Prompt: I had this idea, where Liam gets sick but the boys have never taken care of him because his mum always came to take care of him. But she's out of the country so they call her because Liam just keeps telling them to call her, hoping she'd come, but instead she explains that when Liam gets sick he can't really function. So they have to put him in diapers, bathe him, take his temperature the old fashion way. But he's kind of resistant to them taking care of him so they give him a spanking. Also lots of cuddling. I hope you like and use the idea!
A/N: Guys, it came to my attention a few days ago that someone was plagiarizing my one-shots as well as a few others. I brought it up and they deleted the book but never responded back to me. If you see anyone using my work and claiming it as their own PLEASE tell me. It hurts so much to see that people think they own what I've worked so hard on. Anyway, the one-shots must go on... and I used Fehrenheit for the temperature, because that's what most people are familiar with. (:
"Liam, come on, we made this soup for you!" Harry pleaded. He sat down on the edge of the bed and held out the bowl, but Liam just turned his nose up and turned his head away. Harry groaned and set the soup on the little stand next to Liam's bed. He was beginning to think that it was useless trying to take care of Liam. "Look, you have to eat something!"
"No."
The other three boys in the room groaned along with Harry this time. Liam had been sick for a whole day now, and their nerves were wearing thin. They couldn't get him to eat, get up, or do anything other than lay there and turn away from whatever they offered. He wouldn't even let them take his temperature, though none of them understood why. It was just a complete mystery to them all that they were willing to solve.
"What do you want, love? You have to tell us." Louis sighed, taking Liam's hand and squeezing it. He would have leaned in for a kiss if he wasn't afraid of getting sick too.
Liam blinked and turned toward him, and with the most serious face he could possibly make, he huffed. "Call Mummy."
That was the other thing that nobody seemed to understand. Karen was on a month long vacation with her husband in America, and even though Liam knew that, he just kept asking for her. He would only get more and more upset when one of them had to explain that she wouldn't be able to come.
"Fine," Niall finally gave in, throwing his hands up in the air. "I'll call Karen. But Liam, while I'm doing that, promise me that you'll eat some soup?"
Liam readily agreed. He even tried to ignore the pain in his stomach and sit up, but Zayn and Harry had to help him when he whimpered. Niall grabbed Liam's cell phone out of his pajama pants pocket and walked out into the hall, already finding Karen's contact and pressing the call button. It wasn't the first time they had tried, honestly, and he didn't have much hope for this time either. However, when he heard a happy, "Hello?" in response, he sighed in relief.
"Karen, it's Niall! I know you're on vacation, and I'm so sorry to bother you, but Liam is sick. It isn't anything serious, but he keeps asking for you, and he won't do anything that we ask. We just want to help him." He rambled.
Liam's mum sighed on the other end of the phone. "This isn't good." She agreed. "I wish that I could be there, but since I can't, you'll have to do some... things for him. Please tell me you boys are willing to do that."
"Anything."
"Good," Karen went on, and she sounded a bit more relieved this time. "You already know how he was sick when he was small. When he gets sick now, it's usually worse than it would have been otherwise because of that. It's also why he doesn't like to cooperate; because he has all the memories of those doctors and such in his head."
Niall thought it over, and he quickly decided that it made a lot of sense. Liam may be the most rational one out of the group, but he was still human. Parts of his past must still plague him at times just like everyone else. This just happened to be one of those times. "Right."
Karen sighed into the phone again and hesitated during the next part. "This is going to sound very odd... but you'll have to put him into nappies."
"Nappies?" Niall squeaked, his eyes wide. "Why?"
"He doesn't fuction correctly when he's sick. He can't get up on his own to use the bathroom, and changing nappies is much easier than changing bed sheets."
While Niall agreed again and asked her to continue, he went downstairs to make a list. If they were going to get things for Liam, he wanted to make sure that he got everything. With his luck, he might forget something that the older boy desperately needed. They couldn't have that. Searching through a drawer, he managed to find a pen, and he wrote 'nappies' on the first line of a small notepad.
"He won't want his temperature taken either, so it would be a good idea to do it the old-fashioned way."
Niall blinked a few times before making a face. "Oh god, you mean... in his bum?"
Karen chuckled. "Yes, Niall. You need a rectal thermometer for that, so if you don't have one, you'll have to get one. Make sure he takes some medicine, and if he isn't drinking or anything, give him a bottle as he's sleeping. He'll probably wake up, but at least he'll have something in his system."
