One Direction Sickfics

Harry sick- for tapdancedrummer

So maybe today wasn't the best day of my life.

But for now I was coping. Or at least, trying to.

I owed everyone that much.

I was sick and done with trying to tell myself I wasn't, but I definitely wasn't planning on telling the others. We had an award show in front of more people than I can count on the fingers of a small country tonight and I wasn't stupid enough to think that I could get out of it over a head ache and a snotty nose. I also knew that postponement was out of the question, nobody was going to stop an annual award show simply because I was feeling under the weather.

And that's not really what I wanted either.

What I did want however was to get it over and done with so I could pass out in bed for 24 hours.

We had to be at the venue in just over three hours so we had a bit of time up our sleeves to grab some late lunch and relax for a little before getting ready. 

We were presently locked in a hotel room, because management thought we might try go explore the city or something and get lost. In the beginning Louis had been absolutely steaming about it, we were all far too old to get lost, but peering down at the city from my window I could kind of see management's point.

 It was like a maze of busy streets, buildings, traffic. Everything looked the same. I would definitely get lost.

Knowing us lot of six year old's we'd probably jump on a bus and find ourselves on the other side of the city and no idea on how to get back. I wasn't even sure what this hotel was called.

I paused just beside the door and leaned my heavy head against the wall.

 I'd only gotten up half an hour ago because we'd had nothing to do this morning. The hope was that the extra sleep would help me feel better but it hadn't done all that much. 

My head had just gotten heavier and heavier over the last couple of days as I grew more blocked up, and I got more and more tired. 

Medication was out of the question. I had none on me, and I couldn't ask any of the boys for obvious reasons. I was locked in a hotel room so I couldn't go out and buy any, and if I called someone to bring some up the lads would ask questions that I wouldn't be able to truthfully answer without letting them in on my little issue.

So I figured I'd just deal until after the award show. I could do it, easy.

I wearily wiped my left hand across my upper lip, careful not to rub too hard and make it all inflamed. I sniffed, but no air made it to my lungs.

My legs hurt just holding me upright.

With an irritated scowl I took a deep breath through my mouth and headed out to the main room where the boys were all stretched across the couches staring at their phones. 

At least it was quiet.

Louis raised a brow as he caught a glimpse of me over the top of his screen, "are you sure you don't wanna head back to bed H, I'm sure you didn't get enough sleep."

I simply smiled in response, a little scared my voice would give me away. My throat was hurting a decent amount and I hadn't even spoken for almost fifteen hours so I wasn't too keen on finding out what kind of sounds would come out of my mouth if I tried to talk.

"Do you want anything to eat now, or do you just want to wait til we have lunch? I can ring if you like?" Liam asked, looking up at me expectantly.

I shook my head once and plopped down on the couch next to Niall. He immediately leaned over and dropped onto my lap, his shoulders resting on my thighs. He stared up at me with a grin, "excited for tonight?"