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"Geez harry you look awful love." I stated as soon as Harry walked through the front door.
"Feel it as well." Harry mumbled before walking over to the sofa and flopping onto it.
"What's wrong baby?" I asked going over to him. He looked up at me and I sighed. Just by looking at him I knew he was going to be in for a tough few days.
"I feel really sick." He groaned before jumping to his feet and running to the bathroom. It wasn't even a minute later that I could hear gagging and then the sound of vomit hitting water. I quickly got up onto my own feet and went to run upstairs to be with Harry but Liam stopped me.
"Dad can you please help me. I have my English literature exam in the morning and I still don't understand half of the Shakespeare stuff.
"Go and find your Pops Li I'm a bit busy right now." I said running up the stairs. I felt a bit bad for brushing Liam off but he'll be fine he tends to panic over things when he actually knows more than he thinks.
"But Pops is a Maths teacher." I heard him call back but I didn't respond and went into the bathroom where my youngest was clutching extremely tightly to the toilet while bringing up everything in his system.
"Oh Haz." I mumbled kneeling down behind him and rubbing his back. We stayed in this position for another 5 minutes before Harry let go of the toilet and sniffled turning to face me.
"Feel any better?" I asked as I placed my hand on his forehead which was burning and covered in sweat.
"Not really." I sighed and got some toilet roll and gave it to Harry so he could wipe his mouth and blow his nose before flushing it all away.
"Go and change into some pyjamas and get into bed I'll be in in a minute." Harry nodded and slowly stood heading for his room while I grabbed some meds, the thermometer and a sick bowl. Once I had collected all the items I walked over to Harry's room where he was just climbing into bed.
"Right I'm going to place this on your bedside table so you don't need to run to the toilet." I told him placing the bowl on his bedside table. He nodded and I then sat on the bed next to him.
"I want to check your temperature quickly okay, do you think your be able to hold it in your mouth?" I asked him knowing Harry has a tendency to gag when he has a thermometer in his mouth and I didn't want to risk setting something off.
"I don't think so, it will probably make me sick." Harry mumbled sadly.
"Alright take your top of then I'll take it under your arm and just add 0.5 onto the reading." He nodded and took his top off and I turned the thermometer on before getting it situated.
"Don't Move your arm." I told him and he nodded again clearly not really up to talking. While we waited I played with his curls and I could see he was starting to fall asleep.
"How long have you felt this bad for Love?" I asked him.
"After lunch."
"Why didn't you go and find pops I could have come and picked you up."
"Didn't want to be a bother."
"Harry your never be a bother. If your sick then you need looking after and you know I love babying you and Liam so that makes you anything but a bother."
"I guess." The thermometer then beeped so I gestured for him to lift his arm and I then took the thermometer and let him put his top back on.
"With 0.5 added on your temperature is 101.4." I told him and he nodded.
"Right let's get some meds into you and hopefully your be able to hold them down."
"Doubt it."
"It's worth a shot. If you can keep them down your feel a lot better." I told him and he nodded holding his hand out for the meds. He quickly swallowed down the fever reducer and stomach relaxer and I then kissed his forehead.
"Go to sleep Love, that's what you need most." He nodded and led down curling in on himself and pretty soon he was snoring away.
***
Liam's point of view
I was so stressed. These results were worth half of are A level grades and if I wanted to get into uni then they had to be good. I went to find my dad since he did have a English literature degree but when I asked him he said he was busy and I could hear Harry throwing up, so I'm guessing that was why he was busy.
For some reason the sound of Harry throwing up was making my own stomach flip and I was confused why as normally I'm alright around people throwing up. Clearly the stress is getting the better of me.
"Pops." I said as I walked into the kitchen seeing him cooking dinner.
"Yeah Love."
"Any chance you can help me understand Shakespeare." I asked as I placed my text books on the kitchen table.
"Sorry Love that's more your dads area of knowledge."
"I know and trust me I wouldn't be asking you if I wasn't desperate." I pretty much begged.
"Where's your dad?"
"With Harry I think he's sick I've just heard him throw up." Pops nodded and turned off the heat from whatever he was cooking and came over to me sitting down opposite.
"Alright let's have a look at it then." He said taking one of my books and reading over it.
"What exactly do you need to do?"
"We need to be able to pick out scenes and analyse them. But I can't understand what he's wrote half the time so how am I meant to analyse them." I said starting to get stressed out again.
"Alright calm down. Why haven't you asked your teacher?" Pops asked me and I shrugged.
"Don't want her to think I'm stupid."
"Liam I'm sure your not the only one who can't understand what's wrote I mean it is old fashioned English."
