One Direction Sickfics

Liam sick- for 1Dsickfics

 In the darkness, Ellie squeaked and pulled her legs up into her chest, "ow, Li, that hurt!"

"Sorry Love, didn't mean to," I murmured as I rolled over again, the sheets sticking to my slick skin.

"Are you alright? You're moving around more than usual tonight," Ellie asked, a little worry creeping into her soft voice. She was always like that, worrying about everything. It was cute , the trait suited her and I loved it when her pink lips fell into that gentle pout.

Unfortunately it was dark so I didn't get to see it.

"It's just a bit warm is all, I keep overheating." 

I moaned as the heat washed over again. 

We'd gone to bed a few hours ago but I hadn't gotten any sleep so far. It was far too hot to lay in the same position for more than a couple minutes.

"It's the middle of spring sweet, it's not that warm yet" Ellie said. The blankets shifted, "are you feeling unwell?"

Oh.

To be honest the thought hadn't even occurred to me. Apart from the stifling heat, and a drained type of exhaustion, I wasn't feeling any different though so hopefully by body was just malfunctioning or something.

"I'm just tired I think," I replied.

"Shuffle over."

 A soft hand landed on my upper arm and I scooted towards Ellie's touch eagerly as her fingers ran over my skin. I kept moving closer until I was pressed against her side, resting my head on her shoulder. Her body was much cooler than mine and it felt so good.

"Keen huh?" Ellie breathed a quiet laugh as her hand cupped my jaw gently.

"You're cold," I hummed, nodding sleepily.

"You're not, I think you're running a fever," Ellie said.

 Her hands explored more of my bare skin, brushing over it like the touch of a fairy.

"Seriously?" I moaned, "I have an important meeting at work tomorrow."

"I know you do babe, maybe you'll be okay by the morning," Ellie whispered.

"Hopefully," I mumbled, closing my eyes.

Ellie ran her hand down the side of my face soothingly before letting it rest on my arm, "try get some sleep, it'll help."

I nodded, already feeling myself fading away. It must've been something to do with her touch.

***

The second I gained consciousness I was on my feet and bolting for the toilet, my stomach already rising in my throat. The door was closed but I hurriedly opened it without hesitation, one hand clasped tightly over my lips. 

Dylan was in there taking a leak and he let out a loud cry of surprise as the door opened. He whirled around and tucked himself back into his sweats as I pushed past and buckled over the toilet.

"Oi! What are you d-"

I cut him off by coughing once and then vomiting harshly into the bowl, trying not to look at the mess I was making.

"Shit, uh. . .are you okay Dad?" Dylan asked awkwardly. If I hadn't just puked up my guts I would've said something about his choice of words.

"Fine," I panted as I flushed the toilet. Really I had been quite lucky Dylan was only taking a piss. The situation could've been a lot worse.

"You look  real sick," Dylan dead-panned from behind me.

 I slumped from my knees onto my butt, staring intensely at the toilet in case I needed it again, "I feel like crap."