One Direction Sickfics

Harry faking- for larrybeiberdreams

"Liam," I murmured in the most pitiful voice I could muster up.'I forced out a rough sounding cough, letting my features fall into a tired and sluggish expression. I just needed a break a little bit of loving and attention, that's all. Don't judge, as if you haven't pulled a sickie before.

Liam glanced up from his phone, "Harry?" 

I lowered my gaze as if shy and peered up at him from underneath my lashes, "I don't feel very well."

 I felt everyone's eyes flicker over to me almost immediately. Liam's eyes crinkled and his eyebrows knitted together in a frown as he looked me up and down.

"You are looking a little pale Haz, what's up?" Liam asked, touching my forehead. He didn't say anything about it, which made sense because I didn't have a fever.

 I silently thanked my naturally pale skin. We were all hanging out on the bus, just lounging around on the couch. It was a little squished but we were all so comfortable with each other and nobody found it weird or anything. That's just how we were. We had a interview scheduled within the next couple of hours but we hadn't really given it much thought just yet. Well, I'd given it plenty of thought. I didn't want to go.

"Stomach ache, and my head hurts," I replied, squinting a little and pulling my sleeves down over my hands.
"Maybe you just ate something bad?" Louis suggested. He was sitting next to me, his legs curled up underneath him.
"Yeah, what did you have for breakfast mate?" Niall joined in the conversation, leaning over his knees so he could see me properly. 

I just shook my head slightly and slowly, "I didn't have anything."                                                                  Louis' eye shot over at me so quickly I nearly missed it. He reverted his gaze to the TV and I watched his lips curl into a hidden smile. It took me a second to realise that I'd cocked up. Louis had seen me eat a banana earlier that morning before I'd thought about planning faking sick. Fuck.

Louis didn't say anything thankfully. He caught my gaze again, eyes narrowed slightly as if trying to figure me out. I closed my eyes and turned away slightly, I guess that little lie wasn't enough to prove anything. I could've just forgotten about the banana.

Niall laughed, "then you're probably just hungry! I'll go make you a sandwich alright?"

 He grinned and busied himself in the small kitchenette,humming something to himself as he went.

"Why didn't you have any breakfast?" Liam questioned, nudging my shoulder gently. I rubbed my stomach theatrically and shrugged a shoulder, adding in a yawn for good measure.

Niall returned with the sandwich and put it on my lap with a playful roll of his eyes. "Stupid boy," he muttered with an amused smile.
I pretended to pick at the crust distastefully. I kept sneaking glances at the boys, seeing how they were reacting.
They were all back to watching the TV. Even Louis seemed to have lost interest.

So much for a little love.

I stood up slowly, carrying on with the act hanging on to the hope that I would at least get a hug.
"Where are you going? Aren't you gonna finish the sandwich?" Niall quipped.
I shrugged, "I'm going to go lay down for a bit, and I don't want it."

Liam looked up at me almost pleadingly, "you should really eat something, Haz."  

I just screwed up my face a little in response and trudged away towards the bunks.
"Call out if you need anything Hazza!" Niall called after me. I just carried on and laid down in my bunk, staring tiredly at the one above me. I knew I seemed babyish doing this but I couldn't help but be a little sad by the fact that they weren't even trying to look after me. If I was actually sick would this still happen? Would I still be suffering on my own?