Niall - You wake up to a heaving sound coming from the bathroom, and as you look at the clock beside you, you see it’s only 2:34 am. You groan and get up, knocking on the bathroom door. “Niall? Babe let me in,” you lightly say through the door. After more heaving, you hear the lock click and open the door to find a very sick boy curled up around the toilet. “Oh babe,” you begin, leaning down and rubbing his back. “I wish you woke me up. Are you okay?” you ask, getting some mouthwash and his toothbrush ready. “I didn’t want to. You should go back to bed, Y/N.” he whimpers as another wave of nausea starts. “I’ll be right here until you can join me in bed, Niall. Let me get some ginger ale and crackers. I’ll be back,” you state, kissing him on the head. As you make your way back upstairs, you can hear his familiar snoring, and smile to yourself. Coming into the bathroom, you see him curled up tighter to the toilet, head resting on the seat. Grabbing two pillows and a blanket, you make a makeshift bed for the two of you, and slowly rub Niall’s back, hoping he will now be able to sleep through the night.
Zayn - Waking up to a phone call at one in the morning when you’ve got to work the next day was not something you were happy about, even when it was your boyfriend. Zayn was on tour at the moment, so you figured he just wanted to say a quick goodnight and be done with it. “Hello,” you answered sleepily. “Y/N, I’m really sick. And I just wanted to hear your voice. Can you talk?” he asks, voice clearly hoarse from vomiting. “Oh Zayn. Of course. What’s wrong? Did you eat something bad? Or just sick?” After a few heaves and a flush, he comes back to the phone. “I don’t know. I just wish you were here,” he whispers. It broke your heart to hear those words, especially under this circumstance. “Babe, I wish I was there more than anything right now. Maybe wake up one of the boys to get you something to settle your stomach.” you inquire as you pace back and forth across your bedroom. “I will. I just want to rest for a bit. Tell me about your day,” he says, his voice clearly exhausted. You tell him about your lectures and what the girls at work were gossiping about, and he was being very quiet. “Zayn?” you ask with no answer. “Babe? Are you asleep?” No answer again. You smile to yourself, happy he’s getting some rest. Keeping him on the line, you crawl back into bed, using his slow breathing to lull you back to sleep.
Liam - You woke to the sounds of loud coughing, and immediately went to the living room to check on Liam. He had insisted he didn’t sleep with you so you didn’t catch his cold, but you’d barely slept without him anyways. Seeing him wrapped up in the blankets and coughing his lungs out caused a pain in your stomach. You hated to see him this way, and knew you couldn’t do anything but wait till it left his body. “Y/N. I’m sorry, did I wake you?” he grogged, his throat raw. “It’s okay. I wish you would have woke me sooner. Let me get you some tea.” you soothed, making your way to the kitchen. A few minutes later, you emerged from the kitchen with tea and cough syrup for him. Making yourself comfortable beside him on the couch, you gave him the tea and put some syrup on the spoon. “Here,” you said, rubbing his back. He willingly took the syrup and quickly chased it with the tea. “Thank you, babe. Go back to bed. I’m fine now.” he crooned, relaxing back into the couch. Shaking your head, you tucked him into the covers and put your head on his shoulder. “I want to stay here with you,” you whispered, kissing his shoulder. Turning on Family Guy, you cuddled closer to him, feeling better once you heard his deep breathing.
Harry - "Y/N?" you heard as you felt Harry’s hand rubbing your back. Slowly blinking the sleep from your eyes, you leaned up on your elbows and turned towards him. "You okay?" you asked, confused. He nodded, "My stomach just really hurts. Could you make me some chicken soup?" he asked, pouting. Rolling your eyes, you got out of bed and padded along the floor to the kitchen. "You know I can’t say no to your puppy eyes you little shit," you joked, pulling a can of soup out of your cupboard. Once you heard the 'ding' of the microwave, you carefully grabbed the bowl and wrapped a towel around it, still a bit too hot. After crushing some crackers into the bowl, you made your way with a can of ginger ale back to your shared bedroom, only to find Harry fast asleep again, sprawled out across the bed. Shaking your head and smiling to yourself, you placed the soup and can on his bedside table and crawled in beside him, making sure to keep him covered up. “I love you,” you whispered before kissing his temple and falling back to sleep beside him.
Louis - Louis had always been a baby when it came to sickness, and today was no different. You’d just worked a graveyard shift as a receptionist at the hospital, and all you wanted to do was sleep all day and be lazy. “Y/N, wake up. I’m sick,” you hear directly in your ear. You groaned and turned to face your boyfriend. “Louis, what do you want?” He pouted and curled up tighter to you. “I don’t feel well. Can you make me some soup?” he whined, sniffing and coughing. You rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘fine’ quietly and made your way to the kitchen. After putting a bowl of soup, some crackers, and orange juice on the tray, you finally made your way back to your bedroom. As you walked in, you saw him curled up on your side, practically in a ball with all of the covers around him. You couldn’t stay mad at him for long after seeing how adorable he looked. “Here babe,” you said, putting the tray on your bedside table. He sat up and smiled bright at you. Returning his smile, you brought the bowl off of the tray and gave it to him. “Thank you, Y/N I love you,” he said before kissing your nose.
