One Direction Sickfics

Niall sick- for stylinhoraynexxx

"Wakey wakey Nialler, breakfast is on the table. . ."
I really wanted to just keep sleeping so I rolled away dismissively and slurred out a warbled, "go away."
"Did I wake you on the wrong side of the bed or something? Come on Ni, open your eyes, let's go eat," Liam said. He gently pried my pillow out of my hands and brought the blankets down to my waist, making me shiver and complain even more.
"I don' wanna. . ."
"Trust me, you do. Room service brought waffles, and chocolate sauce," Liam chuckled, "Louis' out there practically bathing in the stuff."
I didn't move apart from bringing the blankets back up. Liam sighed, "is something wrong? Did you sleep alright last night? You're not usually anywhere near this hard to get up. We're going out to watch that football game later on Ni, you're going to need something to eat."

"N-nothing's wrong," I groaned, flipping onto my back to meet Liam's gaze. He raised an eyebrow at me daringly, "then get up and come join us for breakfast."
I released my grip on the sheets beside me, "okay."

Liam smiled triumphantly and headed back to the main room where I could hear Louis and Harry having a grand time, cackling like witches. Liam shot me a look and purposely left the door wide open, allowing the daylight to fill the room so I couldn't go back to sleep even if I wanted to.

I sat up as slowly as possible and took a deep breath as I assessed the nauseous twister that was swirling up what was left of the contents of my stomach. After the time I spent over the toilet in the middle of the night I figured it was only about a quarter full at this point, but my stomach wanted everything out by the feels of it, no matter how insignificant.
The thought of trekking out into the sun and hoards of people at the football game made the sour taste at the back of my throat intensify.
It was not going to be a fun day.

"Yo Nialler, come get some grub!" Louis poked his head into the room. I waved and hand to show that I was getting there. I thought he'd be gone by the time I looked back up but instead he had paused, his eyes narrowed in thought.
"What?"
"Oh nothing, you just look like total shit," he said.
"Blunt as ever," I grumbled to myself, wiping my sleep from the edges of my eyes. It wasn't exactly a surprise that I looked gross considering I felt about the same.
"Feeling okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine!" I threw my hands up, exasperated. I'd been awake for five minutes and I was already sick of the questioning And, I was sick by definition. I still felt bad for snapping though and my face grew red hot as Louis' eyes widened in shock. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell."

Louis shrugged, "I'm not gonna cry about it. I guess you're allowed to be grumpy, you've just woken up."
I forced a quick smile and got out of bed, gripping onto the bed head for balance. I felt steadier than I thought I would to be honest, but still weak and a bit fuzzy. My head throbbed.

Louis gestured to the kitchen with his head, "come get some food, you look like you need it."
I nodded wearily and followed him out of the room. Eating might settle my stomach a little. It might do the exact opposite too, but I figured it was worth the shot.

Harry plopped down beside me on the sofa and nestled a full plate down on his lap. He looked at me,scratching at the spot of chocolate in the corner of his lip, "are you feeling alright?"
I gritted my teeth and nodded stiffly, cracking a brief and strained smile. I was obviously more irritable than usual and I didn't want to take it out on anyone.
Harry frowned a bit and chewed through a mouthful before speaking again, "it's just that you look kind of-" he stopped, looking at the space beside me. I turned slightly, catching the very last moment of Louis' obvious 'drop it,' face. He was warning Harry to shut his trap before I snapped at him too.
Harry smiled awkwardly and hurried through the rest of his sentence, "uh, tired. Just a little bit though, looking great as always otherwise."
He quickly averted his stare, lips twitching as blush rose in his cheeks. Louis clapped his shoulder as he shoved past to grab a waffle off the table.