Niall added that to the list and nodded again, though the woman obviously couldn't see him. "Anything else?"
"Make sure he gets a bath. A cool one, if he has a temperature. Oh, and..." She stopped to giggle. "I shouldn't be telling you this, but he has a stuffed dog I got him when he was really a baby. It's probably still hidden in his closet. Give him that, and he'll definitely calm down."
"Okay..." Niall swallowed and tried to remember. "Basically treat him like an infant, then?"
Karen was silent for a few moments. He actually thought that she had hung up on him, but when she started speaking again, he was reassured otherwise. "Yes. Thank you boys so much for doing this. It's odd, but it's the best way."
"We're happy to do anything we can to get him healthy again. Thanks, Karen. We'll keep you updated. I'll let you talk to Liam for now."
Niall hurried upstairs with his list and handed the phone over to Liam, who had eaten a small portion of the soup. Louis and Zayn had taken turns feeding him while Harry rubbed his stomach, hoping to help him that way. All thoughts of food or drink were forgotten when he had the phone in his hands.
"Come on. Let's give him some privacy." Niall whispered. He pulled the other three out into the hallway, and as an afterthought, he added 'baby powder', 'wipes', and 'rash cream' to the list. He made sure the door was closed before he turned to the other boys and started to explain. A few minutes later, all of the boys were caught up on what they had to do, and they decided that Louis and Niall would head off to the nearest store to get the things they needed. None of them even questioned what they were about to do for the sick lad in the bedroom.
"I'm pretty sure we have the harder job here." Zayn nudged Harry's arm. Walking into Liam's room was quite difficult for them. They hated to see their beautiful bandmate and boyfriend sick, but they had to in order to make him feel better.
Liam had finished the call and put the phone off to the side. The soup was still left almost untouched, but at least his eyes were open long enough to have some kind of a conversation. Zayn took the lead and smiled, sitting down on the bed and looking at Liam. Harry didn't want to crowd the sick boy, so he just stayed standing.
"Hey, babe. Are you feeling any better?"
Liam shook his head and tried to breathe through his nose, which was too stuffed up to do any good. He sniffed and breathed out of his mouth instead and groaned, leaning back into the pillows. "Want Mummy."
Zayn and Harry had to hold themselves back from rolling their eyes. Zayn pushed his shoulders back until he was in a lying down position, but Liam just whined and covered his face with his arms, repeating the same thing over and over again.
Harry wracked his brain for a solution, and it wasn't until a few moments later that he remembered one of the details Niall had told him. While Zayn continued trying to calm Liam, he padded over to the closet and pulled it open. His lips were pursed as he looked around, searching for the object that should be somewhere in there. As soon as he spotted it, he gave a small cheer and pulled the stuffed puppy into his arms. "Hey LiLi, look what I have!"
Liam finally stopped his whining so that he could look over and see what Harry was talking about. His eyes immediately landed on the toy, and he reached for it and clenched and unclenched his hands, much like a toddler would. "Puppy!"
It only took a few seconds before Harry knew exactly what to do with the stuffed toy. He wasn't a cruel person, but he was smart, and he knew how to use things to his advantage. "You can only have Puppy if you promise us you'll take a nap. You need your rest." Whenever he wasn't sleeping, he had been whining and begging for his Mum. He looked exhausted already.
Liam frowned and started to shake his head. He stopped, though, and sighed. "Okay." He whispered. His attitude completely shifted. They couldn't help but find it adorable.
Harry placed Puppy into Liam's hands and kissed his forehead. "Now close your eyes. Niall and Louis should be back before you know it."
The two healthy boys smiled as they left the room, hearing Liam giggle and say something to his stuffed dog. He would be out within no time, so they would be able to relax until Louis and Niall returned with the much needed items. They plopped down to watch the tele, letting their tense muscles calm for a while. When Zayn went to check on Liam halfway through whatever movie they were watching, he found him sound asleep, the way it should be.
"We're back!" Louis finally announced loudly. Harry and Zayn both pulled their fingers to their lips, signalling him to be quiet. If they ended up waking Liam, god help them. They place the bags on the floor and started to unpack, revealing quite a variety of different things.
