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Zarry: Zayn faints

Here's another one of this series. I just discovered a problem though. How do I wrote Harry's? He can't take care of himself in a Harry fic lol.

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Harry's p.o.v.

"Okay so during Harry's solo, I want you to move around some," our choreographer, Steve, said.

"Anywhere, or specific spots?" Liam asked.

"How about you and Niall go back a little and the other three go forewords some," he suggested.

We all nodded, not even caring anymore. Where We Are starts tomorrow and we've been working really hard these past few days to get the show all choreographed and set up.

I don't even know why it matters, we usually abandon all choreography by like the 5th or 6th show anyways. Whatever, Steve is sort of a perfectionist.

I glanced over at Zayn, who is on my right, to roll my eyes at Steve, but he was looking away.

Actually he's sort if leaning on his mic. Rather heavily it would appear.

Jesus I don't blame him. We're all tired as shit. We need to stop.

"Steve?" I interrupted.

"Yes Harry," he said impatiently.

"Could we have a quick water break please?" I practically begged.

"I have I pee so bad," Louis piped up.

"We're beat," Niall added.

"We need a breather, it's hot up here," Liam complained.

"Alright fine, take 10," Steve sighed.

"Thank you," we all chorused.

Louis shot off the stage towards the bathrooms, while Liam and Niall trudged tiredly back to our dressing rooms.

Zayn however, was still leaning on his mic. Is his asleep? That would actually be hilarious.

"Zayn?" I asked, coming to stand by him.

"Haz," he whimpered, turning to look at me.

He had tears streaming down his pale cheeks. His eyes looked hazy and far away.

"Oh my god are you okay?" I asked, wrapping my arm around him.

"I d-don't feel good," he stuttered.

"Well let's get you backstage so you can lay down," I said gently, helping him straighten up. He leaned against me.

"Z why didn't you say anything?" I asked. No reply. I felt his head on my shoulder.

"Zayn?" I asked. Then his legs buckled and I grabbed for him, narrowly preventing him from falling to the floor.

"Fuck," I hissed, hoisting him up into my arms and carrying him bridal style into the dressing room, where I laid him down on the couch.

"What on earth?"

"Is he okay?"

"Did you knock him out Harold?"

"He just passed out," I replied to all of them at once.

"I think he's dehydrated, he looks yellow," Liam said, somehow knowing.

"You're right," I agreed, walking over to get a water bottle.

"Wake up Z," Niall was saying, shaking him.

"Wha?" Zayn said sluggishly, his eyes flicking open.

"Here baby drink," I said, lifting the bottle to his lips.

"Times up boys," a voice yelled from the stage.

I looked at the other boys pleadingly. Liam nodded, knowing what I wanted.

"Coming," Niall yelled. Then him, Liam, and Louis headed back onstage.

I knew that they were going to tell Steve what had happened so we wouldn't get in trouble for skipping practice.

I ended up going back to practice after I watched Zayn drink two bottles of water and promise to never ever let himself get that dehydrated ever again.

He was fine by that evening, just tired, and we all kept a close watch on him and had water on hand at all times for the next few days.

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So for Harry's I'm just gonna write a larry fic cause they're my fave.