One Direction Sickfics

Niall- for Xyliam27

"Yo Nialler, do ya wanna get your ass out of bed and come out with us for food?"

I waved a hand in the direction the sound was coming in and burrowed deeper into the massive duvet. I was sure there was at least three duvets in the cover slip and the thing was seriously amazing. I was freezing and it definitely helped with that situation.
"Rude, come on, don't be lazy!"
"Don't wanna go..." I mumbled. I'd woken up feeling majorly sleep deprived and it had my whole body achey and sluggish. Getting out of bed was about at the bottom of the list of things I wanted to do. Even if it was for food.

"He coming?" Came a shout from the other room. Heavy footsteps followed the voice down the hall and I finally opened my eyes to see all three of my bandmates gathered in my room.
"Oh, you are awake" Harry grinned as he sauntered towards the bedside, "McDonald's?"
"Not feeling good, not coming. Get out of my room.." I shook my head and rolled over. A shiver coursed through me at the cool sheets, unheated by my body.

"You're sick?" Liam asked.

"Dunno, just, fuck off, get out" I slurred. All the noise was making my head hurt and I was way too tired to think about what was coming out of my mouth.
"Ooooh, feisty" Harry chuckled.
"I don't wanna leave you on your own if you're sick. You should've said something earlier" Louis muttered worriedly. He was always such a worry wart.
"Just sleepin' it off, please leave" I begged as I cocooned the duvet tighter around my body.
"Fine, fine. But eat something will you? You didn't come out for breakfast and it's one a clock. We'll be back in a couple of hours, if you haven't eaten I will physically force it down your throat" Louis threatened.
I hummed in agreement and managed to stay awake long enough to hear them all file out of the room and close the door behind them. After a brief scuffle I heard the main door of the hotel room close and lock too before silence fell and I promptly fell back to sleep.

I had no idea how much time had passed the next time I woke but I was as sweaty as hell and I knew I had to get up and eat if I wanted to avoid being force fed by Louis, which I did. I peeled the duvet away and threw my legs over the side of the bed, grimacing at the dull pain flickering through every muscle. Ugh, I needed to sleep for like a year.
I trudged out to the kitchen and put together a plate of snack food before climbing onto the couch and turning the TV on. My eyes followed the movement on the screen even though I wasn't really watching, and my hand was putting food in my mouth without me telling it to. It was only when my hand grabbed nothing that I realised I'd been eating the entire time. I put the plate on the floor and stretched my body along the couch. I was beginning to feel cold again now and as much as I wanted a shower to wash all the sweaty grime off I couldn't make myself move.

That is, until a loud screeching sound made me topple right off the couch and onto the floor. I rubbed the bruise building on my elbow where I had unluckily landed on the plate as I sat up and my brain slowly recognised the shrieking as the fire alarm.

In the state I was in I couldn't even panic. I just sighed and grumbled unhappily as I got to my feet. I knew that the alarm meant that I was supposed to get out of the building, and I also knew that I wasn't supposed to collect any personal items before I left in case it was an urgent kind of thing but I wasn't wearing any pants. There was no fucking way I was strolling through the hotel without pants on, fire or no fire.

Normal, energised me, might've thought to move faster but today I just wasn't in the right frame of mind at all. I was like a sloth. My pants didn't seem to want to go on at all and by the time I finally dragged myself out into the hallway it was empty, everyone else had already fled  the building. I covered my ears with my hands childishly, glad that there was nobody around. I probably looked pretty pathetic but I had a headache, the deafening alarm was making it so so much worse.
Then the fucking elevator wasn't working, something about an automatic shut down when the fire alarm was pulled. I groaned and muttered incoherent things to myself and walked over to the stairs.