Zayn: The two of you are at a new Chinese restaurant, sitting in the back in an intimate booth. You smile as you pick up your chopsticks, noting how handsome Zayn looks, and begin to spoon noodles into your mouth. The two of you eat quietly, occasionally looking up at each other and grinning. Then suddenly your throat closes up and you can't breathe. Your eyes widen in horror as you see green peppers, which you're allergic to, hidden in the noodles. Zayn realizes what's happened, pulling out his keys and rushing you to his car. He sits you down in the parking lot next to the car, a look of terror in his eyes as he says "You're gonna be okay babe, you're gonna be okay." He opens up the door and finds an epinephrine injection to treat the reaction. He uses it and your symptoms begin to ease up. Your throat opens again as you breathe easier. You ask him "How did you know? How did you know to have one with you?" as you gasp for air. He smiles and says "I always have one with me. Gotta protect my girlfriend from those pesky peppers."
Liam: You wake up yourself up coughing in the middle of the night, your sinuses clogged and your head pounding. Your wet, insistent coughing accidentally wakes Liam up too. "Babe," he says, his voice low and rough from sleep, "Are you okay?" You groan and cough in response. He sits up, rubbing his eyes. He rubs your back for a few seconds, pauses, then whispers in your ear "I'll be right back". He pulls back the comforter, jumps out of bed, and jogs out of the room. You hazily fall back asleep, your head heavy and eyes drooping. You wake yourself up again with your coughing two hours later and find Liam next to you with his arm around your shoulder while he sits up and reads. A tray with cough medicine, lozenges, tissues, cold medicine, a bottle of orange juice, and your favorite teddy bear wait in between the two of you. "(Y/N). Sweetie." He says, putting his book down, looking lovingly at you. "How are you feeling?"
Harry: As you and Harry sit watching TV on his couch, you cover your face with your hands, wincing as a sudden wave of pain hits you. "Babe?" Harry says in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows, "Is something wrong?" You nod, biting your lip in agony. "..M..my head is...killing me all of a sudden." You recoil, pulling your chin to your chest and shutting your eyes. Harry stands, and turns off the television with the remote. He easily scoops you into his strong arms and carries you bridal style as you turn your face into his chest. He gently sets you down in your huge bed, tucking your hair behind your ears and kissing your cheek. He then turns on the fan and shuts the curtains. He returns to you, propping a large pillow behind you as you lay back. "You need any medicine? Advil?" You gently shake your head. "It'll pass. You know my migraines." Harry sighs and crawls up the bed, joining you. He turns on his side to face your back, and wraps his arms around your waist. The two of you close your eyes, listening to the fan hum while Harry holds you close.
Niall: You come home from a long day of school and sports feeling woozy and nauseous. You tried a new fish sandwich as a snack before getting home, and you can feel it coming back up again. You throw your bag down in the foyer and run down the hall. You sprint to the bathroom and crash to the floor in front of the toilet. You get sick right as you hear Niall come in the front door. "Princess!" He announces, "I'm home! Where's my favorite girl?" You hear his footsteps approach the bathroom and his gasps when he sees you collapsed on the floor, your head resting on the toilet seat. "(Y/N)! Oh my god!" He says in horror. He kneels down beside you. "What's wrong? Are you sick?" You tell him what happened, and get sick in the toilet again. He holds your hair back with one hand and rubs your back with the other. He sits with you all night in the bathroom, alternating between feeding you saltines and ginger ale and kissing your forehead as you lean against him.
