One Direction Imagines

Don't want to go

You walked in after school "Dad, can I stay home from school tomorrow?" you asked "I thought you liked it there, you feeling alright?" Louis asked "I'm fine, I like the lessons but I don't like going" you said "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, you shook your head "I can't really do much, I'm sorry, but having days off for no reason isn't a good idea" he said "Okay dad" you replied. After dinner, you had a shower and went for an early night. Harry came through the door "Where's (Y/N)?" he asked "She's gone for an early night" Louis replied "She's not sick, did you check for a fever?" Harry asked "No, she's okay, I guess she's just tired or something" Louis replied.

The next day when you got home you went straight to your room, they heard the door slam. Harry rushed upstairs "(Y/N), sweetheart are you okay? Can I come in?" he asked "Just go away" you said "You're crying, let me in, please" he said "No, I just want to stay here" you said "Okay, me and your dad are downstairs if you need us" he said. Before they went to bed, Louis went to check on you, he tucked you in and went to bed.

"Hazza, she's didn't buy lunch today" he said "What?" Harry asked "The money was the side table, I suppose she was going to hide it back in her bag or something, but it seems to be from the past few days" Louis replied.

The next morning, you didn't get up for school. Harry went up to find you, he walked into the bathroom "(Y/N)?" he questioned, he looked around "Oh sweetheart" he pressed his hand to your forehead, he picked you up "Boobear!!" he called, he laid you on your bed. Louis came up "She was passed out on the bathroom floor, can you call school?" he asked "Yeah sure" Louis said. Harry got a cool cloth, he laid it on your forehead, before filling a bowl with water.

You slowly woke up, while Harry was refreshing the cloth "Papa" you said "Yeah, I'm here. You're not going to school, you passed out this morning on the floor in the bathroom. I found some concerning bruises on you too" he said "You weren't supposed to see those" you sobbed "Hey, hey, its okay, its okay" he said softly "It's not It's not " you cried, you tried to get off the bed. Harry stopped you "It's okay, baby, it's okay, Papa's got you" he soothed. Louis came upstairs "The poor thing, She's really unhappy" he said "Both that and sick I think" Harry said. Louis stroked your hair, your cries becoming more sick sounding, before they knew it you'd vomited "You're doing really well, it's okay" Louis soothed. "Can you go get what we need?" Louis said "Yeah" Harry kissed your forehead.

You look up at Louis embarrassed "What's wrong?" he asked, "I...I" you stuttered "Oh darling, have you had an accident?" he asked, you nodded "Hey, no need to be embarrassed, it happens" he said. Harry came back "Everything okay?" he asked "She's had a bit of an accident, I'm gonna let you help her get ready for a shower. I'll sort the bedding out for wash, and couch it is" Louis said.

Harry helped you set the shower and you cleaned up and got dressed, Louis took everything down to the laundry room. Harry picked you up "It's okay, downstairs bathroom's a bit closer, you run whenever you need to and shout if you need us" he said.