"Why couldn't he have just used normal English."
"This was normal English back in the day." He said to me and I sighed playing with my pen.
"Do you understand it or not?" I asked him really not having the time for him to waste pretending he understands.
"Sorry baby. Why don't you try googling it?"
"What do I google exactly I haven't got time to go through the whole play and search for word upon word translations." I said getting up and gathering my books before heading Upstairs to my room.
"Li You Okay?"
"No not really. But your to busy to help remember." I said to my dad as I shut my door and curled into a ball on my bed giving up and excepting the fact I was probably going to fail.
10 minutes later I heard someone knocking on my door before it opened.
"Go away." I mumbled but who ever it was ignored my request.
"Li I've just been talking to Pops. I'm sorry I didn't mean to just brush you off earlier but your little brother was being sick and you know what Pops is like around vomit." He had a point their if Pops was left to deal with harry he probably would have been sick himself. I nodded and smiled slightly at him to let him know I wasn't annoyed with him.
"Pops said your having problems understanding Shakespeare do you want some help?" He asked me and I nodded.
"Please." I Pretty much begged about ready to cry at any minute.
"Aw Love don't cry we're get this sorted." He promised me as he wrapped an arm around me pulling me into his side clearly seeing in my facial expressions that I was near tears.
"You feeling alright, your a bit warm." My dad asked me placing his hand on my forehead.
"Yeah I'm fine, just stressed." I said trying to reassure myself as honestly I was starting to feel quite sick and I wasn't sure if it was just stress. Yes that was defiantly playing a role but I don't think it was the full reason. Thankfully dad excepted my answer though and unwrapped his arm from my shoulder.
"I was comfy." I whined when he took his arm way and he chuckled.
"Your not going to learn to understand Shakespeare by cuddling with me. Although it is pretty nice." Dad said and I sighed but nodded and got up myself picking my books back up and placing them in a pile on my bed.
"Right let's get started then." Dad said and I nodded feeling a long night coming on.
***
I was revising with dad for hours and hours in the end as dad kept getting called by Harry who was throwing up pretty much hourly. It was gone 3 by the time I finally fell asleep as although I finished revising with dad at just gone 11 I still didn't feel prepared.
When My alarm went off at 7 the first thing I did when I opened my eyes was wince as I had a pounding headache. I quickly shut my eyes again and blindly reached for my alarm shutting it off.
"Liam you need to get moving." I heard my pops say from outside my door.
"Yeah I'm awake." I said rubbing my forehead and obviously that was enough for him as I heard him walk away.
When I sat up and opened my eyes for the second time I was instantly met by a cramping pain in my stomach and it felt like it was doing flips. This was honestly not happening. I was now pretty convinced that I had a bug probably the same as Harry and this was more than just exam stress. I was not up to sitting an exam while feeling crap and would just have to deal with my mock grade which to be fair wasn't even that bad. It was a grade C which was a pass. Admittedly I was an A grade student but with how I was feeling I would probably end up failing making that C not seem actually that bad.
I got up holding my stomach and walked downstairs to tell my dad and Pops that I was sick.
"Li why aren't you dressed love, you have an exam in an hour and a half." My dad said from his place at the table.
"I don't feel well I think I've caught Harry's bug." I said sitting down.
"Liam don't do this go and get dressed we need to leave." My Pops said and i just looked at him in disbelief.
"Pops I'm not lying."
"What's the matter Li?" I heard my Dad ask.
"My stomach is doing flips and I have a killer headache." My dad was about to speak but my pops beat him to it.
"Liam go and get dressed we don't have time I don't even know why your doing this cause your mock grade was only a C I would have thought you'd want to improve that." What in earth was wrong with him this morning.
"Dad." I whimpered and he shrugged.
"Sorry baby, I'm sure it's just nerves. We worked so hard last night for your exam and your going to do fine." Dad reassured me. If this was down to nerves his words probably would help.
"But you said last night that I was warm and I think it's down to a fever not just stress." Pops then came over to me and placed his hand on my forehead.
"Your not warm so stop messing around and get dressed." I sighed and looked at Dad one last time but he quickly darted out the room when we all heard Harry being sick again.
"Go, now." Pops said and I sighed picking up a box of pain killers on my way and glaring at my pops. When I reached my room I swallowed 2 tablets with a swig of water before shoving them in my bag as I was going to be needing them and started to slowly get dressed.
When I was finally dressed I picked up my text books and revision guides before shoving them in my bag and putting my phone in my blazer pocket and then slinging my bag over one of shoulders.
When I got downstairs I saw Harry had moved downstairs and was led on the sofa with his head in dads lap. I was extremely jealous as I really wanted to be in Harry's position and stay home as the longer I was stood the more sick I felt. Pops then came up behind me and announced we were leaving.
