I really like this one so I hope you guys do too.
(Niall's P.OV.)
I woke up early in the morning in my hotel room with a splitting headache and persistent pain in my stomach. I groaned rolling over on my side. I felt fine when we went to bed. I started gently rubbing my aching belly hoping that it would bring some comfort it seemed to help for a while. I got out of bed and got myself a bottle of water that I started sipping on. It worked for a while but soon I felt my stomach try to send up what was in it. I brought my hand to my mouth and took a few deep breaths trying to calm it down but it had other ideas. It seized up causing me to gag into my hand and I jumped up sprinting to the toilet. I barely made it before I began spewing into the water. I coughed and gagged several times as my stomach tried to rid itself of all that I had eaten the day before. When I was finished I flushed away my dinner and got up and brushed my teeth, ridding my mouth of the horrid taste. My whole body ached and all I wanted to do was sleep. I got back in bed and drifted back to sleep.
(Liam's P.O.V.)
My alarm went off at 7:00 like it did every morning. I turned it off and got up out of bed. I knew I would need to wake the other boys up. I started with Harry who was right next door. I pounded on his door until he opened it letting me know I was up. Then I went to Louis's door. He was far less pleasant in the morning.
"It's too fucking early for this Liam," he shouted through the door.
"Good morning Louis, I'll see you at breakfast," I called back. I heard him groan. I moved to Niall's room last. I knocked on the door waiting for an answer. His room was quiet. I knocked again. "Niall, it's time to get up mate." Still no answer. I pulled out the spare key to his room and opened the door. The boys gave me all their spare keys for exactly this reason. I walked into his room and found him curled up in bed. I shook him slightly. "Nialler." He opened his eyes and groaned. "It's time to get up pal."
"I'm not feeling well," he muttered in his pillow. I instantly became worried. I knelt down beside his bed.
"Hey look at me." He turned to look at me. He was a bit pale but not too bad. I put my hand on his head fever for a fever but he felt normal. "I don't think you have a fever mate. What doesn't feel well?"
"My head hurts and my stomach. I threw up last night." I felt bad for him.
"Alright buddy why don't you rest a bit more. You can skip breakfast if you aren't feeling well." He nodded. I stood up and rubbed his back before leaving his room. I got myself ready before making my way down to the dining room to meet the other two. Harry was already down there. He was reading a paper and drinking a cup of tea I sat down across from him.
"Morning Liam," he said without looking up.
"Morning Haz." Louis made his way down and sat with us. He looked around noticing Niall was missing.
"Where's blondie?" Louis asked.
"He's not feeling very well this morning. I told him he could skip breakfast." Harry looked up from his paper.
"Niall's sick?" Harry asked with concern.
"Said his stomach hurt and that he threw up last night," I shrugged.
"Oh come on Liam, you know what he's doing don't you?" Louis asked. I looked over at him. "He's done this before. He doesn't want to do the interview before the show tonight." Now that Louis said that, this isn't the first time Niall has lied about being sick to get out of an interview.
