One Direction Sickfics

Liam sick- for xX-Kpop-Xx

Liam ended up sobbing so much that he gagged into the pillow which only made him sob more at how pathetic he was acting. He stood up and ran to the bathroom that was luckily in his bedroom since he was spoiled enough to have the master bedroom of the house.

He sobbed harder when he realized there was no way of avoiding what was about to come up. He fell in front of the toilet and wrapped his arms around the bowl, leaning his cheek against the toilet seat which he knew was pretty disgusting but this was his bathroom and he didn't exactly care right now.

He felt himself getting worked up again and sobbed himself into another fit of gags. He couldn't tell if it was from all the crying or not at this point because his stomach really hurt as if he had contracted some type of stomach bug in the last twenty minutes.

He gagged harshly over the toilet, leaning forward and grabbing his stomach tightly before puking into the once clear water. It hit the water with the most unpleasant splashing noise and Liam felt his throat burning just from the first round.

He blinked back a couple more tears, trying to keep himself together so he could stop vomiting but his stomach wouldn't give up. He swallowed hard and tried to hold back but he was soon forced to lean over the toilet once again, a rough gag escaping his lips.

He managed to throw up a smaller stream of sick into the toilet and coughed a couple of times, trying to get the vile taste out of his mouth. He knew at this point all of the boys probably heard him struggling in the bathroom but he didn't care.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before standing up, walking over to the sink to wash his hands. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and frowned at what he saw. His reflection definitely troubled him.

He looked absolutely wrecked. His eyes were the puffiest he'd ever seen them and his face was flushed bright red from all the crying he'd done. His cheeks were stained with tears all along the sides and there were very prominent bags just below his eyes.

He couldn't sleep at all last night and he figured that probably made him a lot more weak and emotional about what was going on right now. He turned the water on a freezing temperature and cupped his hands underneath it before splashing some onto his face.

He sniffled before grabbing the hand towel and aggressively rubbing it around his face, trying to dry himself off. Just as he began walking out of the bathroom he noticed that his stomach didn't feel any better after throwing up and he was almost sure he wasn't just sick from working himself up too much.

He must have caught a stomach bug which was just great. He frowned at the thought before hopping back into bed, covering himself up with the blanket before falling into a deep sleep. He could usually sleep for days during situations like this one.

It usually helped ease the pain a little since he couldn't really think about it when he was asleep but he often found himself waking up to think it was all a dream only to find out it wasn't which hurt a lot usually.

He slept for five hours and didn't even hear when Harry knocked on the door, asking if he wanted to go out for dinner with the rest of the boys. He tossed the blankets off of himself and sat up, noting just how much his stomach was swirling.

It felt like he had to puke again so he ran to the bathroom as fast as he could, accidentally pulling the entire blanket off of the bed and nearly skiing on it once it had fallen on the floor.  He turned on the shower so it would drown out any noise of him puking and attempted to let it all out.

He leaned over the toilet, breathing heavily over it as he waited for the inevitable. He closed his eyes as a particularly bad bout of nausea ripped through his stomach, causing him to loudly retch over the toilet. He was glad that he had turned the shower on or else the other boys would have definitely heard that.