"Good luck Li." Dad said to me and I smiled which probably looked more like a grimace as I felt a strong cramp shoot through my stomach. I then followed Pops out to the car and we headed for the school.
***
By the time lunch came I was completely done with school. I had somehow gotten through my English exam but I couldn't get through this afternoon so I was just going to go home. Although that would mean taking the bus as pops wouldn't take me home as one he was teaching all afternoon and two he would probably think I was just faking still.
"Where you going Li?" My best mate asked me as I was getting my things out of my locker.
"Home I feel crap." I mumbled.
"How you getting home?"
"Bus." I mumbled as I searched through my bag to find loose bits of change to pay for the bus.
"Can't your parents take you home?"
"Pops thinks I'm faking and dads home with H as he's sick as well."
"Well your not getting the bus."
"How am I meant to get Home then."
"I'll take you."
"Andy you have class."
"Making sure you get home safely is more of a priority you look like complete crap Li."
"Fine." I huffed and Andy smiled triumphantly.
"You know you really should learn to drive." Andy stated as we reached his car.
"When in earth do I have time for that?" I asked him as he pulled out the school car park.
"In case you've forgotten we have exactly the same timetable and we're both footie captains this year so if I can make time so can you." Andy stated.
"Maybe I don't want to."
"Hmm I think your scared."
"Am not."
"Are to."
"Andy I really don't want to get into this now my heads killing as it is." Andy nodded and thankfully changed the subject and 10 minutes later I arrived home.
"Thanks for the lift."
"No problem, go and rest and I'll see you when your better." I smiled at him and waved once I was out the car as he drove back towards school.
When I reached for the front door I searched for my keys in my bag finally finding them at the bottom and opened the front door. Dad soon appeared obviously confused on why someone was coming in the house at this time of day.
"Christ Li you terrified me when I heard the door open. Actually why are you home?"
"Feel really sick." I mumbled and he came over placing his hand on my forehead.
"Aw Baby, go and get changed and then you can come and join me and Harry on the sofa." I nodded and walked upstairs slowly getting changed before coming back down and plopping my self down next to dad.
"How did your exam go?" My dad asked as he ran a hand through my hair.
"Don't know I felt sick throughout the whole thing and had a massive headache but I understood the scene so that's something and I did complete the exam."
"Well that's good. Did pops drop you home?"
"No Andy did. I didn't want to bother pops after this morning." I said with a sigh and dad nodded.
"I'm sorry he was like that this morning. He was awake a lot in the night because of Harry." I nodded and curled in further to dad. I felt him lean forward before he handed me something and looking down I saw it was the thermometer.
"Place it under your tongue I want to see how high your temperature is as you feel pretty warm." I nodded and did as he said while Harry started to stir on the other side of Dad.
"How you feeling H?"
"I don't feel as sick but I've got a really bad headache."
"Hopefully your be able to hold these down then." Dad said as he gave Harry some pain killers before letting him snuggle back into him.
"Why's Li Home?" Harry asked my dad and dad sighed.
"He's sick as well." Harry nodded and looked at me sympathetically.
"Good luck this bug is horrible." He mumbled before closing his eyes again.
When the thermometer beeped I took it out of my mouth but I couldn't make the numbers out.
"What is it Li?"
"No clue." I said as I rubbed my eyes and gave it to dad before snuggling into his side. I heard dad sigh so it obviously wasn't good and then I felt him lean forward again.
"Li can you take these. Hopefully if you take them now there take affect before your sick." My dad said and I could hear the worry in his voice so I sat up holding my hand out for whatever meds he was about to give me. I'm guessing one kind was a fever reducer though. I swallowed them down with a bottle on the table and then got comfy again. Although it wasn't for long.
About 10 minutes later I had an overwhelming urge to vomit so jumped up and ran up the stairs straight into the bathroom where I wasted no time in throwing everything in my system up. Dad wasn't far behind me and crouched down rubbing my back while I finished vomiting.
"Why didn't you just use the bowl Love?" Dad asked and I shrugged to be fair I didn't think about the bowl.
"I think it would have overflowed." I mumbled as I wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet. Dad smiled sadly at me before helping me stand so I could brush my teeth.
"Well at least Your brother seems to be over the vomiting stage so you won't set each other off." My dad said and I nodded thankful for that as well.
"Alright let's get you back downstairs and you can sleep." I nodded and dad quickly grabbed a couple of washcloths before wetting then and I then lent into dad while he helped me back downstairs before he got me situated back on the sofa and slipping back in between me and Harry. Once I was comfy dad placed a wash cloth on Harry's forehead which caused him to slightly twitch but he didn't wake up and then proceeded to place one on my own forehead.
