One Direction Sickfics

Harry stomach flu- for harrysjuicecleanse

I'm pretty sure I'm dying.

Well not really but I'm beginning to feel like it, like pure and utter death.
We had just finished one of the biggest afternoon concerts we'd ever performed and were on the way back to the bus now. People were still screaming and shouting from all directions and the lads were still pumped but I just couldn't find it in myself to get into it. 

I could feel my hair sticking to my forehead and as much as I hoped it was just from the heat on stage, I couldn't help but feel like it was more likely from fever. I felt like my stomach was trying to escape up my throat and my head was beginning to throb in one long and pounding continuous beat. 

Unfortunately I didn't have the time to be falling ill right now.. We had concerts for the next week and all sorts of stuff in between, stuff that I couldn't afford to miss.
We all clambered onto the bus and I used the last of my strength to yank the door shut behind me, successfully block out the painful noise.

"That was amazing!" Niall exclaimed as he threw himself onto the couch. His eyes were lit up like Christmas lights and his smile stretched all the way across his face. He looked like a little kid on his birthday.
"Hell yeah!" Liam smirked happily, leaning on the counter-top.

They chattered for the next five minutes about the show and I really did try to join in but I felt lame and just completely miserable by this point. I was acting nothing like how I usually would and it was only a matter of time before someone ask-
"Harry, are you alright?" Louis question, gazing at me with a frown. This caused everyone else to look at me and I felt awkward under their stares.

"Sheesh, you're not looking so hot mate. . ."
Niall's eyes wide eyes made me chuckle despite how I was feeling, "thanks Ni, that makes me feel so much better."
"What's wrong?" Liam asked worriedly.
"It's just a stomachache, I probably ate something bad," I replied stubbornly, not wanting to even suggest that I was sick.
"Yeah, that's why you're as white as a sheet," Louis sassed. I just shrugged, I didn't have the energy to fight back.

 A sudden swell of nausea swept through me and I gulped deeply, resting hand on my churning stomach. Then my lunch lurched up into my throat and I gagged into my hand, barely keeping it down.
"He's gonna blow!" Someone shouted and then it was just chaos, everything was happening so fast. Liam grabbed my arm and started rushing me to the bathroom, Niall followed shouting maniacally and Louis was trying to calm me down over Niall. I wasn't really focusing on anything apart from keeping my food inside me.

I was gently pushed into the miniature bathroom and seeing the toilet just made the vomit spew out of me projectile style. And holy fuck it hurt like you wouldn't believe. The first lot pretty much missed the bowl all together and I staggered closer so that I wouldn't make any more mess before dropping to my knees and gripping the porcelain so tightly my knuckles were as white as the toilet. I retched again and the half digested pizza hit the water with a sickening splash. 

I sat there breathing heavily for a minute or so after I was done, still a little shocked. I made the mistake of looking in the toilet and I grunted, turning away quickly and flushing it away. Unfortunately I couldn't flush the smell away.

"You good now Hazza?" Louis asked and I just shook my head, the exhaustion weighing down on my shoulders. Something stirred inside me and then I was back to puking violently, the acid burning my throat something horrendous. I couldn't remember the last time I had thrown up like this, probably not since I was a kid.

Black dots danced in my vision and the room was spinning a little dizzily when I finally pulled away, struggling to get to my feet. Arms curled around me from every direction and before I knew it I was on my bunk, trying to stay awake. Liam came in and took my temperature just as I passed out, all I heard was 104-"