I really like this one so I hope you guys do too.
(Niall's P.OV.)
I woke up early in the morning in my hotel room with a splitting headache and persistent pain in my stomach. I groaned rolling over on my side. I felt fine when we went to bed. I started gently rubbing my aching belly hoping that it would bring some comfort it seemed to help for a while. I got out of bed and got myself a bottle of water that I started sipping on. It worked for a while but soon I felt my stomach try to send up what was in it. I brought my hand to my mouth and took a few deep breaths trying to calm it down but it had other ideas. It seized up causing me to gag into my hand and I jumped up sprinting to the toilet. I barely made it before I began spewing into the water. I coughed and gagged several times as my stomach tried to rid itself of all that I had eaten the day before. When I was finished I flushed away my dinner and got up and brushed my teeth, ridding my mouth of the horrid taste. My whole body ached and all I wanted to do was sleep. I got back in bed and drifted back to sleep.
(Liam's P.O.V.)
My alarm went off at 7:00 like it did every morning. I turned it off and got up out of bed. I knew I would need to wake the other boys up. I started with Harry who was right next door. I pounded on his door until he opened it letting me know I was up. Then I went to Louis's door. He was far less pleasant in the morning.
"It's too fucking early for this Liam," he shouted through the door.
"Good morning Louis, I'll see you at breakfast," I called back. I heard him groan. I moved to Niall's room last. I knocked on the door waiting for an answer. His room was quiet. I knocked again. "Niall, it's time to get up mate." Still no answer. I pulled out the spare key to his room and opened the door. The boys gave me all their spare keys for exactly this reason. I walked into his room and found him curled up in bed. I shook him slightly. "Nialler." He opened his eyes and groaned. "It's time to get up pal."
"I'm not feeling well," he muttered in his pillow. I instantly became worried. I knelt down beside his bed.
"Hey look at me." He turned to look at me. He was a bit pale but not too bad. I put my hand on his head fever for a fever but he felt normal. "I don't think you have a fever mate. What doesn't feel well?"
"My head hurts and my stomach. I threw up last night." I felt bad for him.
"Alright buddy why don't you rest a bit more. You can skip breakfast if you aren't feeling well." He nodded. I stood up and rubbed his back before leaving his room. I got myself ready before making my way down to the dining room to meet the other two. Harry was already down there. He was reading a paper and drinking a cup of tea I sat down across from him.
"Morning Liam," he said without looking up.
"Morning Haz." Louis made his way down and sat with us. He looked around noticing Niall was missing.
"Where's blondie?" Louis asked.
"He's not feeling very well this morning. I told him he could skip breakfast." Harry looked up from his paper.
"Niall's sick?" Harry asked with concern.
"Said his stomach hurt and that he threw up last night," I shrugged.
"Oh come on Liam, you know what he's doing don't you?" Louis asked. I looked over at him. "He's done this before. He doesn't want to do the interview before the show tonight." Now that Louis said that, this isn't the first time Niall has lied about being sick to get out of an interview.
"Maybe he really is sick Lou, come on give him a break," Harry said trying to give Niall the benefit of the doubt.
"He didn't have a fever when I checked," I admitted. Harry sighed.
"Or maybe he's faking again," Harry reluctantly agreed.
"I'll get his ass down here," Louis huffed standing up from the table.
"Louis be nice," I told him.
"Give me his key," he demanded.
"No, Louis I'll go get him." I started to stand up.
"You're far too nice to him. I'll go get him." Louis wasn't wrong. Reluctantly I handed over Niall's key and watched Louis storm away.
(Niall's P.O.V.)
The next thing I knew I had my blankets ripped off of me. I shot up and found Louis standing over me.
"What the hell Lou?" I asked angrily.
"It's time to get up. Get dressed and come eat breakfast," he told me coldly.
"Didn't Liam tell you? I'm not feeling well," I tried to explain.
"Liam told us you told him you weren't feeling well. But come on Niall, you've used that excuse before. Get up and get dressed." My heart sunk. He was right I had lied to get out of a few interviews but I was telling the truth this time.
"Louis, I know I've lied before but I'm not this time. I'm really not feeling well," I pleaded with him. He put his hand on my hand I assumed he was feeling for a fever.
"You don't have a fever. Get up and come downstairs." He stomped out of the room slamming my door behind him. Pain shot through my head and I groaned in pain. There was no use trying to fight him. I got up and got dressed and made my way downstairs.
(Harry's P.O.V.)
When Niall came into the dining room he looked alright but something was still off. I couldn't tell if he was just trying to fool us or if he was really feeling ill. Both Liam and Louis said he didn't have a fever so I had a hard time believing he really was sick. He sat down quietly not really making eye contact with any of us. He grabbed a few pieced of toast and ate those. Liam talked about this interview we had that day as well as the concert that night. I kept looking over at Niall who was far too quiet. When we left and got on the bus Niall went and sat by himself. Liam and Louis sat down and started playing video games. I deicide to check on Niall. I sat down next to him and he looked over at me.
"Hey," I smiled.
"Hey," he replied sadly. He looked a bit pale. I was starting to get the feeling maybe he wasn't lying. On a whim I put my hand on his head. He did feel a little warm. "Don't bother the others said I don't have a fever." I shook my head.
