(Niall's P.O.V.)
I slowly rolled over in bed trying not to wake my sleeping girlfriend. I had gone to bed feeling more drained than normal. Now I was lying awake at two in the morning fighting off the nausea in my stomach. We had a crazy busy day today with an interview, sound check then a concert that night. I carefully got out of bed, checking to make sure Y/N was still sleeping. I walked into the hotel bathroom and closed the door behind me. I went to the sink and splashed my face with cold water. When I looked at myself in the mirror I looked absolutely dreadful. I searched around and Y/N's bag hoping she had some medicine. To my luck she did. I gulped down a capful of the pink medicine then crawled back in bed with her.
When my alarm went off a few hours later not only did my stomach still hurt but now my head was pounding. I quickly shut off the alarm and got out of bed. Y/N rolled over and rubbed her eyes.
"Morning Nialler," she smiled.
"Morning beautiful, I'm gonna get in the shower real quick," I smiled trying to act normal. I went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. Before I got in a gulped down some more medicine. The longer I stood in the shower to more nauseous I got. I got out and started to get dressed. I was avoiding Y/N because I knew she would notice how awful I looked. Unfortunately, I was unsuccessful. I was packing up the rest of my things when she came up to me. She knelt down and kissed my cheek then pulled back.
"Nialler you feeling ok? You feel a bit warm," she said putting her hand on by head.
"I'm fine, yeah," I lied. She wasn't buying it.
"Are you sure Niall, you look a bit pale," she persisted.
"Promise," I lied again. I hated lying to her but I really couldn't afford for anything to know I was sick. She didn't ask again but I knew she wasn't fooled. When we got all of our things in our suitcases we walked down to meet up with the other boys who were eating breakfast. The smell of the food made my stomach turn. But I knew I had to eat. I reluctantly filled my plate and forced myself to eat it.
"We've got to get moving boys we've got that interview at nine," Liam told us. We all got up and made out way to the bus. I sat down next to Y/N and laid my head on her shoulder. She ran her fingers through my hair while she talked to Louis. I shut my eyes and focused on my breathing hoping to keep my stomach where it belonged. I must have dozed off because next thing I knew Y/N was waking me up.
"Hey bud, we're here." I opened my eyes and sat up. "You sure you're feeling alright?" she asked one last time.
"Just tired. Didn't sleep well last night." That wasn't a complete lie. She nodded then kissed me.
"Alright buddy, good luck." She stayed on the bus while the boys and I got ready. I went in first so I had some time to relax before the interview. My breakfast tossed around in my stomach and I was worried about being sick. When Lou was done with me I hid in from the other boys in the bathroom. I had become extremely nauseous and that seemed like the safest place for me. After sitting on the floor for about ten minutes I felt my throat get tight as I began to gag. I turned my head over the toilet as my breakfast made its way back up my throat. I retched painfully for a few minutes before I felt well enough to stand again. I made my way back to the boys pretending that nothing had happened.
"Hey there you are, where you been?" Liam asked.
"Just walking around," I lied.
"You all ready then?" Liam asked. I nodded. We were led into a room and sat down on a couch and waited for the women interviewing us to come in. I stayed pretty quiet while the others boys chatted to each other. They didn't seem to notice. When the women came into the room the other boys got quiet.
