You're Sick

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You're Sick

Harry: You had been feeling awful all day at work so when it was time to go home, you decided to go over to Harry’s apartment, hoping that he would be home. When you got there, you noticed that he was still at the studio, so you dragged yourself the short distance to his bedroom where you took off your shoes and slipped into his bed, falling asleep almost instantly. When you woke up, you felt that Harry’s arm was wrapped around your waist. You turned around to cuddle up to him, only to be met with a pounding headache that wasn’t there when you went to sleep. You let out a whimper before burying your face into Harry’s chest. He shushed you “What hurts?" “My stomach and my head" you whispered, feeling the sudden urge to cry. Harry silently removed your hand that was clenching your shirt on your stomach, replacing it with his own. “Try to sleep" he said quietly while starting to rub circles with his fingertips, attempting to soothe your stomach.

Liam:You grimaced as you looked into your toilet, seeing the contents of your breakfast. “Why do I always look?" you muttered, flushing and moving to the sink to freshen up. Liam knocked on the door “Are you okay?" “Yeah" you called “Just let me get cleaned up" You were supposed to be going out for the day but in the state you were in, you knew that Liam wouldn’t let you leave the house. You quickly freshened yourself up and opened the door and pretty much crashed into Liam. He took one look at you and shook his head “If you think I’m going to let you go out when you’re this ill you can think again. Back to bed" You pouted but knew that there was no arguing with him. He followed you back into the bedroom, watching as you climbed back into the large bed. He got his laptop and some DVDs before climbing in beside you. “You’ll get sick" you warned as he cuddled up to you. “So?" he laughed “Now what do you want to watch?"

Louis: “Why did the mushroom go to the party?" Louis asked. You groaned, throwing your head back in annoyance “Lou, you’ve used this joke so many times. It isn’t funny any more!" He fell back onto the bed, clutching where his heart is “That hurts (Y/N). Hey wait a minute! That’s the joke I used on you when I first started talking to you. You must have liked it cause look at us now!" You giggled, letting out a little sneeze before you climbed on top of him “You’re supposed to be looking after me!" He smirked, rolling you over so he was straddling you and started to tickle you. You squealed and started wriggling around underneath him. “Louis! Not helping!" you laughed. He didn’t stop. “Seriously Lou I think I’m going to be sick!" you shrieked, breathing deeply as he launched himself halfway across the room away from you. “I’ll get you a bucket" he said quickly, turning to run out the door. “No. Just come lie down" you pleaded. “You’re not going to be sick?" he asked. “No" you promised. He nodded and slipped under the covers with you. Allowing you to wrap your arms around him.

Niall: “Okay Princess. I got you some green tea" Niall smiled, coming through the front door. You smiled in thanks since you had lost your voice thanks to the cold you had caught overnight. Niall set the things on the table and sat beside you, pecking your forehead “How are you feeling?" he asked. You grabbed the whiteboard and marker you were using to communicate and wrote your reply “Like shit" He laughed and got up, taking the packet of green tea with him, he returned minutes later with two cups of the tea. You looked at him confused “Thought I’d give it a go too" he smiled. You nodded and took a sip, having to hold in the urge to spit it back out. Niall grimaced and looked at you. He stood up and took the mug from you “I’ll make us some chicken soup?" he asked. You nodded eagerly.

Zayn: The thing that makes you better when you’re ill is listening to Zayn’s voice. Whether it be him singing, him reading to you or just talking, there was something about his voice that soothed you. So when you were struck with a stomach bug, you called Zayn and he said he’d be over shortly. He arrived half an hour later and found you in bed. “Okay (Y/N) what am I reading you?" he asked, sitting beside you and scanning your bookcase “I’m not reading Twilight again" he added before you could say anything. You laughed and agreed, since he had read it to you so many times before. “What about this?" he asked, holding up The Hunger Games. You nodded enthusiastically, shuffling over on your bed to make room for him. He read to you for about forty five minutes before you told him to put the book down and just cuddle you, which he happily does.

Credits go to the original author :) xx

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