One Direction Sickfics

Niall sick- for stylinhoraynexxx

It was as if there was a snake inside Niall's stomach, just slithering around and looking for something eat. Every now and then it would nip at his insides or rear up tall and strong. The snake was the least of Niall's worries, the constant nausea and phases of lightheadedness were much more debilitating.
He made a warbled noise, feeling his lips crack as he rolled over and buried himself further into his bed with another sickening twist of his belly.
"Quit making all that noise Niall, we're trying to watch TV!"

Niall gingerly flipped the edge of the covers down, exposing his face. Wiping a bead of sweat from his temple he licked his lips and spoke up, "can someone bring some water for me?"
Harry scoffed and laughed loudly, "can't you get it yourself, your majesty?"
Louis hushed him and Niall heard a smack, "shut up Harry!"

Niall whimpered, "please, I don't feel well."

His ears twitched and he swore he heard someone mumble, "for fucks sake, not this again. . ."

Niall knew he was a pretty big wuss, and that the other lads got sick of it sometimes. It wasn't his fault, when he got tired, or cranky, he got achy and sore too which lead to the craving of attention from anyone and everyone who'd give it to him. And maybe he was a baby about it a lot of the time; he complained and whined about everything there was to whine and complain about, and could be a bit much to handle. He knew that.

However, this wasn't one of those circumstances. This time he really was sick and he'd be a lot more comfortable if he wasn't alone in a room with three empty beds.

The queasy feeling in the pit of Niall's stomach strengthened and his knees shot up, almost colliding with his chest as a hot flash prickled up his spine. The loud moan that came from the back of his throat made Louis yell out again, "Niall, stop!"

Niall bit down hard on his bottom lip and stifled another sound. Taking a deep breath and locking his lips shut helped the nausea dissipate some.

"What's all the shouting about?" Liam poked his head into the room. Niall swallowed and blushed a deep red. He didn't want to say a word. Liam would just side with Louis and Harry anyway, there wasn't much point in trying to express his side of the argument.

"Ni?"

Niall shook his head fervently as Liam stepped into the room, frowning, "it's n-nothing."

He forced a smile just for it to break as his stomach clenched. Liam cocked his head, "are you alright?"

Niall watched wearily as Harry walked into the room to stand beside Liam, "he's being needy, and very vocal about it. He says he's not feeling well but what's new."

If only this had happened to Niall on a good day. When the lads were all happy and well rested they humored his occasional childlike behaviours, but on days like today when they'd gotten up on the wrong side of the bed it was as if everyone was against him. Usually he'd just get on with the days schedule and be back to his normal mood within a couple of hours but if he doubted this sick feeling would just go away that easily. Plus, he was sure he had a fever and it sure as hell wouldn't go down any if he had to work all day long.

If only he could get them to understand that this wasn't just laziness, or him being annoying.

"My stomach hurts," he explained quietly, unable to look anyone in the eye.