One Direction Sickfics

Harry sick- for heskiwis

"I'm going to puke," Harry whispered for the second time that night. He weakly grabbed the trash can from beside him on his bunk and hugged it close to his chest. He looked like an upset child and Louis felt absolutely terrible for the sick boy. 

"You're alright, let it out," Louis murmured softly as he climbed out of his bunk and walked closer to Harry. It was currently 3am and everyone else was fast asleep, unaware of the situation.

Harry had woken up a few hours earlier feeling extremely nauseous. He already threw up once earlier and he was seemingly about to be sick again. Louis hopped up onto Harry's bunk and sat beside the boy, soothingly rubbing his back.

Harry whimpered as he stared straight into the trash can, which was probably not helping his stomach at all. Louis frowned at the sight of Harry. He was shaking like a leaf and sweating more than normal.

It wasn't even hot on the bus so Louis had no idea what was going on. He used the back of his hand to feel Harry's forehead and instantly noted how hot the boy was. He definitely had a fever. 

"Shh, you're alright," Louis whispered after Harry retched loudly over the trash can, bringing up a significant amount of disgustingly vile liquid. Louis was the only one out of the boys that could actually handle the sight of vomit so he didn't mind helping at all. 

He was a little tired since he had only fallen asleep 5 hours before this but he didn't care. Feeling tired was nothing compared to what Harry was feeling at the moment. 

Harry's hands were now shaking more than before and he was barely able to hold the trash can still. Louis gently held the bin for the sick boy. Harry gave a weak smile in response but it didn't reach his eyes. He looked absolutely miserable. 

He gagged over the bin again, leaning forward as far as he could before puking some more. Louis was surprised the sounds didn't wake any of the other boys yet. Harry was definitely not being quiet.

"You're alright, Love," Louis whispered as Harry leaned back, weakly pushing away the bin. Louis hopped off the bunk and rushed to clean the bin out. He didn't want to have it there for long since it would probably make Harry feel worse.

Louis jogged back to Harry, nearly slipping on a few t-shirts sprawled out across the floor in the process. Harry was now completely bundled up in his blankets, looking half asleep. Louis figured he would try and get some rest too seeing it was nearly 4am.

Louis climbed into his bunk as quietly as he could before falling asleep. He was pleasantly surprised when he woke up and checked the clock. It was now 11am and all the boys overslept a little more than they intended.

They had an interview scheduled for 12pm and Louis knew he had to wake everyone quick or they'd never hear the end of it from their management. Louis tossed his blankets off before opening the curtain to his bunk.

He saw Harry was awake with his arms wrapped protectively around his stomach, silent tears streaming down his face. Louis felt his heart break at the sight and figured Harry was feeling sick again.

"Why didn't you wake me?" Louis asked soothingly as he walked closer to Harry's bunk. Harry shook his head, unable to respond at the moment. He was too busy trying to keep his stomach down. 

He was still laying down and Louis offered a hand to help him up before he ended up being sick all over himself. Harry pushed Louis' hand away and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He unexpectedly gagged, throwing a hand up to his mouth as quick as he could. 

He was now full on sobbing and Louis could barely handle it.

"Sit up, you're okay," Louis soothed and Harry sat up, still crying. Louis knew Harry was prone to a little drama when he was sick but it didn't make it hurt any less. He absolutely hated what he was witnessing.