One Direction Sickfics

Harry's kid sick- for francekid

"But Dad..." I whined heavily, letting my eyes widen in a way I hoped would help win him over. Unfortunately all it did was make my eyes itch enough for a tear to leak out of each of them. I sniffed failingly. My nose was way too clogged for sniffling to make any difference.

"But Jackson..." Dad mocked, even going as far as to try pull off the pathetic expression I had on. His stupid face made me laugh and I internally cursed myself, knowing that there was no chance I was going to be taken seriously now.

"You're lucky you got yesterday off Jack. When I was your age, children dealt with colds. They didn't complain and groan like babies" Dad wagged his finger in my face as he explained. I just moaned and rolled my eyes. The damn 'when I was your age' thing got on my nerves.

And I wasn't being a baby. Yesterday I had a really bad headache and Mum took pity on me and let me stay home. Dad had left for the studio before the decision was made so he didn't get any say in the matter. Honestly though, yesterday was a bad day. I wasn't in a good state. Dad would've had to have been a fucking cruel man to make me go to school.

"I still feel like crap Dad" I rubbed at my raw nose. The skin was all irritated and red from the constant blowing into the stupid cheap sandpaper tissues Mum had bought from the two dollar shop.

"Maybe we give him another day Haz" Mum trotted into the kitchen from behind me, her fingers moving along my back as she whisked by.

"He has a cold Lila, not the damn plague" Dad rolled his eyes, "he's big enough and ugly enough to handle a cold, aren't ya Jacko?"

I sneezed into my elbow softly, and then again. I sighed and retrieved a tissue from the pocket of my hoodie to wipe my watering eyes.

Mum scanned me over.

"You do look far better than yesterday..."

I threw my hands up in exasperation. I was sick for god sake, and now my parents were forcing me to go to school!

"Ugh, you guys both suck" I huffed and stomped away. Maybe it was a bit over the top but sue me, I was angry. On the way back to my room I sneezed another three times into a handful of tissues and groaned when a familiar thudding started in my skull.

Great.

I slugged into my uniform, eyes half closed. I realised that I was talking aloud, muttering curses at my parents and growling like some kind of rabid dog. See, sick. Didn't even know what the hell I was doing.

Mum and Dad laughed at me when I tried to give them my death glare as I threw a bag of chips into my school bag. I slid my feet into my bulky black school shoes and moped over to the car, grunting in effort as I opened the car door.

This was so not fair.

Soon enough Dad and Mara loaded into the car. Dad of course was in the drivers seat and Mara sat next to me, her pink schoolbag resting on her lap.

"Are you going back to school today Jack?" She asked happily, twiddling a piece of hair between her fingers.

"Dad's making me" I replied stuffily. My trousers were stuffed with tissues, but I had blown my nose only a few seconds before and I knew that if I tried to again now nothing would come out. It was just gunk all stuffed through my sinuses and nose.

"You're better though?" She smiled curiously, strapping on her seat belt.

"He's much better Sweetie" Dad grinned at me in the mirror.

I coughed dryly into my fist and glared at him.

A few minutes later I sneezed violently as a tickle in my nose became known. I launched forward in my seat, almost knocking myself out against the back of Dad's seat.