1D sickfics

Food poisoning: Zayn

Okay here's another one of the series.

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Your p.o.v.

"My tortilla is really good, how's your hamburger?" I asked, noticing that he wasn't really eating much.

"I don't know, it tastes kind of weird," he said, shifting in his seat a little bit.

"That sucks. You want some of mine? I'm pretty much done," I told him, pushing the plate his way a little bit.

He shook his head. "No I'm good," he said, giving me a small smile.

I frowned. He'd hardly eaten anything, and usually he doesn't stop eating. I think something's wrong.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah I'm fine," he assured me. I didn't believe him though, and made sure to watch him closely after that.

He was starting to get a little sweaty, and was fidgeting around in his seat a lot, with his hands under the table, where I couldn't see them. Maybe he's getting sick.

"Zayn what's wrong?" I asked, sure that there was something.

"I'm uh, not feeling that great," he admitted, blushing.

"You don't have to be embarrassed babe," I assured him, holding my hand out across the table for him to grab.

He brought one of his hands out from underneath the table and entwined his fingers with mine, setting our hands on the table.

"I think my hamburger was bad," he explained the reason for his sickness.

"What feels bad? l" I asked.

"I'm burning up and my stomach hurts," he answered. Well I'd already figured that much.

"Okay, let me get the check and then we can leave," I told him, waving down the next waiter that walked by.

"Can we have our check please?" I asked the teenage boy.

"Sure," he smiled, before turning and walking off towards the front desk.

"Here you are," he said when he got back, handing me the check. I paid him the money, giving him a decently generous tip, and thanked him for his service.

"Okay let's go..." I trailed off when I saw Zayn sitting very still with one hand over his mouth.

"C'mon," I said, hurriedly dragging him to the bathroom. I pushed him into the men's room, the stuck my head in, and upon seeing that it was empty, followed him.

He was already sitting on the floor in front of a toilet puking up his bad hamburger. I sat down behind him and rubbed his back gently, praying that no one else would come in.

"You done?" I asked when he sat back against me. He nodded tiredly against my shoulder.

"Okay let's go," I said as I stood up, pulling him with me. I wrapped my arm around his waist to help support him a little bit, them we walked, very slowly, to the car.

I watched him closely as he squirmed around uncomfortably in the seat next to me on the way home. When we pulled into the driveway, he opened the door and flew inside before I'd even stopped moving.

I parked quickly and rushed inside to sit with him as he got sick again, this time there wasn't anything to come up though so he was mostly just gagging, the poor thing.

Once he was done I helped him rinse out his mouth and brush his teeth to get rid of the bad taste.

"You need anything?" I asked, feeling bad for him.

"Just wanna sleep," he muttered.

"Okay," I agreed, helping him to my room, where he laid down on my bed.

"Are you cold or hot?" I asked, wanting him to be comfortable.

"Hot," he answered.

"Okay, let's get these jeans off," I said, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them off of his hips and down his legs, tossing them on my floor. Then I peeled his sweaty button up shirt off of him, leaving him in only his boxers.

"Better?" I asked. He nodded, his eyes closed.

"Okay, you can sleep now," I said softly.

"Can't fucking sleep without you," he huffed.

"Aw, okay," I agreed, climbing in with him.

"Feel better," I whispered as I drifted off to sleep with him.

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So. tired. cant. move. Off. of. my. bed. ugh.