One Direction Sickfics

Harry- hides being sick

Harry's POV

I was pulled out of a dreamless sleep by yet another round of stomach cramps. I groaned, just my luck. I really needed to get back to sleep, but my stomach had woken me up twice already to send me stumbling to the bathroom in the hotel. I was rooming with Liam, so I had to be quiet if I didn't want to be stuck in bed all day tommorow. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Daddy Direction but sometimes he and the lads are a bit much to handle, especially as overprotective of me as they are. I slipped a warm hand over my achy belly, and massaged it gently, hoping it'd help. No such luck as not even two secounds later I found myself running to the loo. My lunch didn't taste so great the second time around, and it burned as I heaved heavily into the toilet, shaking but sweaty at the same time. 10 minutes later the torture finally stopped. I tiptoed back into the bed, checking to make sure I hadn't woken Li (which I hadn't) and fervently hoping I'd feel better in the morning.

Liam's POV

When I woke up it was 5 am. We really needed to get going because we had a jam packed schedule today, and I was generally the one who got the lads up. Harry generally helped, but I'd heard him awaken a few times in the night and I knew he needed as much sleep as he could get. I looked over at him, noting that he was sweating, but thought nothing of it, turning the AC down a bit to make him more comfortable. I headed out into the corridor, stopping outside Lou and Niall's door. I banged on it quickly, then hearing no answr, knocked again. "Bloody hell, we're up already," I heard Louis' grumpy morning voice rasp through the door. I smiled to myself, heading back inside to wake up Haz. "Haz,Hazza,Harry, wake up!" I shook him. He cracked his eyes open at me blearily, then closed them again. "Don't wanna," he grumbled under his breath. I grinned to myself, he was so not a morning person. I could see him drifting off to sleep, so I went ahead and set an alarm on his phone then went off to get some brekkie with the lads.

Harry's POV

I woke up this time to an incessant beeping that wouldn't go away. I shot up in my bed, noting that Liam was absent from our room. I felt horrible! My head was pounding and my stomach hurt really bad! I also felt a bit dizzy from sitting up so quickly. I brushed it off, hoping a hot shower would help me feel better. It didn't though. I towled myself off, throwing on some joggers and a plain white T shirt. I glanced in the mirror, raking a hand through my long hair. My eyes were dull, and I was two times paler than I normally was. I had dark circles under my eyes that couldn't be ignored. I looked, in short, like a very sexy vampire. All I needed were the fangs. I made my way downstairs to meet the lads, but stopped short when I entered the dining hall. The smell of food was sickening, making my stomach turn and flip like I was on a roller coaster. I sat down next to Louis, then leaned my head down on his shoulder and let myself drift off.

Louis POV

Harry looked really pale when he'd walked in this morning; it was really worrying. What was worse, he'd say down and gone straight to sleep. Normally he'd be pretty social, cracking bad jokes and goofing off with me. I made eye contact with Liam, nodding a bit towards Harry. "Do you reckon he's alright?" Liam's forhead creased, and he was up and beside me in secounds. He swept back Haz's hair, sneakily checking for a temperature. And judging off of the look on his face, he had one! "He's way too hot Lou." I nodded; I could feel him radiating heat and his head was burning my shoulder. Still, I let him sleep until the server got here.

