This was a request I got from Mrs__Tomlinson1991
(Niall's P.O.V.)
I looked at the clock for the hundredth time. This time the time read 2:34. I sighed and curled in closer to myself. I felt dreadful. I was hot and sweaty but I was shivering too. My stomach was churning over and over making me feel nauseous. I had to get up soon though which made me feel worse. The boys and I had so many interviews later on and I hadn't been to sleep once. I knew I was in for a long day and I didn't have time to be sick.
I got out of bed slowly and walked over to the sink to get a drink of water. I groaned as the water hit my stomach as I felt it immediately want to come back up. I shook away the feeling and shuffled around in my bag looking for some stomach relaxers. I felt relieved when I found some. I took out two pills and swallowed them dry. I went back to bed and crawled in hoping those pills would take effect soon. I laid there for I don't know how long. The next time I looked at the clock it read 4:02. I groaned out loud.
"I have to be up in an hour," I groaned. My stomachache had gone away for the most part and I felt my eyes start to close. Without thinking much about what came next I fell asleep.
"Niall." Who was calling me? "Nialler wake up mate. We've got to get ready." I think it was Liam. I opened my eyes slowly. Liam was standing over me looking down. "I know it's early mate. But we've got to get ready to go." I nodded.
"Yeah I know. I'll be down in a few," I told him. He didn't say anything else he just let me to get ready. I gathered all my things and got dressed. I hadn't noticed my teeth chattering until I looked in the mirror. I was so cold now. I knew I had a fever. I threw on a hat because I didn't feel like messing with my hair at this point. I got my bags and went down to meet the boys in the van. I got in and to my surprise Harry was the only other one there.
"Morning Nialler," he yawned.
"Morning I replied. I crawled in the back of the van put my head on the window. I must've fallen asleep because I don't remember the other two boys getting in the van. When I woke up Louis was sitting next to me playing on his phone and Liam and Harry were both talking. I sat up a felt my head spin.
"Morning sleeping beauty," Louis teased.
"Hey Lou. How long have we been driving?"
"About an hour. We should be there soon," Liam told me looking back at us. I nodded and sat back and tried to stay awake. I listened to the other boys talk. I didn't have the energy to say something. We pulled into a parking lot to a large building. They shuffled us out to get hair and makeup done before the interview. I was first to get done, which I counted as a blessing. I used that time to lay down in the dressing room. I guess I fell asleep again.
"Nialler. Hey wake up lad." I opened my eyes and this time it was Louis waking me up. "We've got to go," I told me softly. I nodded and stood up. I got dizzy and had to stable myself on the couch. Louis noticed something was off. "You ok Niall?" he asked.
"Yeah. I just stood up too fast. I'm alright." He didn't question me anymore on the matter. I felt hot again. I wondered if maybe I should tell someone I wasn't feeling well. I decided against it. I didn't want them to worry. We were way too busy for that. I followed Louis out of the dressing room and down the hall to the stage where the interview was being held. I started to feel sick to my stomach again. I swallowed down the feeling as I walked into the room and sat down. I sat at the end of the couch and Louis sat next to me. Liam and Harry came in after and both stopped and looked at me.
"You alright Nialler?" Liam asked looking me over. I just nodded.
"You sure? You don't look very well," Harry added.
"M'tired," I managed to reply. I got a sympatric smile from both of them as they sat down. The women interviewing us came in shortly after. She sat down and smiled warmly at us. I could feel myself falling asleep on the couch. I had to keep shaking myself awake just to make it through the interview. When it was over we made our way back to the van. We had another interview to get to but we had a while to drive. I found myself in the same state I was the first time I was van the van. Sound asleep.
(Louis's P.O.V.)
I was starting to worry about Niall. He had been sleeping a lot all day. I had no doubt he was tired. We all were but this was unusual even for him. When I was sure he was sleeping I talked to the other boys.
"Hey lads," I started. Harry and Liam both looked back at me. "Does Niall seem ok to you?" I asked. Liam immediately shook his head.
"No. Something is definitely off with him," Liam stated.
