One Direction Sickfics

Niall and Harry sick

He was faster than me to grab the bowl as his stomach made itself known in his throat, he let out a sickly gag and opened his mouth to let out last night's alcohol and dinner while I rubbed his sticky back and helped him hold the bowl steady.

"Hm. . .I hate throwing up. . ." Niall whimpered once he'd finished and gotten his breath back.

"Lay back down Ni, I'll grab you some medicine to take," I said, smiling sympathetically. He nodded and crumbled back into the couch, wiping his lips with his hand, "thanks."

I picked up the bowl he'd just filled and emptied it out into the sink before returning it to it's earlier position next to Niall and fetching a blanket to toss over his now shivering form.

"Is it just your stomach Ni?" I asked as I leafed through the contents of my bag for something I could give to him.

A mumble came from the other room but it wasn't anywhere near loud enough for me to understand.

"Huh?"

"He said he's got a headache," Louis called, the sound of his voice surprising me. I hadn't even realised he was up. After grabbing the medicines I wanted I walked back out to see Louis sat on the couch with Niall huddled up beside him how we'd been sitting like just before.

He offered me a greeting wave and patted the top of Niall's hair gently, "Liam's back."

Louis had gotten a glass of water before sitting down by the looks of it so I gave him the boxes I was holding, seeing as he was already comfortable next to Niall. I stood closeby and watched as Niall swallowed the first pill, a painkiller for his headache, but at that point there was a loud crash and Louis  smiled up at me. It was more of a grimace than anything, "Harry's up."

I sighed as a loud sob of my name echoed from the bathroom, "he is."

Louis handed me the card of painkillers, "take him those."

"He's gonna need them." I nodded.

Harry was a complete mess on the bathroom floor when I got there. Shockingly, he'd managed to make it over the toilet, but that was about the only good thing I could see. Harry hungover looked just as bad as Niall did sick.

"C-can't stop!" he coughed, hysterical.

"You shouldn't have drank last night Harry. . ." I sighed as I drew close to rub his heaving back.

Panting and retching, Harry frantically shook his head, "never again!"

I winced as he threw up again, a mixture of more alcohol and food pouring out of him as if he had an endless supply.

"Water, drink," I said, holding a glass filled from the sink to his lips. If he worked himself up any further we were going to have a proper problem. I hadn't seen him this badly hungover before, he'd really outdone himself at that gala.

"My head. . ." he whimpered, collapsing against my legs when he'd finally stopped dry retching over the toilet bowl. I shifted and crouched down, allowing him to continue leaning on me. He'd definitely just hit the ground if I didn't.

"Swallow a couple of these and then I'll take you back to bed," I instructed as I popped a couple of pills from their capsules. Harry did as told and then closed his eyes.

"Uh uh uh, come on, up we go," I rushed, gently tugging him to his feet before he could fall asleep on the bathroom floor.

"Ow. . ."

"Close your eyes, I'll lead you," I suggested. I couldn't be annoyed at him for drinking last night when he was hurting so obviously. There were literally tears shining in his eyes as he tried to block out the harsh lights reflecting off all the white. Poor guy, if I hadn't known better I would've said that this was his first hangover.