One Direction Sickfics

Harry sick- for JustinsMyLife*extended

"Hmmm, this is so good. . ." Louis groaned, raising his eyes to the ceiling and licking the remnants off his lips.

My mouth was too full for words so I just nodded fervently in agreement and swallowed so that I could take another bite of chicken, flavours exploding in my mouth.

"You losers are missing out!" Louis yelled across the food court, gaining the attention of everyone surrounding us. They were watching anyway, because there was a massive muscly dude sitting at the table next to us looking very menacing, and also as always we couldn't go out without being recognised.

"Are not! You are!" Niall called back, waving a thick fried chip in the air, dripping sauce on the floor. Liam grinned over at me so I stuck my tongue out at him, grabbing something else to eat from the array of colourful food on the small square table Louis and I were sitting at.

There was hardly an empty space in sight, and many of the plates were empty, unlike my bloated stomach. It felt good though, definitely tasted good.

"Jeez, I didn't realise you could eat like this Haz," Louis joked, raising an eyebrow as I picked up another piece of chicken. Shrugging, I chucked it into the side of my mouth so that I could still speak freely, "I skipped lunch!"

"Just don't make yourself sick," Louis said, smiling as he sat back into his chair and patted his stomach, content.

I snorted, "that's not gonna happen."

Louis glanced over at Niall and Liam, "are you guys nearly finished?"

"I'm not!" I exclaimed, whacking his arm.

"I just need five minutes," Niall replied hurriedly, obviously sensing the rush.

Liam spoke quieter, I only just heard him telling Niall that he did not in fact need five more minutes, that he was going to throw up if he had much more to eat.

Louis pushed backwards in his chair and stood up. I let out a few garbled words through the food in my mouth, not finished with the food. Louis just rolled his eyes and pushed his chair in. I swallowed and muffled an unexpected burp into my sleeve.

Louis laughed at the grimace that spread over my face. Okay, maybe I was finished.

"Let's head back to the van, I need a nap," Liam said as he and Niall wandered over, followed closely by the other body guard.

"Hm, so do I," I agreed, getting to my feet. Whew, maybe I had gone a little over board. I burped again and Niall chuckled, giving my back a pat, "a bit full are we?"

"I feel great, actually." I corrected, fixing my jacket over my shoulders. "That was some awesome food."

Niall nodded at the tabletop, covered in too many empty dishes for two people, "you guys had way more than we did."

"Cos your game's weak," Louis teased as we walked past a sunglasses shop, nearing the exit. He nudged my shoulder, "you should've seen Harry, you would've thought that he'd been starved."

My cheeks got hot as the other laughed. The cold air cooled them down as we stepped outside thankfully. The van was only parked a couple of steps away. Louis sat down in the window seat in the row behind the drivers so I plopped down next to him and buckled my belt over my lap, wincing as my knuckles knocked against the steel. 

Liam and Niall sat behind us, and then the two guards squeezed their way into the back. All hunched over, squished together and pressing against the sides of the van they looked hilarious back there.

Louis looked from the window to me as we pulled out of the car park. He smiled tiredly and leaned his head on my shoulder, "you mind?"

"Nah, go for it," I replied, taking a deep breath.