Niall laid on his side in his hotel room with his arms wrapped around his stomach and his knees to his chest. He had been feeling miserable all night. It was now two in the morning and he hadn't been to sleep once. He was hot one minute then cold the next minute, his stomach was in knots and he felt like he could be sick at any moment. He wanted to call on of the boys but he knew they were all in bed. He whimpered as the dull pain in his stomach turned into a shooting pain. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. After another hour of sleeplessness he had had enough. Shivering under his blankets he grabbed for his phone and called one of the boys.
"Hello?"
"Haz," Niall said, his voice breaking from tears.
"Niall? What is it? It's three in the morning."
"Haz, I don't feel good," Niall cried. Harry became silent. "Can you come to my room? Please Hazza," Niall sobbed.
"Course, Nialler I'll be right there." Niall hung up the phone and continued to cry. He had begun to feel very nauseous and his stomach pain was not letting up. He didn't even hear Harry come through the door. Harry sat down on Niall's bed and slowly ran his fingers through Niall's messy hair. Niall looked up, tears still streaming down his face. Harry smiled down at him.
"Hazza," he cried. Harry wrapped his arms around his friend and rubbed his back while he cried. He was very calm and quiet, whispering softly in Niall's ear. Niall finally stopped crying and was able to catch his breath.
"Tell me what's wrong so I can help you," Harry said softly.
"My belly hurts, I feel like I could throw up. I'm hot but I'm also cold. Everything hurts," Niall explained.
"I've got some medicine for your belly, how's that sound?" Harry asked. Niall nodded. "I'll be right back." Harry stood up and walked out of Niall's room. Niall shivered waiting for him to come back. Harry was back quickly with a bottle of pills and water. "Here Nialler," Harry said handing him the pills and the water. Niall put them in his mouth and took a drink of water. He groaned as that water just sloshed around in his stomach. "Want me to stay?" Harry asked. Niall looked up at him with big sad eyes. Harry nodded and got into bed with Niall, being the big spoon. He rubbed circles on Niall's stomach hoping to bring some comfort. "That good?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Niall whispered. Soon Niall was asleep for the first time that night and Harry followed shortly after.
It was only a few hours before Niall's stomach woke him up again. It churned and growled and he feared the worst. He sat up slowly and as he did his stomach convulsed and he gagged into his hand. He jumped up quickly running to the bathroom and dropping in front of the toilet just before the first round of sick made its way up Niall's throat.
"Harry," Niall cried before being cut off by more vomit. He gagged and retched hard. "Harry!" he called again. Harry woke up hearing Niall call for him, he heard Niall's retching and jumped up quickly. He sat down behind him running his fingers through Niall hair.
"That's it Nialler, you've got to get it out," Harry whispered. Niall retched hard again coughing and choking as he tried to catch his breath. "Relax Niall, its ok."
"Hazza," Niall cried.
"I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere it's alright pal," Harry reassured him. Niall's stomach sent up more of what was still inside causing Niall to cry out in pain. He had begun sobbing which just made him gag more. "Shh, shh, Niall. It's alright. You're alright. Just listen to my voice. Relax, you're almost done." Harry repeated those words many times before Niall finally calmed down. He sat there for a while breathing heavy over the bowl but the vomiting had stopped. "You all done buddy?" Harry asked.
