One Direction Sickfics

Sick but they dont believe him (Harry)

i know i've written a lot of these in the past but they're just really fun to read so im gonna do another one :) 

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Harry sat in his bunk tossing and turning, rubbing his aching belly and trying to settle it. He felt hot and sweaty as though he had been turning in a microwave all night long making him feel sick to his stomach. He groaned as his stomach churned. He looked at his phone, reading the time as just a little past 3AM at the same time as noticing the dull ache in the back of his skull. A few minutes of uncomfortable silence later, his stomach churned violently, threatening to spill. He got out of the bunk with a small grunt and stumbled to the small dimly lit bus bathroom. The movement did nothing to make him feel better, it just made his stomach churn all the more violently. His mouth watered as he positioned himself over the toilet, barely having any time to open the lid before his stomach sent up all of the previous days meals into the once clear water in the bowl. The smell didn't help with the situation at all, making him gag over and over again till he managed to bring up a little more food. He flushed the toilet and laid his head against the wall, the cool tiles feeling amazing against his burning skin. 

A few minutes later, he started feeling increasingly cold and desperately wanted to be covered in pillows and blankets. He pealed himself off the floor with a low moan and washed his face before getting back into bed and falling asleep only to be woken up by Liam at the ass crack of dawn. "harry get up, you were supposed to be up 15 minutes ago!" Harry rolled over and covered his head with pillow. "i feel sick Li, go away" came his muffled voice. "harry we're all tired, no use of faking c'mon bud" Liam said tugging on the duvet. "im not faking, i really dont feel good" harry said pulling his head out from under the pillow. "im really not buying this, if you're not up and running in the next 10 minutes, i will drag you out of bed myself" 

Harry rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, his headache making itself known. He took a quick cold shower knowing he probably had a fever with how he was really cold one second and really hot the other and got dressed in sweats and a jumper with a hoodie over it. He dragged himself to the front of the bus where everyone was ready and eating breakfast. 

"want something to eat?" Niall asked with his mouth full of toast. Harry shook his head, the mere mention of food was making his stomach churn. "i'll pass on it today ni, not very hungry" Niall nodded and took the plate of food that was meant to be harry's. "harry you really should eat, we've got a long day in the studio today, you wont get food till lunchtime" Liam said. "i told you liam, i dont feel well, i dont want food" harry protested. "you're sick?" louis questioned and before harry could answer, liam answered for him. "he's faking it" Harry sighed and slipped his hand under his jumper to rub his belly. "i thought we were past that harry" louis said with a disapproving look. "im not faking" harry mumbled to himself before getting up and going back to the bunks. 

They didn't bother checking on Harry till it was time they left for the studio. "Harry, mate, we have to leave now, wake up" Niall said shaking harry a little. Harry woke up with a groan, feeling his stomach turn. "i'll be out in a sec" he said as Niall left the area. harry went to bathroom, feeling like he might throw up, but just as he felt his stomach settle down a bit it lurched sending semi digested food barrelling up his throat, after he was done he let out a sigh and left, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he washed out the bitter taste from his mouth. "took you long enough" louis said, rolling his eyes. "sorry" harry replied sheepishly. He felt his stomach start to act up again so he opted for the window seat, deciding it was better he threw up on himself than on literally everyone else. The ride went surprisingly smoothly, other than harry's stomach deciding it was a good time to send itself halfway up his throat before coming back down only to do it all over again. 

When they got to the studio and Niall went in to record first while Liam worked with a few songwriters to come up with something. Louis and harry sat on the grey couch waiting for their turn. Harry laid his head in Louis' lap, feeling exhaustion wash over him and fell asleep. Louis didn't mind since harry was the youngest and often quite clingy. He played with harry's hair for a bit, finding it oddly sweaty. Just as Louis' palm touched harry's forehead to remove the stands of hair stuck to it, his eyes widened. he gently shook harry awake making him sit up partially. "Haz, you feeling alright?" he asked. Harry shook his head and grunted, laying back down on Louis. "i feel sick" he whispered back. "what hurts?" louis asked, assessing the pained expression on harry's face. "stomach and head" "does your stomach feel sick or just achy?" Louis asked. "sick" harry replied. Louis sighed not very pleased with their behaviour that morning. "im sorry i thought you were faking H, tell me if you feel worse kay?" Harry hummed in agreement. 

Just as Harry was going to fall asleep, he felt his stomach lurch and heat rise in his chest. "im gonna be sick" "can you make it to the bathroom?" Louis asked, having a feeling the answer would be no. Harry shook his head. Tears pooled in his eyes as Louis shoved the bin from the corner of the room under him. "let it all out, you'll feel better, i promise" Louis encouraged, seeing Harry try to keep it inside. He rubbed up and down harry's back, trying to calm him down. Harry's muscles relaxed and then tensed up before he lurched forward and projectile vomited into the bin. "Lou i dont like this" he said between heaves. "i know you dont, now no talking" louis replied still rubbing his back. Harry threw up again right when Niall came in to tell them that Louis was due in the booth. "oh hazza, feeling poorly are you?" Niall asked, realising it was a stupid question, of course he was feeling poorly, the guy just threw up every meal he's ever eaten into a studio bin. "you know what, dont answer that, i'll bring liam" niall said and ran to the 'writing room'. 

"Li, you have to come with me right now, Harry's sick" Niall said. "he's faking Niall" Liam said, shaking his head. "no he isn't, he just threw up" Niall explained. "he threw up?" Liam asked. "yes liam, he got sick, barfed, vomited, spewed, puked, hurled, upchucked, threw up, whatever you wanna call it, like a lot, you may wanna apologise and tell management we're going back to the bus" Liam nodded and got up, following Niall to the room where Harry was laying on Louis on the couch beside a bin full of puke. "im so sorry harry" Liam said. "it's alright" Harry croaked. "it's not alright, i was a proper dick to you this morning when you were quite obviously not feeling well, what can i do to help?" "for starters you may wanna get a thermometer, he's bloody burning" Louis said and Liam nodded rushing off to find someone who could tell him wear to find a thermometer. 

He returned a few minutes later with a thermometer. "kelly is bringing some blankets and meds, where's niall?" Liam said handing louis the thermometer. "he's gone to clean the bin out" Louis replied and stuck the thermometer under Harry's arm. A few seconds later the thermometer beeped. Louis pulled it out and read it with a sigh. "101.6, meaning it's 102.6" Niall returned with the bin, now clean and puke free. "what's it at?" he asked. "102.6" "thats just great"

Kelly got them blankets and meds. "how's he doing?" she asked. she was one of the few members of management who wasn't a total bitch. "he's got a bit of a fever and he threw up sometime ago, seems to be doing alright as of now" Louis explained glancing down at the sleeping figure in his lap. "I'll go check and see if you can leave, tell him i hope he feels better soon" 

A few minutes later Kelly came to tell them that they had got the clear since only niall had finished his bit of recording. They got Harry back to the bus without any unwanted incidents. He slept through most of the day, throwing up a few times during the day but that was expected. He slept through the night and was feeling much better the next day.