One Direction Sickfics

Harry hurt- for charliecasand1d

"Are you sure? It's really okay."

"It's fine Liam," he grinned, "need to make sure this idiot doesn't trip over anything else anyways."

Harry grumbled quietly in offense, making us all chuckle.

The medic told us to have Harry drink something and then with a quick reminder to find him if anything happened he disappeared to help some other guy with a bleeding nose.

Harry sat down against the wall and I sat beside him to hold the ice-pack I'd been given against the side of his head. It was freezing in my hand so I had to keep swapping.

For twenty minutes or so we all sat there against that wall and cheered for our team, clapping in excitement. Harry had drunken the water he was supposed to and seemed to be recovering a bit. He was still pretty airy fairy, his stare drifting around like it was lost while he complained about his headache every few minutes, but he was slowly perking up a little.

Until the game finished at least. Everyone swarmed around in a bustle of bright colours and it got pretty loud for a few minutes as everyone chatted and cheered. Harry went quiet and when I finally realised it and looked down to see if he was okay his face was pretty much void of any colour and he looked like he was about to puke.

"Whoa Haz, what's the matter?"

"Don't know," he gulped, "feel sick."

"Sometimes when you get a concussion you get nauseous, it doesn't always mean you'll actually be sick though Hazza, just breathe through it," Louis rubbed his shoulder sympathetically.

Harry whimpered and swallowed, shifting about in discomfort. I patted his leg, disappointed there wasn't more I could do. I'd patched up more than enough cuts and scrapes but sadly there wasn't a lot I knew about concussions.

"Maybe drink some more?" Niall suggesting, offering the half empty bottle of water.

"No..." Harry pushed it away. He groaned and closed his eyes, "when can we go?"

"We're supposed to hang around for a bit I think considering all this we can just go," I nodded, "do you wanna stand now? We can wait a little."

"Now..." He whispered softly.

We helped him up and paused for a few moments while he regained some balance. It was obvious he was still a bit dizzy and feeling ill but he seemed to be pushing through it as he surged forward with more strength than I expected. I didn't feel like I was holding much of his weight at all.

The familiar medic stopped us before we could properly get out of the stadium to the van waiting for us outside.

"If he gets very lightheaded or he's in a lot of pain take him to the hospital for a proper check okay?"

"Will do," I agreed, "thanks."

A few feet away from the van Harry suddenly stopped. Unfortunately there was no time as people were beginning to roll out of the stadium and if we didn't get out of there now we would be trapped for hours so we just had to push him along the short distance and then into the van before climbing in after him and quickly shutting the door.

"Hiya lads!" Our greeted cheerfully, obviously understanding the situation too as she quickly drove out the gates and onto the main street. Her name was Bea and she'd done a fair few rides with us. A sweet older lady with wide eyes and frail hands.