One direction sick fics

Harry sick

Harry woke up early. It was so early that it was still dark out the hotel windows. He knew something was wrong, but he couldn't pintpoint what it was. It wasn't until he rolled on to his stomach and felt a sharp pain that he knew what was wrong. He tried to massage the knot out, but the pain wouldn't lessen.

Harry laid on the bed, curled up on his side with his fist pressed into his stomach. It was the only way he could feel comfortable. 

An intense wave of nausea washed over him and the question of if he was going to throw up quickly changed to when. Deciding that he didn't want to be alone when it happened, he reached for his phone on his bedside table. Just that simple movement left him feeling drained. He texted Liam, wanting someone to take care of him.

Harry: I don't feel good :,(

Liam: Want me to come to your room?

Harry: yes

Liam: ok

Almost as soon as Harry got the last text, Liam came through the door. Each of the boys had a key to one anothers room.

Liam had figured that Harry just needed asprin or something and then he could go back to bed, but when he walked into the room and saw Harry shaking under the covers, despite the heat in his room, he knew it would be a long night.

"Aww, he cooed, what;s wrong Hazza?" 

"My stomach hurts" Harry sobbed. tears spilled from the corners of his eyes despite his atempt to hold them back.

Liam sat on the edge of the bed, pushing Harry's hair back, checking his temperature...Definitely warm.

"I'll be right back" Liam said softly. He left the room and Harry sobbed louder. He just didn't want to be alone when he was feeling so bad.

Liam, being prepared as always, returned with a thermometer, medecine and a bottle of water.

"Can you sit up for me Hazza?" Liam knew he had to be gentle with Harry when he was sick. "Here put this under your tongue" Liam said supporting Harry's weak form. He could feel the unnatural heat radiating through his shirt and his worry only increased when Harry accepted the thermometer without a fight.

 Harry began to shiver while waiting for the conclusion of the device in his mouth. His head was foggy, but he knew that he just wanted to curl back into the warm covers.

Finally a beep echoed throughout the silent room. Harry and Liam traded the thermometer for medecine. 

Liam was shocked to see such high numbers. "Aww Haz, It's 103. Let me get you a cool cloth for your head."

A small wimper was his only reply. Liam came back quickly with a damp cloth to mop the younger boy's burning forehead. 

"Do you need anything else?"

Harry mumbled something incoherent.

"What was that?" Liam said softly, pushing back some of his sweaty culrs.

"A sick bucket."

Liam cooed. "You thiink you might be sick?"

Liam saw his curls bob up and down. It was the only part of his head visible since Harry had retreated under the blankets. Liam grabbed the trashcan and put it on the bedside table.

"Are you all set now?"

Harry made grabby hands toward where his fever mind must have thought Liam was standing. "Cuddle?"

Liam couldn't help but smile. "Of course."

Liam got in on the other side of the bed, placing his hand on Harry's sore belly to rub in gentle circles. Harry moaned happily and began to drift to sleep.

A/N ok so I think I might make this a multi chapter fic, just because I personally enjoy reading multiple chapters, but let me know what you guys want :)

Oh and for all the spelling mistakes, I'm dyslexic so don't give me any hate, I do my best, but I have to guess a lot of times on spelling. This also means it will take me a longer time to update just because writting is difficult, but I love it so i will persist. Thanks guys :) reads, votes, comments, all of it means so much to me.

Ok, mini rant over