1D sickfics

Larry: Louis faints

I think I'm going to stop writing this book soon. I won't delete it though.

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Harry's p.o.v.

"Boo you'll be fine," I assured him, running my fingers through his hair.

"What if I forget the words?" He asked tearily.

"Hey, don't cry, you will be perfect," I said firmly, kissing his forehead.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before bursting into tears again. I pulled him back into my arms.

"Five minutes," someone said.

I looked up to see Niall standing in the doorway looking at me sadly. I nodded and gave him a small smile back.

'He okay?' he mouthed.

I shrugged and nodded, meaning yeah sort of. He's always fine once he gets onstage, it just makes him nervous thinking about it.

I gently rocked him back and forth in my lap for a few minutes. Then I pulled back to look at him.

"Here hun," I said, wiping the smeared eyeliner off of his face. No it's not a gay thing, we have to wear make up on stage.

"Thanks," he said, sniffing.

"Just do your best," I smiled at him so he knew I meant it.

"I'll try," he smiled back.

"We'll all be up there together, okay? I'll be right there beside you when we walk out," I pointed out, like I do every time we perform.

He nodded and leaned foreword to kiss me quickly on the mouth, before sliding off of my lap. He offered his hand to me, which I took, and he helped me up. Then together we walked out of our dressing room.

"Ready?" Zayn asked hesitantly when we joined them on the side of the stage.

"I think so," I said, squeezing Louis' hand. He stayed quiet.

When we first started performing he got stage fright really bad. He used to throw up before shows. It had actually gotten better for a while, but now we have a new set, and he has a lot of solos. Not to mention that we're performing in bigger arenas then we ever have before.

"Here we go," Liam whispered.

"Three, two, one, and we're on," the stage manager counted us down.

"Hello Washington D.C." Liam's voice boomed throughout the arena as we ran onstage. I let go of his hand right before we cleared the curtain.

H-o-l-y s-h-i-t. My mind could hardly process how many people were here. I was struck by a momentary dizziness due to the deafening screams and blinding lights.

Once I'd steadied myself, I got my priorities straight. Louis. If I'm freaked out he must be panicking, poor thing.

I looked to my left, where he should be standing, only to look straight into the wing. Where is he? I looked farther back and saw him siting down on the set.

Liam and Niall were welcoming the crowd so figured I had a bit of time. I jogged over to Louis and pulled out my earpiece.

"You okay?" I yelled, so he could hear me over the crowd.

"I don't feel good," he yelled back, shaking his head.

"Louis is uh," Liam stammered, not sure what to say. I guess somebody had asked about him.

"He's just a little sick," I said, helping Liam out.

"Let's give it up for Louis everyone, c'mon Lou, over here for a sec," Niall pumped the crowd up.