Harry Styles Sickfics

Migraine, Liam is a dick

"You sure you don't wanna come to the gym with us Payno?" Louis asked as he entered the living room of the mansion the five lads shared.

Liam looked up. "No mate. I wanna get this done." He replied. He was making a photo album for his parents upcoming wedding anniversary.

"Is Harry coming or not?" Niall asked.

"No. Tried waking him up and he told me to go away." Louis laughed.

"Lazy git." Zayn said, picking his gym bag up and heading to the door.

"Right. We'll be off. See you later!" Louis called as they left the house.

Harry was in bed, trying to get comfortable, but it was a waste of time. He went to bed with the tell tale signs of an impending migraine. He gets them every once in a while, and when he does, they're bad.

He groans as he rubs his temples, trying to ease the pressure. He wishes Louis hadn't gone out, as he desperately needs some cuddles. He knows Liam didn't go out though.

He picked his phone up, switching it on. The light is too bright and he hides his eyes under his arm.

Once the brightness died down, he called Liam.

"Yep." Liam answered his phone.

"Li...can you come cuddle me?" Harry whispers, a slight wobble in his voice.

Liam sighed. "Sorry Harry. I need to get this album done. Lou will be back soon."

"Please Li."

"I can't sorry. Go back to sleep or something." He hung up the phone.

Harry huffed. "Arsehole."

He called Louis, hoping that maybe they changed their minds and didn't go to the gym after all. But it went straight to voicemail. Harry put his phone down and closed his eyes.

Maybe he'd try to go back to sleep.

The pain on one side of his head was getting worse. He needed some pills, but he just couldn't get himself up and out of the bed. Every time he tried, the pain felt worse.

He picked up the phone and called Liam again.

"What now Harry?"

"I need paracetamol please." He said, quietly.

"You have legs Harry. I told you I'm too busy." He hung up again.

Harry teared up. He felt so miserable. Why is Liam being such a jerk. Harry is more than happy to help Liam when he is sick. "Bastard."

It feels like an eternity since Louis and the boys left. Harry is praying they come home soon.

He's feeling worse. Now the nausea has kicked in too. Harry hates this bit on top of everything else.

He can't help but cry. He feels like total shit and just wants someone to sit with him if nothing else.

He picks up his phone again.

"For fucks sake Harry! Can you just stop calling me!"

"C...can you sit with me? Just a little bit?" He's practically begging now.

Liam hangs up without saying a word. This time he turns his phone off. No more interruptions.

"Wanker!"

Tears are now trickling down Harry's cheeks. His stomach is in knots. He's sure he's gonna puke any time soon. He can't get up to the bathroom though. Fuck.

He knows now that he's gonna be sick and picks up his phone. It goes straight to voicemail.  Harry is sobbing now.

His stomach is cramping.