One Direction Sickfics

Harry sick- for TaylorSwift15

Harry's eyes were sore when he woke in the morning. They were dry and itchy while watering at the same time and when he stood he was greeted roughly by an angry headache lurking at the back of his skull.

He groaned knowingly as he slipped a shirt over his head. He was coming down with his yearly case of the flu, and it just had to be the day before he was set to fly to LA. He rubbed his eyes, hoping that it'd be an easy duel with it this time round. Sometimes he got lucky and it wasn't really big a deal but other years it was absolutely dreadful and he was bed-ridden for days. Shivering slightly as he headed out to the kitchen he wished with all he had that it was the first option. It was so warm and gorgeous over in LA, he didn't want to ruin his time there.

Out in the kitchen he dosed up on flu medicine and pain killers for his headache. With a heavy head and slumped figure he stood over the stove for a few minutes to make himself some scrambled eggs for breakfast. He'd slept in later than he usually did, and as he served up his plate he realised that it was really more of a lunch. It was raining and dark outside so it felt a lot earlier.

He texted the friends he was planning on meeting later on in the day to let them know he wouldn't be there. If there was anyway to escape this flu before it got started it was to sleep all day, so that's exactly what he did. He finished his eggs and went straight back to bed, dragging along his medicines with him in case he woke in time for the next dose and didn't feel like moving.

Harry slept the entire day away and when he did wake it wasn't just overcast outside, it was pitch black. The rain was still heavily pouring down, slamming down against the roof and making Harry's head hurt more than it already was. He'd been sweating and it had all gone stone cold, making him shake and shiver beneath the blanket. Waking this time was even worse than waking that morning, his nose was stuffy and his throat was sore, just to add to the growing list of problems Harry had with his stupid body.

Maybe a shower would help?

After hoisting himself out of bed he made his way to the bathroom and turned the shower on. He didn't care how late it was, or early, he'd slept for ages anyway.

Steam quickly filled the room and Harry blew his runny nose, chucking the paper down the toilet. His stomach stirred uncomfortably as he stripped down, making him want to bang his head against the wall. So far, it wasn't looking good. He felt shit, even after sleeping for so long. The medicine hadn't helped much at all and he was increasingly feeler sicker and sicker as the hours passed.

In the shower he sat down on the ground, too tired to stand. The water was pretty hot and almost lulling him to sleep before he snapped himself out of it and hurriedly shut off the water. He couldn't sleep in the shower, that was just ridiculous.

His head swum slightly while he changed into a set of fresh clothes because his others were damp with sweat. Holding onto the vanity he yanked his sweats up the rest of the way before sitting down on the closed toilet lid and waiting for the bleariness to fade away. He hated feeling light-headed, to him it was one of the worst feelings in the world.

The shower had made him hot and clammy and the tiles on the bathroom floor were so cool and nice that he couldn't resist lowering himself down onto the ground. Letting out a moan of pleasure as the cold leaked under his skin he closed his eyes and shifted to get comfortable.

Before he knew it he was sound asleep, snoring quietly due to the stuffiness in his nose.

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Really, he was lucky to have fallen asleep so close to the toilet. If he hadn't there would most likely be a mess for him to clean up and he didn't think he had the energy.