Kissy |HS|

Ch.3

|A/N|
Can we just take a moment, a very emotional moment.

8 years of one direction, and the fandom has lost it completely! Shits so insane😭 the hashtags #8yearsofonedirection was a national trend within a day! A fuckin day!😂💜

On instagram, the hashtag has reached over 60k, and on Twitter more than 410k! And it continues to grow!!!

The One direction twitter, has been making everyone sappy by posting lyrics of multiple songs, AND there's a set date in 2020 for the one direction Otra tour and I swear to freakin Jesus! That if it does not happen I will legit sit down and cry for 17 weeks. I'm prayin for the comeback!🙏🙏🙏

I HAVE to update for the sake of myself and in honor of this special day.

So here ya go
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It was literally the day of the date, and for some reason my nerves were shot through the roof. These past few days I've been running around with Avery trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight, going over things to say that aren't smart ass and anything else the girl could think of. It wasn't until now that I really felt like a hot mess. I felt as though a sickness had settled at the pit of my stomach but not the flu kind- or maybe it was and just hadn't gotten strong enough.

I laid in bed, cold and tired, staring at my alarm clock. It was 6:03 in the morning and it became almost excruciatingly painful to watch how slow the minutes passed by. I closed my eyes, a small sigh escaping passed my lips. Suddenly I felt my stomach churn, that familiar acidic sensation at the back of my throat forming. I quickly threw my duvet off of me and stood up, rushing to the bathroom.

Once I reached the toilet, I fell to my knees and dropped my head into the bowl, throwing up everything but my heart itself. The sounds echoed through the bathroom, and the aroma only made me throw up more.

Once my stomach emptied itself, the gags became forceful. I was practically dry heaving by now and didn't stop for so long. I groaned, closing the lid and laying my head down onto it. My head pounded and I felt like my entire body was burning. I stood up, flushing the toilet and pushing myself over to the sink to wash my face. Every ounce of color has drained from my face. Even the freckles on my cheeks were pale. I splashed the cold water onto my face and walked back to my bed, carefully crawling back under the blankets and curling up into a ball. I wasn't cold now, I was extremely hot, but my body shook like I've just been out in 20 degree weather.

A knock sounded from the door immediately following with a creak as the door opened. "Lu? Are you okay?" Avery walked in, still in her pajamas and speaking softly as if I were a small helpless child. She walked over to my side of the bed and felt my head.

"You're burning up," she said as she huffed, furrowing her eyebrows. It was hard to keep my eyes open, but I could vaguely see the disappointment on Avery's face, after all we'd worked up these last three days just for this night and now I can't get up without feeling like the worlds biggest bag of dirt. To be completely honest I was a little disappointed too. I was looking forward to actually spending a night out with someone other than friends or co workers.

And maybe it was a little because it was him. But only a little!

"I can call in sick today if you want-" she stood up ready to go get her phone but I stopped her.

"I'll be fine Avery, I'm a big girl." She looked at me sympathetically, then patted my hand.

"I'll make you some tea and soup. Want me to call Harry for you?" She queried.

I closed my eyes and nodded, pulling the blankets up more. She hummed in response and grabbed my phone then disappeared out of the room. As soon as it got quiet, sleep took over, the tension leaving every muscle in my body as I sighed.