To start off with, there was a pack of nappies that they were pretty sure would fit Liam. It was a pack of fifty, but even though it was a lot, it was the smallest pack that they had. Besides, they would serve their purpose, and they would have extras for when this happened again. Two different bottles, the thermometer, nappy cream and powder so he wouldn't get a rash, and wipes. There was also a small blue dummy that Louis couldn't help but add. Just in case Liam wanted one, they would have it.
"That's everything..." Harry agreed, biting his lip nervously as he grabbed the nappies, wipes, powder, and cream. "I guess it's time to do this, yeah?"
The other boys all agreed, but they were far from ready. They would never be ready to put their boyfriend into a nappy. It really was weird when you thought about it, because Liam was always the one to take care of them. This was nice too, but it was... different. At least it was only temporary, right?
For a reason that none of the boys really knew, they all walked upstairs quietly, as if they didn't want to wake Liam. They didn't want to, if they could help it, but he would have to sometime. It was going to be difficult to keep him asleep while they moved him around.
It didn't really matter how careful they were, because as soon as they walked in, they were faced with a just awoken Liam. He was hugging the stuffed animal to his chest and laying on his side, looking a little better than he was before. "Hey..." He mumbled, yawning and giving them a small smile. It soon disappeared as soon as Harry came into sight. "What's that?"
Sheepishly, Harry set the items onto the floor. "Your mum told us about what she does when you're sick, so we're going to take over this time."
Liam's brows furrowed. "But..." He started, only to be shushed by Louis. He held the thermometer in his hand and grabbed the lube from the side drawer, where he knew Liam kept it. That made the brown-eyed boy squeak and start to back up as far as possible against the headboard. "Louis, no..."
"Turn over on your tummy, love."
Liam suddenly whimpered and started to cry. "No! No no no, leave me alone-"
Seeing how he wasn't going to do it himself, the other boys helped turn him over and pull his plaid pajama pants down. Louis coated the thermometer with lube, and after a moment, gently glided it in. Liam didn't put up much of a fight except for his crying, but it was something they could handle easily. It seemed like forever until the thermometer finally gave them a reading.
"One-hundred and one." Louis frowned. "That's pretty high for just a little cold."
Liam let out a whimper and started to squirm again, this time kicking his legs. He accidentally hit Niall right in the nose, and Louis responded automatically by placing a single smack right on his exposed bum. Liam stiffened and continued to sob, feet falling still.
Zayn shook his head. "Poor Liam." He whispered. He grabbed one of the new nappies and spread it out on the bed, powdering it to prevent a rash. They turned him onto his back and fastened the nappy, only to hear even harsher sobbing from the sick lad. Zayn sat down beside him and pulled him into his lap, trying to calm him down by rocking and humming. When that didn't work, he stroked tears away from his cheek and kissed his forehead. "It isn't that bad. We don't mind seeing you like this, and if it means you'll be healthy again, we'll do whatever it takes."
"B-But... nappy..." Liam cried, shoving his face into the fabric of Zayn's shirt. The older of the two cooed to him and whispered sweet nothings into his ear while the others watched, unable to keep the smiles off of their faces. Liam had just gotten cuter, if that was even possible.
When Liam's cries had finally died down, he looked up at all four of them with wide, chocolate puppy eyes. "Can we watch a film?" He asked sheepishly, curling up into a ball in Zayn's lap.
"Of course we can!" Niall grinned, tickling his sides. Liam squealed and giggled, squirming around. "Let me guess... Toy Story?" Not only was it Liam's favorite movie of all time, but it was usually the only one he would watch when he wasn't feeling the greatest.
Liam hummed in agreement, and they all went downstairs, Zayn carrying Liam. They plopped onto the couch, and Harry put the disk in and pressed play. It wasn't long before the characters were popping up onto the screen, and Liam cuddled into the space between Zayn and Louis, getting comfortable. Even though he must have seen the movie hundreds of times, certain parts still brought a smile to his face, and he nearly forgot all about the nappy he was wearing.
Halfway through the movie, Niall was suddenly reminded of what Karen had said about getting fluids in him. They were even more important because of his fever, and if he didn't have something, he might get dehydrated. He snuck away almost silently to go to the kitchen and fill up one of the new baby bottles with juice. They all liked juice, so it wasn't that surprising. Once he returned to the living room, Louis scooted over so Niall could take his place. The blonde gently guided Liam into his lap and smiled, kissing his temple.
"What are you doin?" Liam mumbled, eyes only flicking to him before going back to the TV. Niall hummed softly and brought the bottle to his lips.
"You need something to drink."
