One Direction Sickfics

Larry's kid sick- for Jazz1482

"Dad?"

"Dad?"

"Papa?"

"Please wake up. . ."

I blinked groggily and wiped a hand across my face. 

My beautiful husband was still asleep next to me, burning with fever but thankfully asleep. He had contracted some kind of stomach bug within the past 24 hours and had been feeling reasonably poorly, resulting in the both of us taking the day off together, which I was in no way complaining about.

If Harry was asleep, why was I awake? I could've sworn I heard a voice.

"Papa?"

One of the twins.

I eased my arm out from underneath Harry carefully and sat up on an elbow, trying to adjust to the darkness surrounding me. There wasn't a speck of light in the room and even after a minute or so I could only just make out the shape of the furniture.

"Dad?"

She was behind the closed door.

I was a little confused as to why one of the twins was even up and about this early in the morning as it had been a fair few years since they hadn't been able to sleep through the night.

 I sighed and got up out of bed, tugging up my sweatpants and I drew closer to the door.

The coldness of the handle melted into my skin as I opened the door gently, in case she was leaning on it.

"Papa!"

 She pounced onto me without hesitation and if she'd weighed much more I would've fallen right over. I softly wrapped my arms around her little body, feeling the straps of her singlet under my fingertips. 

It was Sienna. Harper felt the cold like nobody I'd ever met and always slept in a thermal no matter what time of the year it was.

"Hey, sweetie did you have a nightmare?" I asked, figuring that it was the only reasonable answer here.

She just tightened her grip on me while I twirled a strand of her long hair around my finger. I wasn't really sure what I was doing to be completely honest, Harry usually dealt with these kinds of things since I was normally the heavy sleeper.

 I guessed today was the exception.

"You're alright, Si. . ." I whispered, "do you want to come into my bed with your Dad and I?"

She shook her head against my shoulder.

"Dad's sick," came her muffled reply. Right, scared of getting sick and germs.

 Out of the things in the world to be afraid of Sienna was most frightened about feeling ill. As in, she hadn't been closer than a three meter radius from Harry all day.

Seeing as she didn't seem to be letting me go any time soon. I managed to pick her up because thankfully she wasn't too heavy for an eight year old, and then made my way over to the light switch in the hallway. I was awake now anyway, a little light wouldn't make any difference.

"Papa I'm scared," Sienna mumbled into my neck, her small lips against my skin.

"It was just a dream, princess, I promise I won't let anything happen to you," I replied softly.

"My tummy hurts."

Right.

Fuck.

Now I was really screwed.

"Oh Sienna, you should've told me sooner, babe."

 I gently pulled her out of my shoulder so that I could see her face, which was a little pale and stained with tears. A sympathetic sound fell from my parted lips as I swiped softly at her damp cheeks.