One Direction Sickfics

Harry bronchitis- for Baconfire12

When I literally have to spend quarter of an hour researching before I can actually start writing...

"Hey! I was watching that!" Harry exclaimed suddenly. I looked away from the TV to see the slightly annoyed look on his face. I didn't know what the hell he was on about. I'd changed the channel almost two minutes ago and he was only bringing it up now?

"I changed the channel ages ago, you weren't watching the TV mate, you were watching the wall" I shook the remote in my hand. I noticed the confusion on his face and let my features soften, "you were totally zoned out when I sat down H."

"Oh. Uh, sorry" he shook his head, sagging back into the couch with a tired sigh.

I watched him for a few more seconds as he blinked slowly, shifting into a more comfortable position and yawning into the back of his hand. It was midday, he shouldn't be yawning like that quite yet.

"You good?" I asked carefully, not wanting him to explode at me. Harry tended to get kind of unpredictable when he was tired.

"Just tired I think" he replied quietly, his voice barely audible over the TV. I turned it down a few notches.

"You think?"

"I'm fine Ni" he smiled over at me and I narrowed my eyes. Why was he trying so hard? Nothing about his smile seemed natural.

Louis sauntered into the lounge before I could say anything else, combing his fingers through his messy bed-hair and dragging his thick socks along the carpet.

"Good morning..." he greeted, uttering a low cough and plopping down on the arm of my seat.

"It's afternoon now Lou. You look better than you did yesterday by the way" Liam joined, coming into the room with a mug in his hands. He walked carefully, staring down at the hot liquid inside as if watching it like a hawk was going to keep it from trying to escape the mug. He had a bad habit of filling up his drinks too far.

Louis grinned, "hm, most of it's gone now" he shrugged.

"That's-" Harry paused to let out another wide yawn, "good."

Maybe he was catching Louis' cold, and that was why he seemed so tired? I hoped not. Louis hadn't had it bad, he hadn't taken any breaks from work or spent a particularly large amount of time complaining about it but I knew from experience that Harry usually took these things harder. We probably should've done a better job at keeping him and Louis apart this last week knowing how easily Harry caught bugs.

"So what's the plan for today?" Liam asked, peering around at the rest of us.

"I think we're supposed to be on some talk show tonight" I replied unsurely, struggling to remember the schedule. My memory was crap at the worst of times.

"I was gonna head out for a couple of hours, pick up some stuff that I've been meaning to for a while" Louis nodded thoughtfully, scratching at his chin. He'd actually shaved this morning by the looks of it. There had been a few days when he was sick where he'd had a noticeable cloud of stubble.

"Stuff?" Liam pulled a face, "what kind of stuff?"

"Couple of new bits for the wardrobe, need some more socks" Louis replied with a casual shrug.

Harry made a sound and I looked over at him as he started coughing into his fist dryly. It wasn't anything major, but he went bright red when he looked up and saw us all staring at him.

"Don't die on us" Louis joked with an easy-going smile.

"I wasn't planning on it" Harry cleared his throat and stood up, "I'm gonna go get a drink."