"Dad it's cold." I whined and dad shrugged.
"Kind of the point Love. Yours and harry temperatures are way above where they should be especially yours which is 103.2 by the way. You also can't keep the meds down therefore it needs to lower more naturally." Dad told me and I just nodded not wanting to complain any more as I could tell he was getting himself worked up and he was clearly worried about both me and harry.
"Go to sleep baby. I'm not going anywhere." I heard dad whisper as he started playing with my hair and I didn't need to be told twice.
***
Louis' point of view
"What in earth is going on in here?" I heard my husband question when he walked into the living room.
"Shh, I don't want Liam or Harry waking up." I said as both the boys were finally sleeping. It had been a rough couple of hours for Liam as he throwing up constantly while Harry kept complaining about a migraine that was developing. I should have expected that though as Harry normally ends up with migraines when he's sick.
"I know why Harry would be asleep but why is Li? I would have thought he'd be revising for his other exams next week."
"He really was sick this morning when you waved him off. He came home at lunch and has been a mess of fevers and headaches ever since along with the fact that he keeps throwing up. I've never seen him so sick. I'm also seriously starting to worry about how high his temperature is." I then heard Niall sigh and sit down on the floor in front of Liam before lift by his hand up and placing his hand on his forehead after moving the washcloth.
"I didn't mean to brush him off this morning I was just tired. I feel awful about it. How did he get home anyway?" Niall asked as he moved his hand down to Liam's cheek.
"Andy, he didn't want to find you." Niall sighed again.
"He's boiling what was his temperature last time you checked?" Niall asked placing the washcloth back on Liam's forehead.
"103.5."
"How long ago was that?"
"About an hour ago. He's been sleeping ever since."
"Alright were check it again when he wakes up and then probably get him to take a cold shower or a bath." I nodded and harry then started to stir.
"Hey love." Niall said quietly as Harry opened his eyes.
"Hey pops." Harry mumbled rubbing his eyes.
"You feeling any better?"
"Migraine." Harry whimpered before closing his eyes again.
"Do you feel sick?" I asked him but he shook his head slowly.
"Do you want to go to your room where we can make it really dark." Niall asked him.
"Please." Niall nodded and helped Harry up before guiding him upstairs while I played with Liam's hair as he was starting to shift and I hoped he would settle back down. Unfortunately for me he didn't and sat up straight grabbing the sick bowl that was on the coffee table.
"Your Alright baby." I whispered as I rubbed his back. Thankfully this vomiting experience was shorter as he was clearly near empty.
"I want to check your temperature again love." I said as I reached for the thermometer and Liam nodded letting me place it under his arm. We had given up taking it under his tongue after it made him sick last time I tried.
"I'm so tired." I heard Liam mumbled and I smiled sadly at him.
"I know love." He then leaned into my side and I wrapped an arm around him and kissed his forehead.
"I'm going to get you take a cold shower or bath in a minute as your way to warm." I told him and to my surprise he didn't argue.
"Good, I'm boiling." He told me and I sighed taking the thermometer out from under his arm.
"I'm not surprised your boiling. Your temperature is 103.8." I heard Liam mumble something but I didn't catch what he said.
"What was that you said."
"I said isn't that pretty dangerous? I mean I take a level biology." He said looking up at me with worry.
"It's not quite at that level yet. Come on let's go and get you in a cold bath as I don't think you'd be able to stand for long enough to take a shower." I told him and he nodded.
"Where's harry?"
"Gone to his room with pops as he's got migraine but doesn't feel sick anymore so Pops is good with him." I explained and Liam nodded holding onto me as we walked up the stairs towards the bathroom.
"I'll be in Harry's room. if you need anything just shout but I need you stay in their for at least 10 minutes ideally longer if you can." I said as I turned the bath taps off.
"I know dad." He mumbled and I nodded before leaving the bathroom and letting him get in the bath.
"You Okay Harry?" I asked quietly walking into his bedroom where he was curled into Niall.
"Hurts." He whispered and Niall ran his fingers through his hair.
"How's Li?" Niall asked me quietly and I sighed.
"Temperature was 103.8 so he's currently in the bath so hopefully that will cool him down but he did throw up as soon as he woke up."
"Poor thing, when he's out the bath come and get me as I want to apologise to him."
"Sure that's a good idea he's still being sick pretty frequently."
"Your need to be close by then just in case i need to leg it then." I laughed which made harry whimper before I heard Liam call.
