Even If It Kills Me (One Direction and The Vamps Fan Fiction)

Chapter 44

Cat's POV

My eyes open slowly and I see the wood of the top bunk I'm under. My eyes are still very heavy and I feel absolutely disgusting. My head is pounding, ears are clogged, nose running, throat sore. I'm definitely sick and I even feel nauseous.

I walk to the bathroom on slightly weak legs, just in case I do throw up I want to be in the bathroom. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I still have a full face of makeup on form last night. I don't usually wear that much makeup, but I decided to do some winged eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow last night for the concert. That is all still on my face, and I was also still wearing my dress from last night, covered by Brad's leather jacket he let me borrow. I looked ready for a party, but I felt like a nap.

I wash my makeup off and after a few minutes, the sick feeling wasn't getting any better or worse so I just went out into the main room on the bus. Brad is sitting in there alone, guitar in hand and paper in front of him on the table, he notices me walk in.

"Hey! How'd you sleep? You seemed really tired last night." He places the guitar next to him and gets up to come hug me.

"I think I'm sick." I say.

"Awww, my girl is sick?" Brad pouts and wraps his arms around me.

"Yeah, and I was telling you so you wouldn't hug me and get sick too." I point out to him.

"I'll be fine." He places his hands on my shoulders and looks me in the eyes. "You feel really cold, why don't you go change and get back into your bunk and I'll come check on you in a few minutes." He kisses me on the forehead.

I change into a t-shirt, sweatpants, and the sweatshirt I never gave back to Brad awhile ago. I sit on the bunk and wait for Brad.

He comes in a few minutes later with soup, a cup of tea, and a Kleenex box on a tray.

"Here." He smiles and places the try in front of me. "How are you feeling?" He asks.

"Same as a few minutes ago, thanks for the tray though."

"You're welcome, sweetie."

He sits down at the foot of the bed as I take a sip of tea.

"Just going to watch me eat?" I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Maybe." he shrugs deviously. I roll my eyes. "Kidding, I'll go back to working." he stands up.

"Are you working on a new song? Can I hear?"

"Yeah, for the next album, and we'll see." he winks. "I'll just be through the curtain if you need anything."

The rest of the day was spent in bursts of naps and on my phone when I was actually awake. Brad came in pretty often to check on me and he would sit with me for a few minutes, I always told him he could leave eventually because I didn't want him to waste his day on me. Some time in the evening, Brad came into the bunk area with a camera.

"Here's the bunks," he says, he must be filming for the YouTube channel. "And baby Catty is sick, so I'm taking care of her." he pouts into the camera. "Say hi to the fans, love." He turns the camera towards me.

"No, I look gross, I'll scare them." I pull the covers over my head.

"Liar. You're always gorgeous, how about you look ugly for once?!"

I peek out from under the covers and smile at him.

"Tell them how well I'm taking care of you!" Brad suggests.

"He's great guys, makes a mean cup of tea." I say.

"Well, I gotta get back to my nursing duties now." Brad states.