One Direction Sickfics

Niall sick- for sunkissedbaes

"Okay Hazza we're off," Louis quipped. He ruffled his eldest's hair and tugged his earphones out of his ears. Harry whacked at his Papa's hands and glared at him as he untangled the wires from his unruly curls.

"Why do you have to do that?" Harry grumbled. Louis chuckled and rolled his eyes.
"Because I know it gets you wound up."
They stared at each other until the edge of Harry's lip started to lift uncontrollably. He let out a rush of air and smiled, shaking his head. Louis grinned too, "see, I'm funny."
Harry looked away, but he couldn't stop smiling.

Liam stomped down the stairs, shrugging his jacket over his shoulders as he went. He smiled widely as he latched onto Louis' side and pecked on the cheek happily, "you all set Lou?"
Louis nodded and clicked his tongue, "sure am, and Harry's ready to spend the night with his little brother, aren't you Hazza?"
Harry nodded easily, leaning on the back two legs of his chair. Liam tilted the chair back with a warning look and then tapped on the tabletop, "I don't want you cooking anything Harry, stick to the toaster, or if you really need to the microwave but no stoves and definitely no ovens."
"I really am quite a good cook Dad," Harry rolled his eyes.
"No ovens. I'm not coming home to find another her firetruck parked on my lawn Harry."
"Fair enough," Harry responded, smirking at the memory.

"Niall's upstairs in his room, don't let him spend the whole night up there on his own, and-"
"Li, this isn't his first rodeo. He knows what he's doing. Let's get out of here, sometime before Christmas preferably," Louis tugged at Liam's hand. Liam rolled his eyes at his husbands whiny tone, "okay, okay, fine."

"Have fun." Harry waved them out the door from his seat at the dining room table. The door locked shut behind them, and then he listened to the car roll down the driveway until the hum of the engine grew too soft to hear. It was six a clock already according to Harry's phone, and he was surprised Niall wasn't hanging around him, pestering him about dinner.
The house was strangely quiet all of a sudden and Harry didn't know quite what to do with himself.

"Niall?" He yelled, loud enough for his voice to travel upstairs to Niall's room. When he was deep in his imagination it was pretty hard to yank him out of it so Harry wasn't particularly shocked when he got no response. Habitually he checked his phone again before stand with a sigh and trekking up the stairs to go see what his eight year old brother was getting up to. He wasn't all that interested to be honest, but despite his parents leaving hardly two minutes ago he was already dead bored.

Niall was in his room, just like their dad said he was. Unlike how Harry thought he would find him, pushing trucks around on the floor or jumping on the bed, he was sprawled out on his bed reading a book. His face was screwed up in concentration.

"Niall..." Harry said, plopping down on the mattress beside him. Niall blinked and looked at his older brother, blue eyes wide. Harry grinned and nodded his head toward the book, "what are you reading?"
"A book," Niall replied bluntly.
Harry laughed, "I see that, genius." Niall smiled ever so slightly and squirmed in his spot as he turned the page. He squinted at the words, yawning widely.
"What do you feel like for dinner? Dad's banned the oven after last time, but everything else is up for grabs," Harry said. He had a weird feeling, it was never this awkward talking with Niall. Usually he talked so much all Harry had to do was nod along but now that it was up to him to make conversation it felt strange, unbalanced.
He frowned as Niall shrugged carelessly.
"You don't care?"
Niall closed his book with a shaky breath and smooched into Harry like a cat would, "I don't feel good."
As pleased as Harry was to have an answer for Niall's strange behaviour, he wasn't relieved to know Niall wasn't feeling well. It was typical that on the one night they were left alone things would get difficult.
Harry smoothed back his Niall's soft hair and rubbed his back, "is it your tummy?"
Niall nodded meekly, "it hurts."