One Direction Sickfics

Sick parts one and two

When I woke up this morning I knew that I'd finally fallen victim to catch the nasty virus that already had the rest of the band incapable of even speaking. I was really hoping I'd managed to get away with not catching it, but I supposed that was wishful thinking. 

It hit Louis first, he'd been a mess of headaches, coughs and fevers for five days now. He seemed to be coming out the other side now so that was good, apart from the fact that he got Niall sick only two days later and Harry had admitted to feeling unwell yesterday.

The lot of us getting sick was a big fat disruption to the recording we were meant to be doing for the upcoming album, which was a bit of a bummer because we were all really excited about it.  Management wasn't happy about it either but I guess it happens, it's not like we could help getting sick.

I rolled over and yawned, wincing at the stinging sensation in my throat. It wasn't that bad, but judging on how Niall still clutched at his throat when he tried to even utter a single word it would probably get worse. It wasn't my throat that warned me that I sick though, it was the fact that I couldn't really breathe through my nose at all. It felt as if it was blocked up all through my sinuses and into my brain.

I lazily glanced at the digital numbers on the clock on the bedside table. 7:12. It was quite early still, it was unlikely that the other would wake before ten. None of them had been exactly chipper for the past few days anyway, the only movement being getting medicine or going to the bathroom really.

How would I know?
We're living in the same place at the moment, through the song writing and recording it was just easier.

I sighed wearily, trying to figure whether on not I should get up. My brain was kind of clouded by the congestion but in the end I made the decision on getting up, I wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep anyway so what was the point in lying there just staring at the ceiling?

I slowly got up out of bed and was grateful to find that some of the fog in my head faded when I was on my feet. I made my way out to the lounge, plopping down onto the big piece of furniture and snuggling into the arm as I switched on the TV. It flickered to life, the volume on full blast. Loud crackly groans echoed from all around the house as my eyes widened and I hurriedly turned it down.

"Sorry guys!" I called apologetically, sounding more than a little stuffed up.

"Ah- achoo, hep-shoo, huh- huchew- choo-" Harry started from his room, the sneezes seemingly going on forever. He had been like this since last night, long fits of sneezes randomly sprung up on him. It wasn't the quietest thing in the world. If everyone wasn't awake before, they sure as hell were now.

As expected, Louis came into the lounge ten minutes later looking exhausted. His face was still pale, hair still sweaty and eyes still squinted but believe it or not he looked way better than he had a few days ago. He pulled the thick blanket that was wrapped around him closer as he trudged toward the couch, stopping for a second to shoot me an unimpressed look.

"Thanks for waking me up from the first proper sleep I've had in days Li, how nice of you." He rolled his eyes sarcastically as he melted into the cushions next to me. His voice was rough and low but at least he could talk now.

"Sorry," I apologised again. Louis swiveled around a bit and ran his eyes over me.

"You're sick aren't ya?"
"Think so," I sighed, my breath hot. I groaned internally, I hated having hot breath, don't know why but I just did not like it at all.

He smiled tiredly, "welcome to the party."

"I'm alright though, I can still look after the rest of you."
I nodded in determination. As expected of the caretaker of the group, I'd been the one running around for the last few days after the boys and I wasn't planning on stopping now because of a blocked nose.
No way.