Louis:
"I told you, you shouldn’t have ate those clams," you say as you watch Louis run to the bathroom, yet again. You were in Spain and your vacation getaway with Louis didn’t go as planned. He got food poisoning on the first night.
He flops back down on the bed, only a second later clutching his stomach in pain. He rolls on to his side, his fringe falling in front of his eyes.
"I’m sorry I ruined our vacation. I know you were really looking forward to coming here," he apologizes again. He feels terrible for keeping you in the hotel no matter how much he insists for you to leave him and to explore Spain.
"As long as I’m with you, I’m happy and I hate seeing you like this," you say, sitting down next to him and rubbing his back soothingly. "I wouldn’t feel good about leaving you here in pain." You move the sweaty fringe from his face.
Before you can move your hand away, he holds it gently in his.
"I promise when I’m feeling better I’ll make this up to you." You lean over and kiss his forehead.
"You don’t owe me anything. You already make me happy everyday being with you," you say sweetly. "Now get some rest and I’ll call room service to get dinner."
"Don’t order any clams!" he calls as you leave his side to the phone.
Harry:
"Harry?" You carefully creep into the bedroom. You don’t hear a response because he’s fast asleep in bed. He’s buried throughly into the covers, trying to find some peace with his pounding headache and weak stomach.
Just as you prepare to go and leave him to rest his hangover, Harry groans and springs up from the bed. He bolts straight to the bathroom with urgency. You’re soon beside him rubbing his back and holding his curls away from his face as he throws up last night’s events.
He can feel the empty disgusting feeling afterward as he washes his mouth. You leave him to get over his hangover and head towards the kitchen. You leave out a bottle of Gatorade and water for him when he comes downstairs. He stumbles down clutching his stomach.
"Do you think this might be something else than just a hangover?" you observe. "I’ve seen you hungover before. You don’t look too good." He shakes his head, curls falling his eyes.
"I’m never drinking like that again," he grumbles, sipping from the blue Gatorade and leaning against the counter with his hands clutched around his stomach. He can feel a twisting knot of pain.
Next thing he knows, he’s heaving all over the kitchen floor much to your horror and disgust.
"I’m taking you to the doctor right now," you say, carefully stepping over the soiled tiled floor and leading Harry outside to your car.
Niall:
Niall closed his eyes tightly, fingers pausing momentarily from strumming his guitar. He tries to ignore the stinging pain in his abdomen and attempts to keep his focus on the song. Crap, did he just miss his solo?
You watch on from the wings as Niall tries to brush off the momentary pain and continue the song with a forced smile.
You were worried for him to perform tonight, warning him to take it easy. He didn’t get much sleep the night before because his stomach had been bothering him.
"You need to go see a doctor," you instruct.
"I have a few more shows before I get a break off for a few weeks. I can push through it," he brushes off. "Besides, it doesn’t even hurt that much." However his position curled up in pain on the bed said otherwise.
That was days ago though, and his condition seems to be getting worse. At least after tonight, you two are going straight home and to a doctor.
He glances your way mid-way through a song and gives you a thumbs up to let you know he’s alright. You are surprised at how strong Niall is pushing through this last show when hours before he looked sickly pale. Now he was beaming and laughing along with the rest of the boys on stage doing what he loved so much. No matter what, Niall would never want to disappoint his fans.
Zayn:
"Are you sure you don’t want me to come?" you ask again.
"You have school, I can’t make you come out just cause I’m sick," he says. His nose is clogged and his stomach is uneasy, giving his voice a nasal tone. Over the video call you can see how pale his face is and how he tries to cover up his winces of pain.
"What’s the matter, specifically?" you ask.
"My head just hurts really bad and now it’s my stomach. I think it might be something I ate. Lou says it might just be a stomach bug and that it’ll go away after a few days," he mutters. He continuously is fixing his hair around, trying to ignore the surges of pain that go through him.
"Aw, baby. I’m sorry that I can’t be there," you apologize.
"You don’t need to apologize, baby," he says. He lays his head down in his arms. Despite his ill condition, you can’t help, but admire how cute he looks with his disheveled hair. "It’s nice to know that you care….and that you’re still checking me out when I look like crap." A smirk breaks through on his face while a blush sweeps your cheeks.
"You never look like crap, which isn’t fair," you say teasingly. "I’ll leave you to get some sleep." You could tell from the start Zayn was exhausted; droopy eyes, barely able to keep his head up, constant yawning.
He grunts and is practically already asleep when you press “End Call”.
Liam:
"I can’t believe this happened," Liam mutters face first into his pillow. The road bumps from the bus weren’t helping his condition any more. "I had so much planned for us. I don’t want to waste your time while you’re here."
"I just want to be with you," you insist, holding his hand.
"You shouldn’t even be this close to me. What if you get sick?" he asks, trying to remove his hand from yours. You retort by snuggling closer to him.
"Well I probably already am going to get sick, so no harm in getting closer," you say, refusing to move from your comfortable position. Liam, knowing you’re too stubborn to move, kisses you on the top of your head as you lay on his chest.
"I was really looking forward to tonight, too," he admits. You smirk.
"Oh really?" you ask. You begin to plant soft kisses up and down his neck. Liam sighs in content, melting against the feeling of your lips on his skin. "Mind telling me what it involved?"
Liam opens his mouth, but only a groan omits. You sigh and lay back on the pillow.
"Maybe another day, then sweetie," you suggest. "How about just cuddling for now?"
