One Direction Sickfics (requests welcome)

He's Sick at Work (Liam)

For all my Liam's girls...

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"How was work?" you asked your fiancé as he walked through the front door.

"Pretty good," Liam responded, "Nancy and Tate were both out today".

"Aww no," you said. Lately, there was a stomach virus going around the studio where the boys worked and everyone was dropping like flies. Even Niall and Harry had both missed days after coming down with it. The only problem was that you knew if your fiancé came down with it, he would try his best to hide it and keep it a secret. You knew that big, strong Liam wouldn't tell you if he felt ill at all.

"Anyways, you ready to go, honey?" you asked him.

"Yep". You both were planning on going out to dinner that night.

The two of you then hopped in the car and headed to Nando's (a/n I couldn't think of anywhere else. Lol sorry! :')) for supper.

Once you had gotten your plates from your server, the two of you then dug in and enjoyed your food with a nice conversation.

At one point during the evening, you noticed that Liam's complexion was a little off from his usual self. Obviously you knew him quite well since you had been together so many years. "You okay?" you asked him, "you're looking a bit peaky."

Liam looked up from his plate. "Mmm hmm," he nodded, "just tired".

"Okay we can get outta here in a couple minutes if ya want."

"Can we?"

"Sure baby. Lemme just get the check."

"No I got it babe. Don't worry 'bout it."

"Oh okay."

~Liam's POV~

Y/n and I had gone out to our favorite restaurant, Nando's, this particular evening in order to spend some time together and catch up, since we don't see each other as much anymore due to our work schedules. The only was that I was starting not to feel my best.

Truthfully, all day I was not feeling a hundred percent, but I just shook it off assuming that I was just worn out from the work week. I guess I was wrong because, after y/n offered to pick up the check, a wave a extreme nausea rushed through me. "Mind if I use the restroom babe?" I asked her.

She smiled. "No problem! Go right ahead." I absolutely couldn't let her see that I was about to be sick.

I quickly rushed away from our table to find the bathrooms in the back of the restaurant. Luckily, no one else was in the bathroom. However, I locked a stall behind me just in case.

It didn't take long for another force of nausea to move through me causing me to lose all of the chicken I just ate only a few minutes earlier.

After I was sure I was done being sick, I flushed the toilet and proceeded to go and wash my mouth out in one of the sinks.

When I finally returned to y/n's and my table, I guess y/n noticed that something was once more off about me. This time she asked, "are you sure you're feeling okay? You're lookin' a little green."

"Really?" I lied.

"Mmm hmm. Anyways, ready to go?"

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Once we were back at the house, y/n asked if I wanted to watch a movie with her. I accepted this invitation and sat with her, though I really just wanted to get to bed now. I had to do this so she wouldn't think anything was wrong with me.

After the movie, however, I told her I was going up for the night. "Okay. I'll be up in a bit as well," she told me.

Y/n cuddled up to me like she always did. Usually I'd fall asleep shortly along with her, but my stomach was starting to churn even more than it already was. I swallowed the queasy feeling in my throat and closed my eyes.

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The next morning both of our alarms went off at the same time. "Morning baby." Y/n rolled over to face me. "How'd ya sleep?" she asked.

"Fine," I replied kissing the top of her forehead. After this, I rolled over placing my feet on the floor to stand up. As I stood up, dizziness swept through me. Although this was true, I couldn't let y/n tell that I was possibly coming down with something, so I got dressed as fast as I could and hurried out the door for work.

On the way to the studio, I had to pull the car over a few times to catch a breath of fresh air.

Once I arrived at the studio, I met up with the rest of the boys well all of them except Zayn. Apparently he had come down with the same virus that everyone was coming down with at the studio and Perrie was taking care of him.

Today at the studio, we were just writing. I couldn't really focus though as the floor seemed to be moving up and down. Again, my body had had enough. I could feel that awful feeling rising in my throat. I quickly excused myself as I got up and rushed to the bathroom before anyone could tell that something was wrong.

Like the previous night I stumbled into one of the stalls and only had to gag a few times before my previous meal made a recurrence in the bowl in front of me. Well, at this point it was only like the granola bar I had grabbed on my way out. I flushed the toilet and hurried back to the little room in which the four of us were.

Once back in the room, I just sat there staring at the clock hoping time would go by faster so that I could go home.

"You haven't said much, Li. What do ya think?" I heard Louis say, snapping me out of the sort of trance.

"Umm, I..." Before I could even give any sort of answer, I let out a burp and clasped a hand over my mouth.

"Here buddy." Niall, who was sitting next to me, grabbed the bin in the nearby corner of the room and held it under my chin. I gagged and spit into it, as nothing was coming out at this point.

"Sorry mate." Louis walked around the side of the table and started patting my back.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry leave the room his phone in hand.

~Your POV~

I was getting ready to leave my job for my lunch break when I got a call from Hazza. He filled me in on the situation with Liam and told me to come as soon as I could.

As I pulled into the parking lot I saw the three boys along with Liam laying on a bench outside of the studio.

"Heys guys," I said running up to them. "Hey baby," I said then crouching down to Liam. "When did you start feeling sick?"

"The restaurant."

"The restaurant? Oh baby! I would've never made you go to work today if I knew you were sick!" I stroked his hair. Then, I helped him up and thanked the boys before leaving.

Once back home, I helped my fiancé change his clothes and climb into our bed. I heard him begin to cry a little as I left the room to go get him some medicine. With this, I turned back around and went to sit next to him. "Baby?"

"Go aw-way," he chocked, "I don't want you to see me like this".

I frowned. "Aww hon." I laid down next to him and pulled him into me. "You know I wouldn't ever judge you. I love you."

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Okay, so that concludes the "he's sick at work" series. I really hope y'all enjoyed it!

Request for anonymous coming next!