Harry's POV

"Harry," I heard a voice in my ear. It sounded like Lou, actually. "Get up babe," Liam's voice joined in. I was shaken awake for the secound time this morning, and it felt like everything in my body was trying to tell me how bad it felt at once. I felt really ill, about ten times worse than when I had fallen asleep. My tummy was killing me, and my headache felt like someone was taking a bat to my head. I bit back a moan as Louis looked down at me worriedly, "You feeling all right?" I forced my lips up into a smile, "I'm fine," I answered quickly. Louis gave me an evil grin, "Then you shouldn't have a problem with the meal I ordered for you." Food? Oh no, I can't do this. Not now. I didn't think I could force down anything without being violently sick. Niall hadn't said anything, he just gazed at me from across the table with concern clear in his baby blue eyes. The expression was mirrored in Liam's face as he stroked my hair over and over. The food arrived, and just the smell set my stomach off. I swallowed down the bile that was coming up, and choked half of the meal down before pushing it away. "Look lads, I'm fine," I grouched angrily, "You don't have to watch me eat." Niall picked up my half eaten plate, "It's more like what you didn't eat, ya know?" Just then my stomach started to rebel, flipping wildly. I jumped up, shrugging off the dizziness taking hold of me, and made a run for the toilet. I could hear the lads following me, feet pounding on tile. I made it to the washroom, then locked the door quickly. I collapsed to my knees, bringing up my breakfast painfully. I was feeling horribly weak, and it didn't help that the lads were trying to break down the door on the other side. Louis was threading me with disembowlment if I didn't open the door, which would be preferable to what I was going through now. I clenched my teeth, then gave in to the next wave of sickness that came over me, forcing me back over the porcelain bowl. I discoloured the water over and over again. My head swarming, I laid back on the toilet. The pounding at the door had strangely vanished. Then I heard a noise like a foot connecting with wood. I attempted to stand up, but suddenly all the sound disappeared and my world wobbled then went black as I felt myself falling. I didn't even feel myself hit the ground.

Louis POV

I swear, I was going to kill him. Harry had already been in the loo for 5 minutes, and we could all hear him retching painfully. Problem was that he'd gone and locked the doors and we couldn't get in. We were going crazy, pounding on the door like mad and screaming trying to get him to open it. Somewhere around 7 minutes we stopped, and Liam had the bright idea to go get the manager to unlock the door. I heard the retching stop at about 10 minutes, and heard only heavy breathing. Niall kicked the door, swearing as it didn't give. Suddenly, I heard an ominous crash. Then silence. I went crazy, banging on the door. Liam ran back in the men's area with the manager in tow, taking in my face. "He's bloody passed out in there and the door's still locked!" His face paled dramatically, and he shoved the manager to the door. Not a moment later, it was open. I stood there, taking in the scene. Harry was sprawled across the floor haphazardly, like a marionette with its strings cut. He was as pale as the floor, and I could hear his breathing but it was shallow and erratic. Liam took over, rushing in. "Niall, dial 999 and tell them we need an ambulance. Louis, help me pick up Harry," he shouted. I picked Harry up bridal style, feeling increasingly panicked as his head lolled against my shoulder. 10 minutes later there were paramedics on the scene, taking Harry away from us, working on him with a desperate feeling. "His temperature is 40.2 (104.3) we need to get him to the hospital right away." They loaded him on a stretcher and we all piled into the back.

Liam's POV

This was my fault. I knew something was off when I'd seen Harry this morning, and look where not saying anything had gotten me. I let out a frustrated breath, pushing my quiff back with sweaty hands. Niall had been pretty quiet all this time, glancing worriedly at Harrys pale form. I tried to reassure him, but the words choked in my throat. We got to the hospital where they rushed Harry inside. We were directed to a private seating area, but we didn't have to wait long. "Harry Styles?" The nurse asked and we all shot up. "Please follow me," she said shortly. We ended up on the ICU floor, in room 3046. The doctor was waiting for us outside. "Before you see him, I just want to let you know what's going on with him. It seems Harry has a severe strain of flu as well as mild dehydration. These contributed to his passing out. We have his temperature down to 38.3 (100.94) degrees so we're thinking as soon as we get him back to normal we can discharge him sometime tonight maybe." That being said, he allowed us access to the room. Harry was stretched out, pale and hooked up to a breathing tube, an IV, and a heart monitor that was beeping steadily. He looked pale and thin among his pile of pillows, asleep. We soundlessly surrounded him, laying down around him. I felt myself falling into sleep.

Harry's POV

I woke up to beeping and a pale expanse of wall before me. I sat up, noting I was no longer dizzy. Hospital. I was in a hospital. Liam started, and woke up soon behind me. His eyes filled with tears as he reached out and hugged me. "Please, don't ever do that to us again!" "Yeah," Louis and Niall's sleepy voices chimed in. We cuddled and watched movies the rest of the day until I was discharged from the hospital. The lads took great care of me, and I was even able to perform at a concert in Dublin the week after!

A/N- phew, that was a LOT! Please comment and vote what you think, as this is my first 1D fic! You can also request in the comments, I ask that you give me a bit of time when you request to get it all together :) Like I said, no Y/N please! Love you all!
-WeAreTheLost15