(Harry's P.O.V.)
I woke up drenched in sweat feeling a cold chill move down my spine. I wrapped my blanket around me tighter and looked over at the clock. It was 2 in the morning. I looked over my shoulder finding Liam still sound asleep in his bed. I grabbed my water sitting on the night stand and took a drink but then immediately felt it slosh around in my stomach. I set the cup back down and pressed my hand to my now very nauseous belly. I rubbed my stomach gently trying to calm it down but I didn't seem to be succeeding. The nauseous feeling in my stomach then started to overtake my whole body. I got up quickly only to be stopped by the dizziness that had now added itself to my sudden ailments. I stabled myself on the wall holding my stomach trying my best to make my way to the toilet before I made a mess on the floor. I stumbled forward drawing up what little strength I had to make a mad dash for the toilet. I tried to shut the door behind me but I didn't get it shut all the way before a feel to my knees and began retching over the water. I tried to tuck my hair behind my ears before the next heave hit me but I was unsuccessful. More of my dinner from the night before made its way back up my throat and it was far less satisfying coming back up. I didn't even hear Liam open the door. He pulled back my hair and placed himself behind me.
"Aww Harry," he whispered. "Why didn't you wake me?" he asked softly. I felt a bit of relief knowing that Daddy Directioner was my roommate for the night. I heaved again bringing up more of my stomach contents.
"I didn't have time," I explained out of breath.
"Poor thing," he whispered. I gagged again, hard this time and my whole body shook. Liam rubbed my back and whispered in my ear until I could finally catch my breath. "You all done Hazza?" he asked me.
"For now," I groaned. Liam helped me to my feet, flushing the toilet for me and led me back out to my bed.
"You feel warm I'm going to take your temperature," he informed me. He shut my eyes feeling completely exhausted. He came back and sat down on my bed putting the thermometer in my ear gently. He pulled it out several seconds later. "102.2" he sighed. I groaned feeling terrible. "I'll ring Paul in the morning and see if he can get you some medicine," Liam told me pushing my hair off my sweaty face. I nodded. I felt him stand up. "Try to get some more sleep." He placed the trash bin next to my bed. I stopped him before he walked away.
"Wait, Liam."
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Will you lay with me for a while, please?" He smiled a little and then nodded. He got in bed with me pulling me in close to him. He wrapped his arms around me then started pressing gently on my stomach, slowly rubbing in circles. I sighed and let my eyes shut.
"That feel good?" he whispered. I nodded. "Sleep." I took a deep breath and I was asleep within minutes.
(Liam's P.O.V.)
Poor Harry was really ill. I would have to call Paul in the morning he couldn't travel like this. I'd let the other boys know too so they could help. I knew they would want to know. I felt terrible for him. He was pretty warm so he would probably need fever reducers, something for his stomach defiantly, maybe just a general cold and flu just to cover everything. I sat there running every possible solution in my head I didn't realize I had been up for another hour. I looked over at the clock and it was almost three. Harry started to whimper in his sleep. I gently pressed my hand to his stomach and they seemed to calm him down. I needed to get some sleep as well. I didn't realize how tired I was. I shut my eyes for what seem like a few seconds until I heard Harry calling my name. I sat up quickly finding him clutching the bin I had left him.
