One Direction Sickfics

Harry sick- for loltreestyler

Harry woke sprawled out across the back room of bus in a similar position to the one he'd fallen asleep in and the first thing he noticed was the piece of something covering his eyes. His hand buzzed with pins and needles as he sleepily tried to whack it away. It didn't budge, something was causing it to stick to his forehead.
With a grunt and a groan he hoisted himself upright and swiped at it with more determination this time, managing to knock it free. It was piece of paper, he concluded, as it fluttered and the landed on the carpet.

Harry yawned and stretched as he leaned over to pick it up. He recognised Louis' scraggly handwriting scribbled all over the little note but it seemed to be taking him longer than usual to wake up enough to actually make any sense of the words. In the time it took for him to register what the writing meant he realised two other things, one was that his shirt was practically sticking to him, and two that he really didn't feel very well.
He stuck the note to the wall beside him and prodded gingerly at his suddenly upset stomach. The bus wasn't moving, the other lads had stopped at McDonalds to pick up some food for the road. He was all alone and this was definitely a good thing because it was only a few moments later than Harry was jolting to his feet and dashing for the toilet, one hand clamped down tightly over his mouth.

After eating a reasonably big breakfast of toast and cereal the load he brought back up was rather heavy and it left him feeling absolutely dreadful, gasping over the toilet and desperately trying not to be sick again. He hated it, and he didn't want the others coming back and seeing him in the state he was in. It was embarrassing to him for some reason. In the lengthy time he'd known them all he thought he'd seen Niall catch a stomach bug once, and Louis had some food poisoning, but apart from that he had never known any of the three to catch any of the childish bugs he seemed to pick up annually. Plus, he knew he acted like a right kid when he was over the loo he didn't want them to see him like that. He was an adult, and adults don't reduce to whimpering puppies when hit with a minor stomach issue.
More than anything, Harry didn't want them to know.

Five minutes later he had calmed himself down enough to pry himself away from the toilet and stand up in front of the sink. With one hand he flushed the toilet and with the other he ran a hand through his dishevelled hair. Considering what had just gone down he didn't think he looked too worse for wear. His face was pale and a pit clammy looking but that was easily fixed with some water. He whined quietly to himself as he dug through the he cabinets for something he could take to suppress the nausea. His arms didn't feel like they were even part of his body and bending over made his back hurt and his gut churn. He was feeling all too flu-like and he knew that the next few days, week even, were going to be total hell.

He supposed he was lucky they were just driving for the next three days. There was an interview on the schedule at one point but it had been cancelled.

At the sound of the door unlocking Harry quickly sprayed the room clear of the pukey smell and ducked out of the bathroom, plopping onto his butt on the couch just in time for the door to open.
Liam was the first to enter, nodding a head and shooting smile to Harry as he dumped the first piled bag of food on the bench. He stepped aside so that Niall and Louis could bustle their way inside too. Outside the guard closed the door.

"Have a nice nap, nana?" Louis teased around the lollipop jutting from between his lips.
Harry forced a short smile, " yeah, guess I was a bit tired."

"You still look exhausted," Niall chuckled, "but some food should wake you up."
"The smell alone is enough to wake you Ni," Liam rolled his eyes as he started emptying the bags onto the counter top. Already Harry was struggling. Food didn't just wake up Niall, it also woke up nausea, accompanied by the sweats.

Louis hummed appreciatively as he sifted through the array of sweets now covering the bench, "I'm so fucking happy that store was there lads, I'm gonna be stuffed on this all weekend."
"Come concert time you'll be more hyper than a two year old," Liam agreed. Louis shrugged carelessly.