One Direction Preferences

#68 He's Sick

Harry: 

You felt the bed dip. You woke up, and saw Harry run to the bathroom. He closed the door, and you heard him puke. You got up, opened the door, sat down beside him, rubbing his back comforting. When he finished, he leaned against the bathtub. You felt his forehead, and his cheeks. 

"You're burning up, Harry!" you exclaimed. Harry let out a groan then started puking in the toilet again. 

"Come on Hazz, come back to bed," you said after he finished. 

"Carry me?" he asked with his puppy-dog face. 

"I would if I could, but I can't. Let me get Lou, OK?" Harry nodded. You went to the guest room, and saw Louis already up. "Will you come, and put Harry in bed for me?" you asked. 

"What's wrong with Harry?" Louis asked. 

"He doesn't feel good, and he wants to be carried to bed, " you explained. Louis nodded, and walked into the bathroom. 

"Come here, Hazz," Louis whispered, picking Harry up bridal style, and laid him on his side of the bed. 

"Thanks, Lou." Louis nodded, and left the room. 

"Can I have some soup?" Harry whispered. You nodded, and made your sick boyfriend some soup, and tomorrow he felt all better, but got you sick in the process.

Liam: 

You felt the bed move. You wake up, and see Liam tossing and turning. 

"Liam, sweetie, wake up," you said softly, shaking him. You noticed how hot Liam was. You felt his forehead and then his cheeks. "Liam, wake up!" Liam woke up, ran to the bathroom, and threw up in the toilet. You walked into the bathroom, sat down beside him, rubbing his back. "You alright Li? you asked softly. 

"I don't feel to great," Liam said, voice hoarse. 

"How about you get back into bed while I go get you some medicine, k?" Liam nodded, and stumbled to the bed. You walked downstairs to get his medicine. You walked in, and saw Liam asleep. You smiled, kissed his forehead, and went to sleep.

Louis: 

"(Y/N), come get Lou," Harry said. 

"What's wrong with Lou?" you asked, going to your car. 

"He's got a killer headache," Harry explained. 

"Alright." You arrived at the studio. 

"Can you drive us home? We're done anyways." You groaned. 

"Fine but you're driving Harry," you told him. 

"Why me?" Harry whined. 

"Cuz you're the one that called me." Harry groaned as you guys piled into the car. 

"Aw suck it up, buttercup," Liam laughed. 

"Shut up!" Louis yelled. 

"Aw, sorry BooBear." Louis smiled when he felt you kiss is forehead. Then, you six went home.

Niall: 

You come home from school, and see Niall laying on the couch on his stomach. You smiled, and put a blanket on him. He stirred, and woke up. 

"Princess," he whispered. 

"What's the matter Ni?" you asked, bending down to his level, running your fingers through his soft blond hair. 

"Can you make me some soup?" Niall whispered again. 

"You alright?" Niall shook his head. 

"I don't feel good." You nodded, and fixed him some soup.

Zayn: 

You walked into your house only to hear someone puking. You walk upstairs to the bathroom, and saw Josh puking in the toilet. 

"Zayn, you alright?" Zayn stopped puking. 

"Hey, I don't want you to see this," Zayn said, closing the lid, sitting on it. You squat in front of him. 

"In sickness and in health, remember?" you smiled. 

"I guess I didn't cook that chicken well enough," Zayn told you. You nodded. 

"OK, you get into bed, and I'll get you some soup, K?" Zayn nodded, and went to lie down. You walked downstairs, and fixed him some soup. The next day, Zayn felt better.