"I agree. He's been sleeping a lot today hasn't he?" Harry asked. I nodded. I went to brush some hair off his face when I felt the heat.
"Whoa," I muttered to myself. I put my hand back on his head and was sure he had a fever. "Lads, I think he's got a fever." Liam unbuckled his seatbelt and crawled back to kneel down in front of us putting his hand on Niall's face.
"He's really warm," Liam validated. Harry sighed and shook his head.
"He's been sick all day and didn't say anything to us," Harry grumbled.
"He must be feeling terrible. It's no wonder he's been sleeping so much," Liam sighed going back to his seat.
"We've still got another interview to go. What should we do?" I asked the other two. Harry shrugged.
"Can we do anything?" he asked looking towards Liam.
"I don't think so. Poor guy is just going to have to suffer though it," Liam sighed sadly. I looked over and Niall noticing him now shivering. I took off my jacket and laid it over him. That seemed to do the trick. I pulled out my phone feeling sorry for the Irish lad. But there was nothing else we could do for him.
(Niall's P.O.V.)
I woke up when the van stopped moving. I realized Louis had put his jacket over me. I started to sit up and I felt my stomach roll around. I put the back of my hand to my mouth pushing the sick feeling back down.
"You alright Nialler?" Louis asked. I looked over at him and realized he and the other two boys where watching me. Before I could say anything Liam spoke up.
"You don't need to lie to us Niall. We know about the fever." I felt really bad for lying to my friends.
"I knew we were so busy I didn't think it really matter," I admitted. Their eyes were soft.
"You still could've told us Nialler. We would've looked after you," Harry told me warmly.
"I know, I just didn't want you to worry."
"Think you can make it through this interview?" Louis asked. I honestly wasn't sure. I still felt nauseous and it was only getting worse. I feared at some point I'd end up throwing up. My hesitation was enough to tell the boys all they needed to know. Louis rubbed my back showing me he understood.
"Don't worry Nialler, we'll be around if you need us," Harry smiled. I managed to give them a small smile. We got out of the van and were shuffled into a small room. I was already feeling uncomfortable in such close quarters and it wasn't doing anything for my sick tummy. The man doing this interview came in sat waited no time getting started.
We made it about ten minutes in before I knew I needed out of there. That sick feeling you get before you're about to throw up had started to seep into my veins and my blood ran cold. Louis was the first to notice.
"Can we take a short break?" I heard Louis ask. The interviewer paused for a minute and then nodded.
"Of course boys." Louis grabbed my hand and pulled me off the couch.
"Com'on Nialler. I've got you," he whispered softly. Up until that point it felt like I had no control of my body but when the first gag hit me I knew. My eyes got wide and I took off running towards the bathroom with Louis and the other boys close behind me. I burst into the stall falling down on my knees just in time for my dinner to shoot back up my throat.
"Aww Niall," Harry sighed. He and Louis rubbed my back as my stomach seized again making me gag and retch into the bowl. Liam was on the phone with management trying to negotiate me going back home. Harry and Louis stayed close until I was finished. Louis leaned forward to flush to toilet so I didn't have to look at it anymore and I fell back into Harry's arms.
"Feel better Nialler?" Louis asked. I nodded. I did feel better, but now I was even more tired than I was before.
"Niall how much sleep did you get last night?" Liam asked holding the phone away from his mouth.
"I don't know," I croaked out "I fell asleep a little after four."
"Four in the morning?" Liam asked in shock. I nodded. He went back to the call and both Harry and Louis looked at each other sadly.
"It's no wonder you've been so sleepy Niall. You didn't sleep long at all last night," Louis cooed. I nodded feeling too tired to answer.
"Ok so Niall doesn't have to finish this interview. Niall you can go lay down in the van until we are done. Does that sound ok?" Liam asked. I nodded.
"Alright Niall, let get you up," Harry said before lifting me under the arms and helping me stand. They led me back out to the van before going back in to finish the interview. The next thing I knew I woke up with my head on Louis's lap. I looked up him and he smiled.
"It's alright Niall, go back to sleep," he whispered warmly. They looked after me for the next few days until I was feeling back to my old self again.