One Direction Sickfics

X-Factor sickness

Requested by: @Urlocal_bookaholic

Liam's POV

Everyone falls a little under the weather from time to time. You usually just take the next couples days off work or school and rest up and you're all good. However it's a little bit different when you're in this band trying to win a huge singing competition that could possibly change your life forever. Of course no one expected us to get sick around this time, but leave it to us five to figure it out.

At first I just woke up with what I thought was a dry throat. I felt a little stuffy but sometimes it's normal for me to wake up like that and usually I'm fine by the afternoon. That's what I expected to happen this morning but that however was not the case. I had taken an allergy medicine thinking that's all that this was, and left to go get ready for practice with the boys.

By around noon I was completely congested and couldn't breathe out of my nose, I had a horrible headache, and I felt a little nauseous. As dreadful as I felt I wasn't going to say anything because we really needed to practice. Plus Simon wouldn't be too happy with me if I tried to leave early just because I felt ill. But as time went by I was slowly starting to feel worse and worse. I was just about to work up the courage to say something to someone when Harry had suddenly doubled over puking. It wasn't a pretty sight and everyone started rushing over to assist him. Of course I went to check on him as well even though the sight of vomit didn't help my uneasy stomach either.

Harry was extremely pale and one of staff felt his forehead and claimed that he was burning with a fever. Harry was even shaking a bit as well so of course they made him go back to his home to rest. Now I couldn't say anything or else I'd be accused of faking more than likely.

"You alright Payno?' Niall asked with his thick Irish accent.

"Yeah jus' worried about Harry." I smiled.

"He'll be alright, probably just a little bug he's got." Niall says.

"Yeah." I replied.

As time went on my stomach was feeling more and more uneasy. A couple times I had to sit down because I thought I was about to pass out. No one else seemed to notice my uneasiness and unusual behavior which I suppose is a good thing. But I wanted nothing more than to just go home and crawl into bed.

"Alright boys, I think you've earned yourselves a break. You can come back later in the evening alright?" Simon says.

We all nodded and started packing up. I didn't waste any time grabbing my stuff and making a run for it to my car. The drive back to our shared house was a complete blur. I don't remember the journey back home but the only thing that mattered now was that I was there. I jumped out of my car and fiddled with the keys on my keychain until I found the one that unlocked the house.

The second I walked in though I was hit with the stench of vomit followed by the sound of gagging. I ventured further into the house until I finally came across Harry sat pitifully in the middle of the hallway gagging over a pile of vomit. I couldn't help but coo at the sight.

"Harry what happened?" I walked over to him and rubbed his back.

He nearly jumped in fright but his eyes softened as soon as he saw that it was just me.

"I felt sick but when I started walking to the bathroom I got really dizzy and fell. I couldn't hold it in for any longer and threw up." Harry explained.

His eyes were red and glazed over and he was still very shaky. His voice wavered as he spoke and I could tell that the lad really did not feel well.

"Do you still feel like you may be sick?" I asked.