"Duty calls see you later." I said and Niall smiled before pulling Harry into him closer and I went to sort Liam out.
"Oh Love." I said as I entered the bathroom seeing Liam throwing up into the toilet with only a towel around him, clearly having made a quick exit from the bath.
"Dad." He whined and I sighed.
"I know love." I said as I rubbed his back and once he was finished I grabbed his boxers giving them to him and letting him put them on.
"I think the bath has done something for your temperature." I told him as I held my hand against his forehead. He nodded and i then pulled the plug out so the water would run away.
"Do you want to go to your room or back downstairs on the sofa?"
"Bed." I nodded and guided him to his room before letting him sit on his bed and handing him a pair of shorts and a top.
"Dad I'm to cold to wear that." He said when he saw the clothing I was handing to him.
"I can't have you getting to warm again Li. You either wear this and get your duvet or you can wear a pair of sweatpants and have no duvet." He sighed and reached for the clothes I was holding out to him. Liam couldn't sleep without his duvet for some reason even in the summer he would always have it over him so I knew he would choose this option.
"Right get changed and into bed. I'm going to grab the sick bowl, the thermometer and your water from downstairs and then I'll be back." He nodded and I left the room quickly running downstairs to grab the stuff and on second thoughts grabbed Harry's migraine meds as if he wasn't being sick anymore he would probably be able to hold them down.
I dropped the meds off in Harry's room where Niall caught them and started to pop 2 out for Harry while I went back to Liam's room where the boy was curled under his duvet.
"Right bowl is on your bedside cabinet along with your water. Place this under your arm love." I said handing him the thermometer and he did as I said before curling back in on himself.
"Your really not feeling good are you?" I whispered to my eldest who right now was reminding me heavily of when we first adopted him when he was only 6. Small and innocent.
"No." He whined and I sat down next to him playing with his hair as It was something that relaxed both of the boys.
"Right pass that here." I said holding my hand out for the thermometer when I heard the beep. Liam handed it to me and I smiled slightly when I saw the number.
"That bath did help." I told him as he looked at me.
"What is it now?"
"102.9" I told him and he nodded.
"Well I don't feel any better." He mumbled cuddling into my side. You could honestly forget he was 17 and nearly an adult when he was sick. He's a completely different person. I mean when he's his normal happy healthy self he's the most independent person out there but when he's sick he becomes clingy and cuddly not that I'm complaining.
"Your feel better soon. Now try and get some sleep as it will help." I told him kissing his forehead and he nodded.
"Call if you need anything." I told him before carefully getting up and walking out his room seeing he was already half asleep.
***
It took Harry 2 more days to recover and Liam a further 4 as he had managed to get a stronger strand than Harry, so when it came round to him feeling better he was back to stressing about his exams as according to Liam he had wasted 5 days laying in bed that he could have used for revision.
"Liam you need to calm down." I told him and he just stared at me.
"Calm down. Dad if you are forgetting I took paper 1 of my English lit exam while being sick so I let's face it I probably failed meaning I need to do well in paper 2." He told me looking up from his place at the kitchen table. I had kept Liam home from school again as he was still sporting a slight fever and it didn't take much persuasion as it meant he could just spend the day revising.
"What you doing anyway?"
"Poetry. And I don't understand it in the slightest."
"Where have I heard that before?" I said looking at him and he rolled his eyes.
"Alright so maybe I was better at Shakespeare than I was letting on but dad this is serious this time as I really don't get it." He told me looking at me wide eyed.
"Maybe you should take a break Li. I mean your still sick and sometimes coming back to it later can make the world of difference."
"Dad I'm not sick and I don't have time to waste."
"Liam a healthy person has a temperature of around 98.6 yours is 99.8 ."
"It's hardly a fever."
"It still is though and you've been sat here for hours so please come and sit down on the sofa with me for an hour and then come back to it with a fresh mind and I'll help you out a bit Yeah. Although poetry isn't my strong point."
"Fine." He huffed placing his pen down and getting up following me into the living room.
"Come here Baby." I said and he rolled his eyes at me but did cuddle into my arms which showed me that he still felt worse than he was letting on.
"You really need to calm down about these exams Li, I know you want to get into uni and go off to do great things but your a great kid Li and even if uni doesn't work out your still go onto great things."
"Is that your way of telling me that I'm probably going to fail."
"No not at all cause I know you won't but there's other options out their and it's not just this years grades that go towards your grade you have all of next year as well." I tried to explain to him.
"I guess I mean I could also retake if needs be next year."
"Well There you go then. So let's forget about the revision for now and take a step back for an hour or 2 and then go back to it." He nodded and snuggled further into me and it didn't take him long before he fell asleep.