One Direction Sick Fanfictions

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Louis hadn't felt good all day, but when Harry told him he had to go to the interview, he couldn't say no. The boys knew he was ill, of course, but to openly deny work would make him seem on the brink of death.
The interview wasn't far from the hotel, and it was actually going well. The interviewer was focusing more on the fact that Zayn left than anything else, so when she asked Louis a question, he didn't even notice.
"So, Louis, we heard that you love carrots." The interviewer gazed intently at Louis, who had zoned out for the third time that interview. "Louis?" Niall nudged Louis til he focused back on the interviewer.
"Yeah?" He rubbed his eyes sleepily. All of the boys turned to look at him curiously. "What?" His words sounded slurred.
"I-I was just wondering what the reason is of why you love carrots so much." Louis stared blankly at her. Harry snapped in front of his face.
"Louis!" He yelled. He was so glad it wasn't a live interview, they could edit this part out. Louis looked at him wearily.
Liam stood up from the couch. "Excuse us, but could we finish this another day?" The interviewer looked confused for a second but nodded and signalled to stop the shoot.
Niall and Harry followed suit and stood up too. "Come on, mate." Niall tugged at Louis's hand, who reluctantly stood up. The boys waved and left the studio.
In the car, Harry was driving, Niall was shotgun, and Liam and Louis were in the back. Louis sat with a blank look straight ahead.
Liam felt Louis' forehead for a clear fever. "Guys, his fever's pretty bad. We should check it when we get back."
"Yeah, alright dude." Niall shot him a thumbs up from the front seat.
"I have a blue bag there, it should have a thermometer." Harry motioned to the back. Liam scoured it and no thermometer was found. Louis started squirming in his seat.
"Hey, Lou bear, you can lean in on me if it makes you more comfortable." Liam whispered softly. Louis turned his head to Liam, his eyes wide and frightened.
"I don't like you like that." He said bluntly. "I like Niall. He's sexy." The oldest boy turned back to the window. Liam sat there with an astonished face while Harry laughed and Niall blushed deep red.
"Oh come off it, Louis." Harry wheezed between laughs. Louis shook his head defiantly.
"No."
Harry laughed again. "Oh really, Lou? You really love Nialler?" Louis nodded and blushed under his fever. "Who do I love?"
"Zehn, but he's at Sex Camp right now, so you guys won't be able to hook up for a long time." The boys exchanged weird looks, but they wanted to have fun with Louis's clear fever, and the delusionality.
Niall spoke next. "What does Zayn learn at sex camp, Louis?"
"Condoms, but fucks. Condom fucks. But fuxs. Condom fuxs." His face contorted with confusion every time he rewrote his sentence.
"Stay strong, Zayn." Liam whispered and flexed, the other two healthy boys doing the same. Harry lost control of the car for a bit, making the passengers swerve with the vehicle.
"Uh, Liam?" Louis rubbed his stomach, and his face became pale with nausea. "My tum tum is not having fun fun." He gagged.
"Shit." Liam swore under his breath. "Harry, we need a bag. I'm using your blue one." Harry gasped.
"Oh NO you don't! That's signed by Mariah Carey!" But Harry was too late; his signed designer bag was being spewed in by none other than Louis Tomlinson. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit."
"DrIvE fAsTeR, hAzZa!" Niall screamed, not liking the puking sound. He covered his ears and started humming softly.
Liam was comforting Louis between heaves, and after a few minutes his stomach decided to rest. Right when they arrived to the hotel.
The boys unloaded and got into their penthouse room. Niall sat with Louis on the couch while Liam googled how to get fevers down. Harry cried over his bag.
"We can put him in an ice bath." Liam suggested. Niall seemed content with the idea. Louis didn't notice. "Okay, Louis." Liam said. "Get up, you need a bath."
"I'm not Louis, I'm Zach. Zach(z-a-ch, like cheesy burritos) attacks, rawr rawr." He stood up with wobbly legs and took a step towards Liam. "I shall NOT bow down like a coward to a spoon like you."
"Hey Liam." Niall whisper yelled. "Spooning leads to forking." He waggled his eyebrows.
Louis swung for a right hook, missing Liam by a kilometer. "Come on, dude, try harder than that." Niall taunted.
"Niall Horns, I shall do what I want with this spoon." He swung again, but this time Liam grabbed his arm and dragged him to the en suite. Niall followed with a bag of ice cubes.
The two boys made the ice bath, and since Harry finally got over his bag, he came and helped strip Louis down. He was thrown into the tub, where he screamed.
"What the bloody hell, mate? What are you doing?" He yelled, the blush fading from his face slightly.
Liam smirked. "Its working." Niall and Harry nodded.
"What's working?" Louis asked, trying to climb out of the freezing water.
"We got your fever down!"
"What-" he was cut off by a yawn. "What fever?" "Whatever, dude. Lets just get you to bed." The boys tucked Louis into bed, and in two days he was backto normal. They finished the interview and lived happily ever after. The End.

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