Harry: “I’m sorry,” Harry rasps as you walk into the guest bedroom with a bowl of soup. You shake your head, a chuckle escaping your lips as you sit down on the bed. “It’s not your fault you got sick,” you reply, motioning for him to set up so he could eat. You gather some soup on the spoon and hold it out for him, stirring the liquid once he took the spoonful. “That’s really good,” he points out, opening his mouth so he could have more. “My mom’s recipe,” you explain, giving him more. “Besides, at least if you’re sick, they’ll go easier on you.” “Good to know.”
Liam: “Hi mom,” you greet your mother when she opens the door, her eyes widening when she sees Liam putting all of his weight on you, his eyes barely open and his face going paler by the second. “Come in, come in,” she urges the two of you, helping you carry Liam to the couch. He lets out a groan as he flops down on the cushions, barely aware of you rushing off to get a towel for his forehead while your parents rummage through the cabinets for medicine and ingredients for chicken soup. “Good thing your mum’s a nurse,” Liam manages to whisper as you place the wet towel on his forehead.
Louis: “Are you sure you’ll be okay here by yourself?” you ask your boyfriend hesitantly. “I can just tell my parents to cancel, they’ll understand.” The two of you had flown out to see your parents, but unfortunately, Louis had gotten sick during the process and you didn’t just want to leave him in the hotel room by himself while he was ill. “I’ll be fine,” Louis replies weakly with a small smile. “Go have fun with your parents.” “Do you want me to get you something on my way back?” “I’ll just order room service,” he shrugs. Louis was your hesitance and gave you a pointed look. “(Y/N), I’m serious. Go have dinner with your parents. I’ll still be here when you get back.”
Niall: ”You wanna know the one good thing that comes out of being sick?” Niall asks you as you get ready for bed that night. “Are you telling me that the fact that we’re at my parents’ house, you’ve vomited three times, you can barely stand, and the medicine you need to help you get better tastes disgusting isn’t the good part?” you tease, getting under the covers to join Niall on the bed. “Sadly, no,” he rolls his eyes as he pulls you closer to him. “The one good thing about being sick right now is the fact that your dad didn’t make me sleep on the couch while you slept somewhere else. We both know I can’t sleep without you.” “Very true.”
Zayn: ”Zayn, I’m back,” you call out as you shut the front door. You and Zayn decided to stay with your parents for the weekend in your old home and you had gotten in touch with some of your friends and went out with them that night while your parents went out to dinner. Zayn, however, wasn’t so lucky and was stuck inside since he had somehow gotten sick on your second day there. “How was it?” Zayn asks, sniffling as he looks away from the TV. “Good. How are you feeling?” you reply, slipping your shoes off. “Much better now that you’re back.” “Idiot.”
