One Direction Sickfics

Niall sick parts one and two - Jonathan_Togo

I sighed as I got into bed. I'd gotten the day off for myself and the lads which I was more than ecstatic about, but there were plenty of things to do with my method to make me feel incredibly guilty.

For starters, we were supposed to have rehearsals all afternoon. We'd already practiced a lot, but the rehearsals were there for a reason. We wouldn't to make a perfect show for the crowd. Without the rehearsals we could just be a waste of money. The last thing I wanted was to disappoint anyone.

Then there was the whole argument going on in my head about whether or not I should just tell the lads what I was up to. The idea had fallen into my head just that morning and straight off the mark I didn't event think once about letting them in on the plan. I liked the idea of a bit of attention too much. As the youngest, I used to be more of a magnet for attention but now we were too old for the year between us to make much difference. It was too hard to persuade myself to just tell them.

It was a bit of a dick move, really. I swallowed sheepishly and shook my head. At least now they had a day off. That would have to be payment enough.

"Hey Hazza, how're ya feeling...?" Louis smiled sympathetically in the dull lighting as he stepped quietly into the room.

"Sick" I muttered in response, glad that it was dark enough to mask the red blush scorching across my cheeks. I hid my face in my pillow anyway, just to be sure.

I could hear Louis' socks on the carpet as he padded closer, "I brought a bowl from the kitchen just in case you get to that point. I'll just put it down just here, is that okay?"

I looked up, squinting and holding my stomach to keep the act consistent, "yeah, it's fine."

"Aw buddy..." Louis cooed, "look at you. Poor guy. Do you still feel like throwing up?"

"Kind of" I replied in a whisper.

Liam poked his head into the room, "oh, I was wondering where you'd gotten to Lou. I was gonna put a movie in, have some snacks. Niall's already all melted into the couch out there."

My lip twitched. I didn't want to spend the day in the room on my own while the others hung out in front of the TV. I wanted to watch movies too. It wouldn't seem weird would it? They wouldn't catch me out?

"Can I come?" I blurted, hiding myself nervously under the duvet. I was holding it, my covered hands masking half my face.

"You just got back to bed Haz, you should get some rest" Louis looked at me unsurely. The expression on his face almost made me go into panic, I needed a lie, and fast.

"Too nauseous" I whimpered pathetically, "and it's so cold in here."

That part was true. I'd accidentally left the window open last night and I swear it had almost frosted over. My entire body was numb when I woke up.

Liam made an understanding noise and gestured towards the bowl on the bedside table, "okay then Mate. Bring that with you though, just in case."

I nodded tiredly and got out of bed, dragging my duvet with me. It was a colossal thing, I was almost lost in it. It was heavy too and I'm generally a clumsy person, I was going to have to be very careful to not trip or stumble over the extra material.

I rubbed my tummy and my eyes and took off down the hall after Louis and Liam. With my hand on my mid-section, I could literally feel the hunger. The growls were going to be audible soon. The lads would probably think my stomach was just upset, but I wasn't going to last all day without eating. I'd probably end up passing out.

I tripped and crashed into Louis' back when we were only a few steps away from the lounge suite Niall was lounging on already. He gasped in shock and almost fell, only catching his balance when Liam reached out to steady both of us, worriedly tugging me towards him.