When Liam came home from the studio that night you had already started making dinner. He walked through the door and kicked off his shoes. You turned and looked at him and noticed he looked a bit off.
"Hey babe," you smiled at him.
"Hey," he replied softly. You stopped what you were doing and went over to him. He looked pale and weak which was not like Liam at all.
"Liam you alright buddy?" you asked before putting you hand on his head. You were shocked when you felt his fever burn. "Liam, babe you've got a fever." He nodded.
"I threw up twice at the studio," he explained sadly. Your heart broke hearing this.
"Why didn't you tell me Liam?" you asked softly.
"I had a lot to do today. Don't worry the boys all yelled at me to come home I just didn't." You smiled a little knowing his stubbornness.
"I'm going to assume you aren't very hungry."
"Maybe I could eat a bit of toast, might calm my stomach down a bit." You nodded
"Why don't you go lay down and I'll be up in a bit," you suggested. He nodded then slowly walked to the bedroom. You felt terrible that Liam has been sick all day and you didn't know about it. You quickly cleaned up the kitchen and made Liam a few pieces of toast and took them up to him. When you walked into the bedroom he was curled up in the blankets watch TV. You gently put you hand on his shoulder and he looked up at you.
"Thank you darling," he smiled taking the plate from your hand. He sat up and started to eat the toast slowly.
"I'll get changed and lay with you, yeah?" Liam nodded. You put on a pair of sweatpants and one of Liam's old shirts and crawled into bed with him. "How you doing buddy?" you asked running your hand down his back.
"I'm alright, might just be a 24-hour thing. I'm sure I'll be fine in the morning."
"I hope so." You kissed his cheek and he smiled a little. He ate most of the toast before putting the plate down.
"How bout we cuddle a bit?" he asked. You smiled and cuddled into him and let him wrap his arms around you.
"Get some sleep Liam. Hopefully you feel better in the morning." He hummed in response and took a deep breath. It didn't take long for both of you to fall asleep.
Liam climbed out of bed and looked at the clock. It was just after midnight. He groaned a little and made his way into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and turned on the light. He looked at himself in the mirror, taking in how pale he was. His stomach hurt more now than it did when he got home. He looked around in the cabinet for something that might settle his stomach but he was sadly disappointed. He knew he had a fever, his skin felt cold and clammy and he was shivering.
"Great," he muttered to himself. His stomach churned painfully and he lowered himself in front of the toilet. He took a few deep breaths preparing for the worst. He could feel his stomach slosh around but nothing was happening. He curled up in a ball on the floor and shut his eyes.
You rolled over expecting Liam to be there and were surprised when he wasn't. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. You noticed the light coming from under the bathroom door and stood up slowly.
"Liam?" you called through the door. "Babe you alright?"
"No," he replied weakly.
"Can I come in?" You heard a weak yes then opened the door finding Liam curled up on the floor. You knelt beside him and put your hand on his back. You felt his fever immediately. "Sweetie you're really warm." He nodded. You stood up and got the thermometer from the cabinet and sat back down beside him. He cured up next to you setting his head in your lap. You stuck the thermometer in his mouth and gently stroked back his hair. When the thermometer beeped to took it out of his month and read the numbers.
"What is it?" he asked.
"102.9" you sighed. He groaned a little and shut his eyes. You ran your hand up and down his side as you sat with him. "You should've gotten me up Liam."
"I know," he replied sadly. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. I'm here now." You two sat on the floor for a while. You whispered softly to Liam, trying to keep him as calm as you could. After about 45 minutes he started to get fidgety. He sat up and put his back against the tub. He had started to break out into a sweat and his face was growing very pale.
"Really nauseous now," he sighed. You felt terrible. Liam was rarely ever sick. He moved himself closer to the toilet and took a few deep breaths. You put your hand on his back and started to move your hand and small circles. He gagged a little but nothing happened.
"You're alright Liam," you whispered to him. He shut his eyes and gagged again. His breathing started to get heavier. He griped the sides of the bowl tightly and gagged again, still not able to bring anything up. "Poor baby," you whispered sadly. Liam's stomach convulsed as it sent up the little bit of toast he had eaten earlier that night. You sat with him quietly as he gagged and retched, staining the water a mucky brown color. When he was finished and wiped off his mouth with some toilet paper and flushed everything away.
