Harry Styles Sickfics

Bad infection 🤢

One direction are on tour, again!

They hardly ever get any rest, it seems. If they're not on tour, they're writing, recording, filming, or doing interviews.

Tonight, they're playing the O2 London for the third night running.

"Two hours til showtime lads! Everyone ok?" Lou asked as she styled Zayn's hair.

Harry rushed out of the room.

"Is he ok?" Lou asked.

"Just nerves I bet, you know how he gets." Liam replied.

Harry returned soon after.

"You alright mate?" Niall asked, poking Harry as he walked past him.

"Yeah. I'm fine thanks." He reached for another bottle of water from the fridge.

Zayn's hair was done. "Gorgeous!" Louis said, blowing him a kiss.

"Harry... you're up next!" Lou said, cleaning down the chair Zayn just vacated.

"Oh...erm...yeah in a minute.." he said, jittery, he left the room again.

"Where's he keep going?" Liam asked.

Louis shrugged. Harry returned.

"You sure you're ok Harry? You've not been sick have you?"

Harry laughed nervously. "Nah Louis, really I'm fine." He sat in the chair and Lou got to work.

He squirmed uncomfortably in the seat. "Please sit still love, or you're gonna look a mess on stage." Lou said.

"Sorry. Think my jeans have shrunk. Bit uncomfy."

"Get someone to get you another pair love." She responded.

Lou was finished with Harry, he thanked her and was heading to the rails of clothes, when he felt weird.

He headed out the door again, towards the toilets, where he'd already visited twice in the last hour.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" He asked himself as he went into a cubicle.

He made it just in time. Pulling himself free and aiming just as he started peeing. "Fuck!" He swore. "Why's it hurting like this." He stood still for a while, thinking there was more to come.

Eventually, he put himself back in his jeans, doing his zip and button up.

He sat on the now closed toilet seat, not feeling too good.

"Harry? You in here?" He heard the door open and Louis wondering where he was.

Harry sniffed. "Yeah." He whispered.

"You ok? You've been gone a while. Lou said to get you new jeans. You coming out now?"

Harry sighed. "Yeah. Ok." He stood up, flushed and opened the door.

"You look awful. You feeling ill?"

"I'm fine Louis." He said as he washed his hands. "Let's go."

*****

The show was under way. Harry had to pee twice more before the show, he kept quiet though, just saying he was nervous.

On stage, he wasn't his usual enthusiastic self. He jumped around little and wasn't as happy as he could be. He had to leave for a toilet break twice as well.

Louis took him aside as they left the stage after the show.

"Harry, I'm worried about you. Are you sure you're ok?"

Harry nodded and rushed off again. Louis followed him from a distance.

He saw him go into the toilets, waited a bit, then went in, quietly.

"Fuck sake!" He heard Harry. "Owww" he sniffed.

"Harry? Open the door mate." Louis asked gently.

"Lou? Err...I'll be out in a min. Can...can you wait outside please?"

"Sure." Louis replied. He opened the door, pretending to go outside.

He heard Harry crying softly. "Please, stop doing this to me. It hurts."

"Harry...let me in!" Louis said again. He heard Harry gasp.

"I...I..."

"Please. I want to help."

Harry opened the door slowly.

"Mate.... what's wrong, you look terrible."

Harry burst into tears, and fell into Louis' arms. (Yes he had put his penis back in his pants!)

"I...I keep peeing Lou, it's so sore." He cried.

Louis felt Harry's forehead. "You feel quite hot too. Maybe you caught a bug. Are you done in here?"

Harry nodded, and quickly washed his hands.

They walked back to their dressing room where everyone was waiting for them.

"Where have you b...." Liam started, but stopped as soon as he saw Harry crying.

"Harry mate?" Zayn added.

Louis helped Harry sit on a chair and sat next to him.

"He's not feeling well. Are we going soon? He needs to get to bed."

"Yeah...we were waiting for you." Niall said, looking worriedly at his band mate.

"You ok to go now Harry?" Louis asked. He nodded and stood up, he felt a bit wobbly, but managed to walk out to their van, that took them back to their hotel.

Luckily, Louis and Harry were sharing a room. Louis didn't want to leave Harry alone.

Harry was exhausted. He felt rough. He fell asleep quite quickly, while Louis stayed up watching Netflix.

Harry woke at 1am to go to the bathroom.

"Ok Harry?" Louis asked as he walked past him.

"Y-Yeah." He mumbled as he closed the door behind him.

Harry was so tired, he didn't have the energy to stand to pee, so he sat down and did what he had to do. It was still painful, burning, and he cried again.

He was done but he couldn't get himself up. He felt so weak and dizzy.

"Lou!" He called out, but not very loudly, Louis didn't hear him.

"LOU!" He tried again, managing to be louder. "LOUIS!"

Louis burst through the door. "Harry...you ok?"

Harry was a mess. Sweating, shaking, he was ghostly white and looked like death. He leaned forward and threw up at Louis' feet.

"Shit!" Louis said, moving back a bit.

Harry clutched his stomach as he threw up again.

Louis got his phone out and called Paul, before calling for an ambulance. This was serious.

"Lou...help me!" Harry begged, as everything went black and he fell into his own vomit.

Oh dear. Poor Hazza.

Any thoughts most welcome.

All the love 💖💖💖