One direction sick fics

Niall sick

Niall was still asleep in his bunk an hour before they had to be at an interveiw. Harry went back to shake the Irish boy awake, but Niall just groaned and rolled over.

"C'mon mate you gotta get up..." Harry was so exhauted himself that he didn't have time for Niall to be difficult. 

"Don't wanna" Niall mumbled into the pillow. He felt a dull ache behind his eyes that was causing him to feel nausaous.

"Niall, just get up, we need to leave soon."

"Idonfeelgood" Niall wispered.

"What?"

"I don't feel good," Niall said, turning to face Harry.

"Oh shut it, just get up, we have a lot to do" And with that Harry turned to go out. 

Niall rolled over in his bunk, almost crying from the pain in his head and stomach, not to mention the fact that Harry had been so mean to him. Ok, he thought to himself, I can get through this. So despite the pain, Niall dragged himself from the bed and dressed in simple clothes, just wanting to be warm.

He sat down at the table. All the other boys were inhaling their breakfast, but it was taking all of Niall's will power to hold down his dinner. No one noticed that he didn't eat.

in the van that was taking the boys to the interveiw, Niall fell asleep on Liam's shoulder as soon as they started moving, but he was awoken twenty minutes later when they arrived.

"C'mon Ni, wake up" Li said gently, tapping the Irish boys' shoulder.

Niall just moaned and shook his head. Bad idea. Pain shooted from his temples and only made him feel that much more nasueas. 

"Niall just get up, don't make this difficult" Hearing the kindness gone from Liam's voice made tears spring to Niall''s eyes.

"Liam, my stomach hurts" Niall said, tears threatening to spill.

"Then you just ate too much breakfast. Let's go, we're already late because of you." And with that, Liam stalked off toward the building.

Niall followed holding his stomach. It hurt him to think that Liam didn't care. Liam didn't even notice that Niall hadn't eaten.

Niall didn't complain again because being yelled at by the boys was much worse than how sick he was feeling. He sat through the interveiw silent, holding his stomach. He only gave short answers when forced to. 

He was feeling worse and worse as the time went on. His stomach was aching and rolling. He had to swallow hard every few minutes to make sure his dinner from the night before stayed where it belonged. He knew he needed to get to a bathroom, and soon. Luckily...

"Why don't we take a short break?" The interveiwer asked the boys after twenty minutes of non stop questions.

Niall immedeatly got up. "I'll be right back" He wispered before sprinting to the bathroom. 

He collapsed in front of the toilet just in time for the first round of sick to shoot up his throat and into the once clean water. Niall felt tears fall from his eyes as he released his stomach again. Sobbing at the pain shooting through his head and stomach, Niall continued to heave into the bowl. He finally collapsed against the stall door, just wishing he had Liam or Harry there to comfort him. He let a few more tears fall knowing he couldn't even tell the boys he was sick because they wouldn't believe him.

He finally stood up, dizzy and shakey, flushed the toilet and washed his face. His mouth was parched so he risked a few sips of water. 

A minute later, while still standing over the sink, his meager sips of water came right back up and Niall imedeatly regretted even trying to drink some.