Harry Styles Sickfics

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"Ecited Harry?" Louis asked as they entered the building. It was full of famous singers and record producers.

"Yeah. Looking forward to singing the new song." He replied nervously.

You see..Harry wasn't feeling too good. As the day went on he felt sicker. He thought it was just nerves, but now he's not so sure.

They found their table and  sat down next to each other. On their table was Harry's manager, Jeff, Jeff's girlfriend, Zayn, Harry's sister Gemma, Niall and Liam, who all came to support Harry.

"No drinking til after the performance. " Jeff reminded Harry.  Not that he felt like drinking anyway.

The show started, being shown on live TV. A few awards were given out and then it was time for Harry's song.

"Now it's time for some music. Singing his new single, falling...Harry Styles!" The host introduced him.

Harry appeared on stage. He wore a beautiful white outfit with lace gloves, and was shoeless as he stood in water.

As he sang, he felt his stomach cramp. He had to focus on his lyrics and be professional. 

Louis was watching, from his seat, at the big screens. His boyfriend looked gorgeous, but he was worried. Thinking he looked uncomfortable.

Harry carried on, but near the end, he felt a wave of nausea hit him hard. He had to stop singing, missed a few words, having to cover his mouth. He regained his composure as the wave passed and managed to finish the song.

The audience clapped and cheered and the fans at the back screamed for him.

Harry smiled and turned to move off of the stage.

He felt another wave hit him and had to run.

There was no way he could make it to the toilets as they were ages away. He couldn't help but to throw up backstage, as a few people came to check on him.

Louis had arrived back stage.

"Harry love. Oh my God are you ok?" He said as Harry threw up again.

"Shit." He replied, sweat pouring down his face. "I need to change." The outfit hadn't helped. It was heavy and made him so hot.

Louis helped him to his dressing room.

"Sit down baby." He fetched him a water bottle and Harry took tiny tiny sips.

He started stripping off as Louis helped take his shoes off.

"Are you feeling better? Did you feel sick before?"

"I'm not feeling fabulous." He replied as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"Felt sick most of the day. Thought it was nerves."

"Why didn't you tell me love?"

"What could you gave done? I had to perform." Harry said sadly.

"I...I don't know. But I could've given you some medicine to make you feel better. You know we have to go back out there for interviews?" Louis said.

Harry sighed. "Yeah. Don't know why, when I'm not gonna win an award."

"It's all so people watch at home I'm afraid. I hate it."

Harry got out of the outfit and put his next suit on. It was a gorgeous sunflower coloured suit, with matching shirt. A lilac coloured scarf around his neck to set the outfit off.

"You look absolutely gorgeous Harry. So...very...beautiful." Louis said between kisses.

"We need to go." Harry said, reading a message from Jeff.

Louis took his hand and they went back to their seats.

"You ok Harry?" Jeff asked. Harry nodded.

He wasn't though. Harry stomach was churning and this outfit was making him feel too hot. The scarf not helping matters.

More singers sang their latest tunes. More awards given. Harry felt sicker and sicker.

"How much longer?" He asked Louis who was looking more concerned.

The host of the show came over, taking a seat next to Harry. He asked a few questions. They were funny ones and Harry did his best to be his usual funny, charming self. But inside he felt like he was dying.

The interview went on too long for Harry's liking. His stomach was cramping again, another wave of nausea hit him badly.

He stopped answering the questions as Jeff was frantically trying to get the interview finished.

Harry suddenly stood up and wanted to run but his stomach cramped so badly that he had no chance to move. He leant over and threw up not two feet from his seat.

The cameras cut away from them as Louis grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him out of the room.

They made it to the toilets. Harry sat in front of one and threw up again.

Louis rubbed his back.

"Shit Harry.  This isn't just nerves is it?" He said sadly.

Harry shook his head. His stomach hurt so bad and now he had embarrassed himself in front of millions of viewers. He could see the headlines right now.

"HARRY STYLES TV VOMITTING SHOCKER!"

He cried.

" it's ok baby. I'm taking you home. I'll look after you."

Harry flushed the toilet got up, washed his hands, rinsed his mouth and hugged Louis.

As they walked out the door, they were met with Jeff.

"I'm taking him home. He's obviously not well." Louis told him.

"Ok. Hope you feel better tomorrow.  Take care of him Louis."

He nodded and took Harry outside.

Harry breathed in the cold London night air. Filling his lungs.

They went to Louis' car and he drove them the short distance home.

Harry showered and got into bed. Louis came in not long after with some camomile tea.

"Here you go love. Feeling any better?" He got into bed next to Harry.

"Yeah. Just tired and embarrassed."

"Don't worry. It'll be old news soon enough. Drink your tea and get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day. Love you."

"Thank you for looking after me. Love you loads Lou.

Thankyou to Catherine Gibbs for the prompt.

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