One Direction Sickfics

Niall faking- for cadymn

I couldn't help but feel a little lonely and left out as I sneaked a glimpse over at the lads, all squished together on one couch while I sat on my own in an armchair. 

We were at Liam's place at the moment, he was getting over a flu bug and despite his exclamations of being fine on his own we had decided to check in on him anyway, knowing that he usually down-played things a bit when it came to being sick.

 Sure enough we were greeted by a deathly pale and trembling like a leaf in the wind Liam when we'd turned up yesterday afternoon.

He seemed to be getting better now though, he was quietening down and he hadn't thrown up since the late hours of last night. We'd been up with him all night and it didn't feel like a chore. He'd done the same for use more times than we could count and it was a rare occasion for the big and strong Liam Payne to get sick so we figured we might as well take advantage of it.

He'd had all of our attention for the past eighteen hours. It was a long time to go, surrounded by people but not actually being spoken to apart from the odd, 'Niall, can you grab the thermometer,' or, 'Niall, grab him some socks.' Being sick wasn't pleasant at all, but there were definitely a few perks. Like being comforted and looked after twenty-four-seven. I was getting seriously attention-starved.

Louis yawned and rubbed his eyes, "is anybody else hungry?" 

Harry stuck a hand in the air, "I am."

"I'll go whip something up. . . " Liam went to go stand up but Louis gently pushed him back into the couch.

"Nope, you're staying here. You're still sick," Louis said.

 Liam rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to argue.
"Plus, we don't want your germs," Harry added with a wink.

Liam smiled a bit. That was probably a good point. "Whatever."

Louis stood up and stretched, "what are you feeling like, Ni? Pancakes? Eggs?"

"No thanks, I'm fine," I blurted out my automatic response as I shook myself out of my daydream. It caused a minor identity crisis in my head, when was the last time I had turned down food? 

Harry's head cocked to the right ever so slightly as he scanned me up and down. He frowned, "are you feeling okay?" 

"Uh, yeah I just-" I paused, realising how this could pan out. If I was sick then I'd finally get some attention. It was childish and immature but I couldn't stop myself from shaking my head slowly.

"What's wrong? Do you feel like throwing up?" Louis asked, peering down at me with a frown. 
I shrugged in response, knotting my hands together in my lap. It was the best I could do for now, the lie had been so sudden I wasn't entirely sure if I was going to be able to pull it off.

"I'm so sorry, Niall," Liam said, looking absolutely distraught. I should've known it'd cut him up, knowing he'd made one of us ill. I shrugged again.

Harry nudged him softly, "it's not your fault, Li, don't worry about it. We can look after Niall." 
Liam gave a heavy sigh and coughed into his elbow a few times before looking over to me, "well, welcome to the party then."

Louis perched on the end of my arm chair and I instantly slouched against him, resisting from sighing in relief at he physical contact. "So what's actually going on Ni? You just not feeling good?" he asked.
"My head and tummy hurt," I said quietly, "and my throat." 

"Are you warm?" Harry said as he reached over the gap between the couch and the armchair and laid a hand on my forehead softly. "You don't feel it, but I guess it'll kick in soon." He sighed and glanced over at Louis, "that's two down, I hope you had your flu shots Lou."