Harry:
”I’m telling you, babe,” he threw down his coat by the bed, where you passed him and folded the crisp material in half, “the show is incredible…” he reached you and cupped your cheek for his lips damp to your forehead, “I’m sorry you aren’t feeling good, babe, wish you could’ve been there…”
"Me too," you curled a palm over his wrist.
"How are you feeling now, babe, anyway?" He drew back to find your eyes, like taking them could make him see, "bit better?"
"Yeah, a bit…" you smiled and he backed away from you, unbuttoning his shirt with steps into the ensuite.
"And the crowd, babe…" you blinked a few times, spots forming that ducked and quickened and made you feel lighter than what you were, scrunching up to make black patches, "they were so enthusiastic, babe, I…" you felt your limbs wobble and you fell to the floor, knocking the edge of the bed as you fainted, "babe, babe?!" His feet made him fumble back into the bedroom, collecting your limbs and sitting down with you, one hand under your neck and turned to face him, cool hand tapping your cheeks enough to bring you back to him, "babe, babe, hey, babe… come on, wake up, babe, gimme those eyes," he gasped frantic all the way, shaking over you, "baby, come on, come on…"
Niall:
”Babe, are you ready or what?” He leant along the stairwell, feet on the landing, head tilted enough to peer up as if he could see what was taking you so late, “we’re gonna be late, come on…”
You didn’t reply. He knocked brows up at the silence, sighing over the sight of his watch before he took stairs to reach the bedroom, “babe, what’s going on up here? Did you fall in or something?” He laughed over his own joke, pressing the bedroom door to step in and see the ensuite light on, “babe…” he took a step closer, “babe?” The next second he seemed to hurry on, finding you passed out on the floor by the bathtub, “babe? Shit, Y/N…” he crawled down and scooped you up, flustering and shaking, one hand up and the other on the back of your neck, fingers stretching to turn the tap and collect some cool water. He splashed it over your face, tapping your skin to wake you back up, “hey, babe, hey… come on, girl, wake up for me, yeah? Come on… come on…”
"Ni…" you let it slip as a lazy grumble, "Ni…" your eyelids ran to either side before you managed them open, shaking under the light and his worried eyes on you.
"Babe," he gasped, doing enough to help you up and hug you, "babe, are you okay? Don’t… don’t do that to me again, okay?"
Louis:
His hands in yours slipped from sweat under lights too bright and your head already spinning, the room dancing with you, as Louis pressed his body closer, kissing the tequila on your tongue, “mmm, babe, you taste pretty good…”
"Yeah…" you grinned from ear to ear, one hand sloshing the nape of his neck to hold yourself up, humming to where you couldn’t stand right, "yeah, Lou… Lou, baby, I love you, you… you know, love you, yeah…"
"You’re so drunk," Louis chuckled darkly by your ear.
"I… no," you giggled, dancing closer again with the beat changing, "no, I’m… I’m…" you knocked a few more blinks before the room blackened to you, "I’m…" your limbs dropped, and Louis felt himself give way before he had you, hoisting you up from where you’d passed out against him.
"Babe, babe," he shook you for a second, a hand to your cheek as he nudged the crowd aside to carry you to the bar, "yep, some water, please…" he rushed to the bartender, before turning to your eyelids slacked again, "Y/N, Y/N, come on, baby… wake up…" they flickered a little, "yep, there we go…"
Liam:
He looked back and that was when he saw you, bright eyes set against features that were shining all for him, from backstage where he was hung to the side a little, apart from the others to smile his way to you until the end of the song, “I love you,” he mouthed over, blowing you a kiss. You took it and gave one back, lulling back on your heels to watch him run forwards, microphone up to lips for his solo. Lights flashed around you and you couldn’t see for the moment, one hand pressed to your forehead to keep steady, but something scrunched in you and blackened quickly, making it hard for you to stay upright.
"Hey, Y/N, you okay? You look like you’re shaking…" someone from sound crew rushed over, "pretty pale too…" she pressed a hand to your cheek as a gasp flew. You closed your eyes when consciousness failed you, falling so fast that she couldn’t hold you.
"Shit," she struggled to keep you from hitting your head, "crap, um, someone grab Liam, grab Liam right now! Y/N’s just passed out!"
Zayn:
He brushed one thumb up to your hairline and fiddled with the strands that had shifted from you laying on the pillows all day, “how’s my girl feeling now?”
"Mmm," you groaned and shifted your eyes up, "a lil’ better, still pretty groggy… lightheaded…"
"That’s not good," he seized a smile that kept flickering on his face, brushing your hair back further and massaging your temples, "can I get you another glass of water?"
"Please?" You nodded slowly, glazing your eyes enough that when you hovered hands after him getting up, he had to chuckle and settle them down for you. He hurried into the kitchen to fill a glass and bring it back to you, "here, babe, I…" he stopped when he saw you, passed out again, your arm slumped down to the ground and a few more pillows knocked in disarray. He smiled and placed the glass on the coffee table, kneeling in front of you to brush his lips across your forehead, "sleep a little longer, babe, I’ll be here…"
