One Direction Sickfics

Niall faking- for Puppysketch

"Louis..." I whispered his name, my voice cutting through the silence like a knife. It hung in the air for a few moments and after no response I tried again.

It still pretty dark and with the curtains shut I could hardly see anything. Judging by the silence though Louis wasn't even budging. He was in the bed on the other side of the room, sound asleep apparently.

I unlocked my phone and flinched as the bright light annihilated my eyeballs. It took a few moments for me to dig up the balls to open my eyes again and see the time. It was just before five in the morning.

If I didn't get my plan going I was going to have to leave my bed in half an hour and go to a damn interview at 5:45 am. I never understood the reasoning behind morning shows, if it meant getting up so bloody early then why on earth did people watch it?

I didn't want to go, I was not going out at quarter to six am. So I devised a plan to fake sick and stay in bed until lunch time. Maybe it was a bit immature, but seriously, 5:45? Not happening.

So what if I had to wake up and get everything rolling and set up a bit earlier, at least I wouldn't have to leave the hotel room.

I kicked my duvet to the end of the bed and slowly sat up just in case Louis had eyes on me. It was doubtful, he was practically snoring his breathing was so heavy, but I didn't want to risk being caught out before I'd even started.

I dragged my feet all the way over to Louis' bed side and said his name again. He made a sound and rolled onto his back, "mmmm Ni, what is it?"

I felt bad for waking him up but he would have to in half an hour anyway, he'd survive.

"I feel sick Lou...And it's cold" I whimpered, letting my body fall into a childish posture.

"What's the time?" Louis yawned and propped himself up one elbow while he tried to pry his eyes open. "I don't know." I pressed my hand against my forehead and groaned pitifully. Louis peered up at me with a worried frown. He brushed his hair out of his face and sat up properly, switching the lamp on the bedside table on with a flick of his finger. I grunted and covered my eyes with my hands, turning away from the bulb as if it was hurting.

"Aw lad, do you have a headache?" Louis said softly. I made a warbled sound in response and coughed awkwardly, grimacing to myself at my own bad acting.

"Lay down next to me Ni, you'll be warmer" Louis offered kindly, patting the empty space beside him in the double bed. I moaned, "no, I feel sick Louis..."

I knew I had to be worse than headachey to get out of this. A close call over the toilet would definitely help my case and if I could just manage a few more minutes of this act I could go back to sleep.

"Oh crap, like vomiting sick?" Louis' eyes widened. I went to nod before remembering the supposed pain in my head and instead clutched my stomach in my hands, meeting Louis' eyes with a look I hoped appeared fearful.

"Come on then, let's get you to the bathroom" Louis smiled reassuringly and stood up with a grunt. His knees clicked and cracked, "fuck it's early isn't it? Damn it, and we have that interview thing this morning..." he uttered to himself as he ushered me into the bathroom with a hand on my back.

I coughed again and knelt down in front of the toilet, my mind ticking anxiously. It wasn't as if I could actually puke right now, and I doubted I could put on a very convincing show either. I rubbed my eyes.

"You can go back to bed if you want" I told Louis but he was already plopping down against the wall beside me, "I'm not leaving ya alone while you're sick mate, I don't mind staying."