(Harry's P.O.V.)
I sat in my bathroom with my head on the toilet seat. I had been throwing up all night and I felt like I had been hit by a bus. It's my birthday. The boys would be over later and God only knows what they have planned for me. I thought about calling and cancelling but the truth was I really wanted someone with me. I gagged again and lifted my head.
"Oh no," I whispered to myself. I turned my head over the bowl and retched loudly as what little was left in my stomach made a reappearance in the water. When there was nothing left to bring up I flushed it away and sat against the wall. I needed to call someone. I pulled out my phone and dialed the first number that came to mind.
"Happy Birthday Haz!" Niall's cheerful voice chimed over the voice.
"Hey Nialler." I sounded so weak.
"Harry you ok?" I could hear his voice shift from cheerful to concerned.
"Niall, I'm really sick," I told him. He paused for a minute.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"I don't know, I feel awful. Do you think you could come over now?" I asked hoping he would say yes.
"Of course I will. Do you want me to tell the other boys to stay home?"
"No, I really want you guys here. I just don't want to be alone."
"Ok Harry, I'll be there soon." I gagged a little again.
"No. Niall I've got to go," I told him quickly. I gagged again.
"Harry!" I didn't give him time to answer I hung up the phone dropping it on the floor before resuming my position over the toilet bringing up nothing but stomach acid. My whole body ached and I had started breaking out in a cold sweat. My hands trembled as heaves racked my body. Eventually I stopped bringing things up all together and I just kept dry heaving. I heard running footsteps enter the bedroom then the bathroom.
"Niall?" I asked before being cut off by another heave.
"Harry," he sighed sadly. "Aww mate you really are unwell aren't you?" He knelt down beside me and put his hand on my lower back. Just his touch was comforting. I coughed a few times then my stomach seemed to relax. "You all done Hazza?" he asked softly.
"I think so." He reached forward and flushed the toilet for me and pulled me back in his lap. I curled up onto him and let his body warm me up.
"Haz, you're burning up," he sighed.
"I'm freezing."
"You think you can make it back to bed?" I tried to stand but my legs were too weak. Niall picked me up bridle style and carried me out to my bed. When did he get so strong? He laid me down gently and covered me up. "I'll be right back." He went back to the bathroom and I heard him rustle around in the cabinet. He came back with the thermometer and put it in my mouth. My stomach cramped painfully and I groaned wrapping my arm around it. Niall stroked back the hair that was stuck to my face. His hands were comforting and gentle. He pulled the thermometer out of my mouth and his face dropped.
"How bad?" I asked.
"103.2" he sighed. "That's really high Harry." He walked back into the bathroom and came back with a cloth he had soaked in water and gently put it on my head. I sighed and let my eyes shut. "Try to relax. I'm not going anywhere." I was so exhausted. Those were the last words I heard before I drifted off to sleep.
