans were gone.

Not even a split second later, the silence ended when Liam started bawling his eyes out.

"Shit!" I yelled and rushed into the living room, where Liam was laying on the couch, Zayn right behind me.

"I'm sorry," Liam gasped in between sobs.

He had sort of puked all over himself and the couch. Wow I'm stupid. He's took weak to move. I mean duh, I should've gotten a trash can or something.

"Li, hey it's fine mate just calm down, shh, shh, you're alright," I tried to calm him down, not wanting him to make himself sick again.

"I'm gonna *gag* go in the other room," Zayn said from behind me. I turned around to see his face looking quite green.

"Okay," I said, nodding for him to leave before he puked all over the floor as well.

I pulled back the blankets on Liam and folded them up on themselves to keep the floor clean. Then I pulled his shirt up over his head and set it on the blanket. Then I helped him shimmy out if his sweats.

"Okay, let's go to the bathroom Li," I said.

"How," he asked, sniffling.

Oh right. He can't get there and I can't carry him. that's seems to be a bit of a problem.

"On second thought, you just wait here," I decided.

I scooped up the dirty blankets/clothes and took them to the washing machine, stuffing them I and starting up a load. Then I walked into the bunks and grabbed Liam a new t-shirt and pair of sweats.

On the way back to Liam I also grabbed a trashcan, to prevent another episode like this one.

"Okay here you go," I tossed the clothes to him.

Then I went into the kitchen and got a glass of water, figuring he must have a bad taste in his mouth.

"Here's some water," I said, handing it to him. He'd already gotten his clothes on.

After taking a shaky sip, he handed it back to me, and I set it on the coffee table in front of the couch, close enough that he could reach.

"I'm going to go check on Zayn. If you get sick again, theirs a trash can right here, or tell for me," I told him, ruffling his hair a bit.

He nodded sleepily, closing his eyes. Poor Liam.

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So that one wasn't as good as the last one but oh well.