One Direction Sickfics

Harry sick but no one believes him

Harry's sick but no one believes him not even Paul :(... but things get better. I'v had this idea since i started writing but never knew what to write. Got an idea bout what to write so decided to give it a shot. Also, I wont be including Zayn in this Chapter. Hope ya'll like it :)..

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Harry's POV

I woke up in the morning feeling horrible. My throat, head and stomach hurt. My throat was burning and my head felt like it was gonna explode but my Stomach was the worst for sure.

I didn't know how much the others would believe it because Niall had tried getting out of a day's work a week ago and we were pretty annoyed to find out that he was faking. They would definitely not want to believe a word I would say after that.

"C'mon harry get up... We're gonna be late" Louis said pulling the sheets off me. I groaned "Stop Lou... I don't feel good" "Nice try Harry, We busted Niall just last week, try and be more creative will ya" he chuckled and left.

It was worth a try. I got out of bed and my stomach turned almost immediately after standing up. I groaned and went to the bathroom. 'I look like absolute shit, how doesn't Lou believe me' I thought to myself looking at the mirror while brushing my teeth.

"Eat quickly Harry, we don't have time" Liam said as I walked into the kitchen. "Don't want food, feel like crap" I replied. "Harry, Louis told us you were faking, cut with the act" Liam snapped back. " yea...We aint buying any of it" Niall added. "I really don't feel well, guys." They just ignored it, trying to convince them wasn't going to work, they had made up their minds that I was faking.

We got into the van that was supposed to take us to our first interview. We had 3 interviews, 1 sound check and 1 concert to do that day. My stomach was doing cartwheels at this point and my head was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode. My throat was sore and I sounded raspy. I was sweating buckets but freezing cold at the same time so I had a fever and I was 100% sure about it. So sure that I would bet my life on it. How hadn't anyone noticed. Luckily the first interview was short so I was fine through it.

The 2nd one however was comparatively longer. I felt like I was going to puke, even before we reached the venue. The boys won't believe me so I decided to ask Paul if I could sit it out.

"Umm Paul?"

" Yes Harry, anything wrong?" he said politely

" 'M feelin sick can i sit this interview out?" I asked him bluntly.

" No, Harry. You look fine to me, no sitting it out besides you were perfectly fine through the first one." He said. I couldn't believe my ears. Even Paul didn't believe me. Guess I would have to do this interview after all. I sighed and went into the room with the others where the interviewer was waiting for us.

The lights weren't helping my headache and that was contributing to the sick feeling in my stomach.
"Harry, you feeling okay. You've been awfully quiet out there?" the interviewer asked. I groaned  and put my head into my hands shaking it 'no' in response to her question.

I got a death stare from the management for that. "What's wrong. You look really very pale...even for a person with naturally pale skin." She asked starting to sound concerned.
"Head hurts, not bad though, I'm fine" I replied as the management gave me death stares at me from behind the cameras. Louis started pulling my cheeks to cut the tension in the room and I could tell from the way that he abruptly left me and stared right into my eyes, that he was starting to believe that I was actually sick.

Ten minutes later my stomach turned and I felt heat rising up my chest. I had to get out of the room but the big question was How? I could not just get up and leave, that would be rude but if I asked, management would kill me. I opted for the second option.

"Can you excuse me for a moment please?" I said slowly getting up from the couch we were all perched on. The interviewer nodded.

"Sit down Harry, now" I heard the management say as I stood up but I didn't care. I had to find a bathroom and that to quick. Luckily it wasn't a live interview so they could cut the portion out where the management was being bitchy. 

I left the room and went to our dressing room and found the bathroom. I got in just in time for the sink to catch everything that my stomach had sent right back up. I turned on the tap and let it wash my puke down. I got to the toilet as a second round of nausea hit me. The clear water made me gag and bring up more of the previous days' food. I let out a painful sob. It hurt so much. I must have been there for a while as the next thing I heard was Louis' voice calling my name, asking me to come out from wherever I was hiding. My stomach turned again making me gag but not bring anything up.

I flushed my stomach contents down and heard a knock on the door. "Harry you in there" I heard a voice that i recognised as Louis'. I groaned, I was completely exhausted. That is exactly when when my stomach started expelling it's contents into the bowl again. Louis came barging in. "Awe Hazza, I'm so sorry. I should have believed you when you said you weren't feeling well" Louis said. I didn't really pay attention, you know kinda busy. He rubbed by back once I was done throwing up for the 3rd time in a row.

"Let's get you back to the tour bus, shall we." Louis said. I nodded allowing the older but smaller boy help me up.

He took me to the van and got me situated on my seat. "I'll be back. Gonna get the other 2." He said and left before i could say anything. He returned a couple of minutes later with Niall and Liam trailing behind him. They both kept arguing with Louis.

"You actually believe him Louis?" I heard Niall say as they entered the bus. "Yea. I think he's got a temperature too. He felt a little too warm earlier." Louis said, barely above a whisper probably trying not to worsen the headache that I had mentioned in the interview.

I felt a cold hand on my forehead. I opened my eyes and saw Liam's shocked face staring at me. "I'm so sorry Harold. I - I" He stuttered not knowing what to say. I just forced a smile to show him that i forgave him.

We had a few hours off before sound check for our concert that night and our 3rd interview. Liam called Modest and Asked them of i could sit out the rest of the events. They said that i could miss the interview and sound check but i had to do the concert. They were understanding enough to keep the lights lowered so it doesn't worsen my headache. Liam handed me some pills and a bottle of water once we were on the tour bus which i swallowed.

I went back a few times during the concert to be sick but it wasn't the first time I was sick on stage so it didn't bother me much. Just leaving the fans worried wasn't something i liked doing. I was feeling much better in a couple of days and was back to my crazy and hype self.

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What do you think. Sorry about the crappy ending. Tell me if you want one where Niall is faking a gets busted by the boys.

TPWK!!