"No you do feel a little warm Nialler," I told him. He looked over at me in shock.
"You mean you believe me?" he asked. I nodded. His eyes got wide then tears started to form in them.
"Hey now, you're alright," I soothed. He sobbed a little and fell into my arms. I rubbed circled on his back and let him cry. "Shh, Shh, Nialler it's alright. Calm down, you're ok," I whispered in his ear.
"The others think I'm lying," he sobbed.
"Shh, I know buddy, I know." He continued to cry into my chest. There was no way he wasn't sick. He never acted this way unless he was. I put my hand on the back of his head and gently played with his hair until he calmed down.
"I don't feel good Hazza," he sniffed.
"I know Nialler, let me go talk to the other boys alright?" He nodded and wiped the tears off his cheeks. I stood up and made my way into the room where Louis and Liam were. They were still playing FIFA and Louis was in a rage because Liam was beating him. Liam scored another goal and Louis threw his control on the ground.
"You suck," he huffed. Liam laughed and danced a little enjoying his victory.
"Hey boys." They both looked over at me. "Sorry to interrupt but I think Niall really is ill." Liam's eyes got soft but Louis just got mad.
"Come on Harry don't fall for this crap. You know he does this," Louis hissed.
"I agree his track record is poor but I believe him this time. He's just not acting right," I explained.
"That's because he wants you to feel bad for him. I'm not buying it," Louis slumped back on the couch. I looked over at Liam who looked conflicted.
"Sorry Haz, but I think I'm with Louis on this one. Like you said, his track record is poor." I instantly became angry.
"You know what, fine. Fuck you guys. I'll stay with him then. Don't you worry about it. But if something happens to him it's on you!" I stormed away leaving both of them shocked.
(Louis's P.O.V.)
It wasn't like Harry to get angry like that. I started to feel bad for being so stubborn. Niall must have really had Harry fooled.
"Maybe Harry is right Lou," Liam sighed.
"You said it yourself Liam. Niall didn't have a fever. I haven't seen him throw up and neither have you. He's mad that he got caught and Harry is just babying him." Liam sighed. I could tell he wanted to believe Niall but he didn't. "He'll snap out of it Liam." Liam nodded. We went back to playing our game and just stopped talking about Niall.
When we pulled into the car park we got off the bus and into the van that was gonna take us to the interview site. Harry led Niall onto the bus and they sat in the back without saying a word to either of us. Liam got a sad look in his eye.
"Lou maybe we should say something," he told me softly.
"Liam, come on. They're fine." Liam sighed. We got on the van and set off. I could hear Harry whispering to Niall like he was trying to keep him calm. I rolled my eyes. Niall really did have him fooled. We weren't quiet to the interview building yet but we heard Niall start to whimper. Liam turned around right away. I turned back to see what was going on. Niall had grown very pale and his cheeks started to get a slight green tint to them.
"Nialler you alright?" Liam asked. Niall whimpered and shook his head. Harry put his arm around him and whispered in his ear. Niall closed his eyes and nodded. I got the hint that time.
"Driver we need to stop now," I called. He pulled the van over and we barely got Niall out before he threw up all over himself and on the pavement. Harry rushed to his aid and Liam wasn't far behind. I felt like a complete ass. He really was telling the truth. I got out with them and put my hand on Niall's back. He sobbed in between heaves as he coated the street with the foul smelling substance.
"He can't do the interview like this," Liam muttered. He walked to the front of the van and started talking to the driver. Harry and I stayed by his side.
"Hazza," Niall cried before being cut off by more vomit.
"Shh, Nialler it's alright," Harry soothed him. I looked up at Liam who was now pacing while talking on the phone. Niall continued retching for several minutes before his stomach relaxed. He was really weak at that point and Harry stabilized him. Niall looked over at me with tears in his eyes. I put my hand on his head feeling heat this time. My heart sunk.
"I'm really sorry Nialler." He smiled a little at me before his face once again lost it color.
"No," he muttered. He doubled over again sending what little was left in his stomach on the pavement. Harry and I rubbed his back until Liam came back.
"Management cancelled the interview and the concert. Niall's way too sick for either. We'll make them up next week but for now I think we need to get Niall back to the bus." When Niall was finished retching we got him back in the van and to the bus. Harry took him in and got him changed and in the shower before putting him in bed. I had made him some tea that should help settle his stomach a bit and brought it back to him.
"Nialler." He looked up at me. "How you doing?" I asked shyly. He shrugged a little. "I made you some tea. Should help settle your stomach." I handing him the mug.
"Thanks Lou," he smiled a little.
"Niall I'm really sorry. Me and Liam both. I feel terrible."
"It's ok Lou. I didn't exactly make it easy for you to believe me." I smiled a little at him. His eyes started to get heavy and he was struggling to keep them open. "Get some rest Nialler. Yell if you need anything." He nodded before letting his eyes shut. I pulled his blankets up over him and left the bunks.
(No P.O.V.)
The boys cared for Niall for several days while he was sick. They made sure he stayed hydrated and gave him food when he was up for it. When he was back on his feet the made up the interview and the concert they missed and everything was right with world.