When Liam came home from the studio that night you had already started making dinner. He walked through the door and kicked off his shoes. You turned and looked at him and noticed he looked a bit off.
"Hey babe," you smiled at him.
"Hey," he replied softly. You stopped what you were doing and went over to him. He looked pale and weak which was not like Liam at all.
"Liam you alright buddy?" you asked before putting you hand on his head. You were shocked when you felt his fever burn. "Liam, babe you've got a fever." He nodded.
"I threw up twice at the studio," he explained sadly. Your heart broke hearing this.
"Why didn't you tell me Liam?" you asked softly.
"I had a lot to do today. Don't worry the boys all yelled at me to come home I just didn't." You smiled a little knowing his stubbornness.
"I'm going to assume you aren't very hungry."
"Maybe I could eat a bit of toast, might calm my stomach down a bit." You nodded
"Why don't you go lay down and I'll be up in a bit," you suggested. He nodded then slowly walked to the bedroom. You felt terrible that Liam has been sick all day and you didn't know about it. You quickly cleaned up the kitchen and made Liam a few pieces of toast and took them up to him. When you walked into the bedroom he was curled up in the blankets watch TV. You gently put you hand on his shoulder and he looked up at you.
"Thank you darling," he smiled taking the plate from your hand. He sat up and started to eat the toast slowly.
"I'll get changed and lay with you, yeah?" Liam nodded. You put on a pair of sweatpants and one of Liam's old shirts and crawled into bed with him. "How you doing buddy?" you asked running your hand down his back.
"I'm alright, might just be a 24-hour thing. I'm sure I'll be fine in the morning."
"I hope so." You kissed his cheek and he smiled a little. He ate most of the toast before putting the plate down.
"How bout we cuddle a bit?" he asked. You smiled and cuddled into him and let him wrap his arms around you.
"Get some sleep Liam. Hopefully you feel better in the morning." He hummed in response and took a deep breath. It didn't take long for both of you to fall asleep.
Liam climbed out of bed and looked at the clock. It was just after midnight. He groaned a little and made his way into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and turned on the light. He looked at himself in the mirror, taking in how pale he was. His stomach hurt more now than it did when he got home. He looked around in the cabinet for something that might settle his stomach but he was sadly disappointed. He knew he had a fever, his skin felt cold and clammy and he was shivering.
"Great," he muttered to himself. His stomach churned painfully and he lowered himself in front of the toilet. He took a few deep breaths preparing for the worst. He could feel his stomach slosh around but nothing was happening. He curled up in a ball on the floor and shut his eyes.
You rolled over expecting Liam to be there and were surprised when he wasn't. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. You noticed the light coming from under the bathroom door and stood up slowly.
"Liam?" you called through the door. "Babe you alright?"
"No," he replied weakly.
