Liam: cough cough cough. Liams horrible cold is making him miserable. When he is sick he says he is ok but he is really not. I made him some of my mom secret chicken noodle soup. Carefully I open the door to our bedroom. There lays Liam surrounded by dirty tissues.
"Oh is that your mom chicken noodle soup?" He manages to get out before he has a sneezing fit. I place the bowl on the nightstand and give him a tissue. "Yes Li it is. I know you love it." I kiss on top of his head. He is burning up. Dark circles form under his lashes. His tan skin is now whiter than a ghost. "How are you feeling?" "Im fine. I should be over this soon. I should be ok in the next few days." He sits up to get the bowl like he is in good health. "I know your miserable no need to cover it up." I gently drag my fingertip along the side of his cheek. "Thanks babe. I love you." He slurps the noodle. The end hits his nose. "I love you to." I slip out of the room and head downstairs so he can have some quiet time.
Niall: when Niall is sick all he wants is to snuggle and very very needy. I'm sitting next to the warm fire reading my favorite book.
"Babeeeeee!" I groan. He is probably going to ask a refill on his soup or give him crackers. I open the door and see Niall laying on his stomach with his feet on his pillow. Don't ask me why because I'm confuse also. "Babe why are you laying like that?" I walk over to him and gently put his pounding head back on the pillow. "Please sleep with me." Niall demands "Nialler I don't want to get sick. I have work all this week. I cant risk it." He quickly grabs my wrist before I can walk away. "Babyyy." He sniffles. I tug on my arm but he won't budge. Now he takes the other hands and grabs my waist. It's pathetic to look at. He is so sick. "Niall" I mock "hey don't you dare mock me." Right after that he starts sneezing.
I took that chance I squirm out of his death grip and ran out of there. "I LOVE YOU BABE BUT I HAVE TO WORK!" I yell outside. He just groan in response. I continue to read my book.
Louis: he doesn't even try to stay in the bed. Right now I'm chasing him around our flat. He is yelling "IM SUPERMAN AND I DONT GET SICK!" His voice cracked. With his childish mind he tied a red towel around his neck for a cape. "Well Superman needs some sleep and medicine so he WONT get sick." I remarked. I corner my delusional boyfriend. "Ok if I go to bed and take the medicine you brought me before I escape would you give me a kiss?" He pucker his bottom lip out. I try not to give in but it's the only way. "Yes Superman I'll give you a kiss." With that said he sprint upstairs yelling "I GET A KISS FROM MY SUPERWOMAN!" I ran after him laughing my ass off. I reach our room. He sits cross cross on the messy bed with his lips pucker out and eyes close. "Uh uh uh no medicine no kiss." "What?!" "You have to take your meds that the doctor gave you then I'll kiss you." I can see he hates the deal. "Fine" he swallows the pills. He was good I lean over to give him his reward. He smashes he lips into mine. His teasing fingers travel up and down my arms and then under my shirt. I quickly pull away before anything else happens. "Hey don't do that. But I'll lay down with my hero." He puff his chest out and made room for me in the bed. Let's just say I couldn't go see my family the next day.
Harry: "babe" I ignore him "Babe." He says a little louder "BAbe." He will stop "BABE!!!!" He try's to yell but his voice cracks. I give up. I put the movie on pause and walk to my bedroom. I know what he is going to say. The door was already open so I walk in.
"Can you please do it for me? I'm sick and you got to do what the sick boy wants." He gives me the puppy dog eyes "no Harry. If I strip in front of you. You'll get turn on and that will go to other things. I don't want to get sick. So suck it." Before I can leave I feel hands on my hips. He spins me around. His eyes are drowsy, the has a Rudolph red nose. His voice is all scratchy. "Please babe. I'll contain my boner. I just can't help it. I have the sexiest girl alive. I love you so much." His fingers unclasp my bra. "Fine so lay down and I'll give you a show." I mumble against his ear Happily he skips over to the bed and get comfortable. Well here goes nothing.
Zayn: when zayn is sick. He sleeps it off.