Liam thought about fighting, but all that would probably get him was another smack to his bum. Besides, he was thirsty, and he usually drank at least one bottle when his mummy took care of him. He reluctantly accepted it and let Niall hold it as he drank. The juice refreshed him and took up some of the space in his empty stomach. It also gave him a problem that took another twenty minutes for him to realize.
He had to squeeze his legs together to prevent himself from releasing into the nappy. His body wasn't very strong, though, and as soon as he shifted in just the slightest way, he unwillingly let go. It wasn't a completely new sensation, but that didn't make it comfortable. He started to squirm and wiggle until he felt hands grab his hips. "Did you use your nappy?" Niall asked.
The worst part was how he didn't even try to seem secretive about it. Liam could have sworn that he may have even been louder than usual, but that could have been because of the pounding in his head. He wasn't sure.
"Y-Yes..." He blushed, looking away. Niall smiled and kissed his cheek as he hoisted him up onto his hip. With a sick realization, Liam found that he hadn't only wet his nappy, but he also messed it as well. He clung onto Niall and tried to arch his hips so the contents of the nappy wouldn't be pressed up against his skin, but it didn't work very well.
Once they were back upstairs, Niall took him to the bathroom and smiled, laying him down on the floor. "Let's get you out of that icky nappy."
If it wasn't obvious just by the look on Liam's face that he was embarrassed, it was when he started to whimper as the nappy was untaped. Niall winced a little at the smell, but he didn't say anything, which Liam was happy about. The other lads had followed, and they stayed outside of the door and cooed down at Liam, telling him how good he was and that he would feel much better now.
"Stop treating me like a baby." Liam muttered, covering his cheeks with his arms. They were only making his embarrassment much worse. They acted as if they didn't hear him, but what they said took Liam's mind off of what Niall was doing. His boyfriend was changing his nappy. Nobody should ever have to do that. He was even hesitant to his mum doing it, but she was pretty pushy when it came to taking care of her kids.
Liam was completely clean a few minutes later, making him sigh in relief. He raised his arms to be picked up again, but instead of getting a new nappy put on, he was left naked on the floor as Niall started up the bath. He put his arms back down and sighed, letting his head loll to the side. All he had done since he woke up was watch a movie and mess himself, and he was already exhausted. He really hated being sick.
"In you go!" Zayn chirped, suddenly stepping forward and lifting naked Liam into the tub. The water went up to just below his shoulders, and he couldn't keep himself from letting his eyes flutter closed. The warm water made him feel so much better.
"Do you want some toys?" Harry offered, only to receive an eye roll from Louis.
"Harry, he's practically falling asleep. He doesn't need any toys this time."
Liam opened his eyes slightly, but he closed them again just as quickly and took a deep breath. His sinuses started to clear, and the feeling of weighlessness settled his stomach. He was finally free of most of his pain.
"Oh, no, love. You can't sleep in the tub. Wait until we get you back to bed, yeah?" Zayn smiled.
It was quite a feat for Liam to keep his eyes open. Each boy took a turn washing his body and hair, and they insisted he stay in there until the last of the heat had left the water. When it had, he was wrapped into a towel and brought to his room to get changed. Another nappy was taped around him, and Niall helped get him into a fresh pair of pajama pants to keep him warm. He drifted off during that part, only to wake up a few minutes later in Zayn's lap.
"Stay with us, Li. Just a few more minutes." He promised. He shook up the bottle Harry had just made and pressed it to Liam's lips. It was a mixture of tea and cold medicine, but they had taste tested it just to make sure that it didn't taste like medicine. Thankfully, it didn't.
The very last drops were drained from the bottle before Liam pushed it away. " 'm done." He yawned. He felt around for Puppy, and when he found it, he brought it into his arms and closed his eyes. The last thing he recalled before falling asleep was sucking on a small piece of rubber.
"What an adorable baby." Harry whispered, surprised at how much all of them had gotten into the act. "Sorry, I just... I like it."
"Me too." Louis agreed, squeezing his shoulder. Niall and Zayn chimed in as well, and they all just watched Liam suck on the dummy and hold his puppy for a few minutes longer. "Well... we might as well make the most of this while we can." Louis added, grinning as he lay down beside the sleeping boy.
The sun went down and the moon and stars came out, but all five of the boys stayed cuddled together in bed, protectively watching over the sick lad. They were prepared to stay up all night to change nappies if they needed to.