(Louis's P.O.V)
"Louis." I heard a voice call. "Louis wake up." He shook me a little. I think it's Liam. "Louis, come on you've got to get up." It was definitely Liam.
"Idon'tfeelgood," I mumbled into my pillow.
"What was that?"
"I don't feel good," I repeated rolling on my side.
"Nice try Louis. Get up. We've got to get going." I heard him walk away leaving me in my bunk. I groaned and put my hand under my shirt and placed it on my stomach that was churching over and over again. Figures he didn't believe me. I've used that excuse before but this time I was serious. I heard footsteps coming back to the bunks were I was still laying.
"Lou, come on we've got to go. Get dressed," Harry's voice told me.
"Haz I feel sick," I told him.
"Don't start Louis. We've got a long day," he sighed. I groaned and slowly got out of bed grabbing my clothes and trudging up to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror I didn't look as bad as I felt but I was a little pale. I tried to shake it off and I got dressed and joined the boys up front.
"Here Louis, I got breakfast for you," Liam told me. I sat down next to Harry and tried to eat a little. I could feel it roll around in my stomach so I pushed the rest away. I knew we had a long ass meeting with management today and a concert tonight. I hoped that whatever was wrong with me would just go away throughout the day.
We got to the concert site where we left the bus and went into the large conference type room and sat down and waited for management to come in. My stomach was more upset then it was that morning. I carefully put my hand on my stomach and rubbed circles over it trying to keep it calm. When management finally got there they stood at the front of the room and talked about the next week's events they had scheduled for us. I was having a hard time focusing. I was more concentrated on my stomach.
"Mr. Tomlinson," one of the women said angrily. I snapped out of my trance and looked up at her. "Are you paying attention?"
"Course," I lied.
"What did I just say?"
"Something about prancing us around like show horses until we collapse," I shot back. I was not in the mood for this. The other three boys looked over at me in disbelief. Management was not impressed with me.
"You think this is a joke?" she asked.
"No, why do you?" I snapped back.
"Louis stop," Niall whispered. I looked over at him and his eyes were wide and scared. I looked at Liam and he shook his head telling me not to say another word.
"Sorry," I sighed slumping back in my chair. She glared at me.
"Anyways as I was saying..." Her voice trailed off as I felt my stomach roll around again. I didn't want to be there. I'm sure I was in for it after the meeting was over. We sat there for what felt like forever before they let us go for lunch. I got up and followed the boys before management stopped me.
"Stay Mr. Tomlinson," one of the men told me. The other boys looked back at me. "The rest of you go," he told them sternly. They reluctantly walked away leaving me by myself in the room.
