Sick Together

Ch.1 Morning Problems

Liams POV

I woke up this morning, and to be honest, I could tell something was off with me. But that wasn't my problem right now. It was 4:30 am and I was hearing some loud retching sounds in the bathroom. I had no idea what was going on.

I quickly got up from my bed and made my way to the washroom to see what was making that sound. I was pretty sure someone got sick. I mean, you don't really hear loud coughing sounds then liquid falling into something just in the blue. Someone here was sick. It was only me, Louis, Zayn Harry, and Niall. No one was driving the bus right now because we were just outside our venue so I didn’t really understand how someone could get sick like that.

I just didn't know who. It wasn't me, it wasn't Zayn, he was in the next bunk right beside me sleeping heavily in his blankets. Thats probably why he wasn't awoken, because he was a heavy sleeper.

I wasn't sure about Niall, Harry and Louis though. Their curtains in front of their bunks were closed so I couldn't see. Zayn was too tired to close his.

I quickly got up and ran to the back of the bus seeing some wet drops of what seemed like vomit on the floor I also smelt it all over the bus. I’m surprised that smell hadn't woken me up before from the noise. I wanted to go directly in the bathroom to see what was happening, but the door was closed.

I knocked to see if anyone would answer the door but no one answered. It was locked but the bus bathroom light was definitely on. Instead of an answered door, I heard the reappearance of what definitely was vomit. It was smelling pretty bad too. I was starting to feel even more sick with the stench and the noise of sick.

I wasn’t really feeling all that good myself. I had a slight headache. I knew it was nothing for now, but when I got headaches it always triggered more things in me like nausea and most of the time I usually got a cold after a headache. I hoped this headache wasn’t one of those headaches. All I really wanted to do was huddle up into my blankets and sleep it off. That always worked.

I knocked on the door again once I heard nothing else, and no one answered again.

“Hello?” I asked knocking on the door. I wasn’t sure what was going on. No one was answering but then I knocked even harder again and then I heard a bit of a click and the door finally opened. And to my surprise, what was revealed behind it was a bunch of sick in the sink, the toilet and the floor. But that wasn’t all. Harry was there bent over the toilet and he looked horrible.

His hair was tied up in a bun and he was bent over with his knees on his thighs over the toilet sweating. His saliva was dripping from his mouth into the toilet and every time he closed his eyes to blink, he would barely be able to open them. He looked so drained.

“Oh god. Harry are you okay?”

All I got as an answer was another round of sick. I rubbed his back as he continued vomiting up everything he ate for the past 24 hours. Or what seemed like, the past week. His body may have been tiny, but it seemed to have been holding plenty right now.

“You good now?” I asked getting concerned.

He had bags underneath his eyes, his nose was running, and he looked so tired. I wondered what had happened to him. I mean, throughout the concert he did look really off at some points, but I thought he was just really tired. We all had tired days.

“My stomach hurts.” he said curling up in a ball on the bathroom floor.

“What did you eat?” I asked examining him again.

“Nothing bad.” he said sitting on the toilet lid rubbing his stomach.

“Do you feel like you’re gonna be sick again?”