"Sorry you had to see that," Liam said shyly.
"No, it's alright Liam. Don't you worry about it. Do you feel well enough to head back to bed?" He shrugged a little. "How bout I bring the bin from in here back in the bedroom, just in case?"
"That'd probably be good," he agreed. He stood up on shaky legs and made his way back to bed. You grabbed the bin as well as rag you had soaked in cold water. You brought both back to Liam setting the bin down beside him and placing the rag gently on his head. You got back into bed with him and covered him up with the blanket.
"Go back to sleep buddy, you're alright now." Liam took a deep breath and his body started to relax. It didn't take him long to fall back to sleep. Once you were sure he was sleeping you let yourself relax as well.
A few hours later Liam shot up in bed and looked around the room. This woke you up and you immediately sat up with him. He was breathing heavily and he was drenched in sweat.
"Hey, hey. You're alright. It's ok, calm down buddy." Liam grabbed for the bin and began retching harshly into it. You rubbed his back and became very concerned with his fever. When he finished you took the bin from his hands and he fell back on the bed. "Hang tight babe, I want to take your temperature again." You got up and cleaned to the bin out and grabbed the thermometer again. You took them quickly back to Liam and stuck the thermometer in his mouth. His body was physically exhausted and he was struggling to keep his eyes open. When you took the thermometer out of his mouth your heart skipped a beat. His fever had gone up to 103.7 now.
"I don't feel well Y/N," Liam said sadly.
"I know baby, I know. I'm going to drawl you a bath and see if we can't get this fever under control. He nodded slowly. You got up and filled the tub with cold water hoping desperately to bring down Liam's fever. when it was ready you got Liam up and into the bath. He cringed as he got into the water but he was too weak to fight it. You sat with him for about ten minutes then got him out and wrapped him in a towel. You got him dressed again and took his temperature once again and was relieved that it had dropped down to 103.
"Will you lay with me?" Liam asked through his chattering teeth. You crawled back into bed with him and pulled him in close to you.
"That better?" You asked him. He nodded slowly. You rubbed his back until he fell asleep again. Liam hadn't been this sick in a long time and you weren't sure what to do for him. You just held him close and willed yourself back to sleep.
When Liam's alarm went off at 6:30 you shut it off quickly. He groaned and opened his eyes. You put your hand on his head which still burned with his fever.
"You're not going in today," you told him. He didn't argue. Liam always argued about going to work. He never willingly stayed home. At that point you became very worried. You grabbed your phone and called down to the studio and explained Liam was very sick. They didn't give you any trouble so you were quickly off the phone and went back into the bedroom. But when you got there Liam was gone. You didn't wonder where he was for long. He started gagging again in the bathroom and you rushed back to him.
"Y/N," he whimpered.
"You're ok buddy, you're ok." He threw up for what seemed like forever. Eventually there was nothing left to bring up but he kept dry retching. His whole body shook from his fever. He was drenched in sweat again. Something wasn't right. At that point Liam's vision started to fade out. He couldn't keep his eyes open.
"Y/N," he managed to say before everything around him went black. You pulled him back into you to keep him from hitting his head. He felt much warmer than he did before.
"Liam?" You shook his lifeless body. "Liam!" You called a little louder. He wasn't responding. You panicked at this point. Quickly you called for an ambulance and rushed to the hospital. On the way there you called the boys and explained what had happened. They were waiting for you in the lobby. You walked out to meet them and they all stood up.
"How is he?" Niall asked.
"He'll be ok," you told them. They all relaxed a little.
"What happened?" Louis asked looking concerned.
"His fever got really high and he was dehydrated. They're giving him fluids and he should be alright. Scared me though. I can't remember the last time Liam was this sick."
"He's never the one that gets sick, it's always us," Harry sighed.
"He's awake now if you want to go back to see him," You told them. They followed you back to his room and you all sat there until he was released later that night. You took him home and continued to care for him, making sure he had everything he needed and was comfortable. Within a few days Liam was back on his feet and good as new.