One Direction Sickfics

Sick on the bus

A very long waited request by @HazzasLoubear28 ! Sorry it took me so long to get this posted but here it is lol.

Niall's POV

The worst thing about tour by far in my opinion is traveling. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing and experiencing new places but I absolutely hate riding the bus for so long. Even traveling by plane gets tiring. But the worst part is being on a cramped on a bus for hours and even days depending on how far we're going.

This night in particular sucked. We left yesterday to start our three day straight travel to Paris and I was absolutely miserable. We were planning to make the best of it and try to have fun while being stuck on the bus. We bought a bunch of junk food and planned to watch movies and play fifa the whole time. So that's what we did tonight, but I went to bed early because my stomach started feeling off. I thought I could just sleep it off and wake up in the morning feeling fine, but oh how was I wrong.

It is currently sometime past 3 in the morning and I'm laid on the cold hard bathroom floor with nothing but a blanket draped over my body. I woke up feeling nauseous and ended up throwing up but now it won't stop. It's a constant cycle of going back and forth to the bathroom so I finally got tired of it and just brought my blanket with me to sleep with in the bathroom.

I sighed when I felt my stomach begin to get that swirly feeling again, meaning I was about to lose my guts for the 6th time tonight. I sat up and positioned myself over the toilet and waited for the inevitable to happen. Soon enough, vomit came barreling up my throat and I gagged over the toilet to release another round.

When I finally finished I didn't even have the energy to brush my teeth. I just laid back down and covered myself with my blanket and tried my best to go back to sleep.

"Niall?" I heard a quiet voice.

I gathered my energy to lift my head up and see who was there which turned out to be Harry.

"What are you doing in here mate? Why are you on the floor?" He questions as he kneels down beside me.

"Sick." Was all I managed to say.

"Aww Ni, you should've woken me. Can I get you anything?" He asks sympathetically as he brushes a strand of hair out of my face.

I weakly shrugged my shoulders. I couldn't even think of what I needed at the moment, I was so tired.

"Why don't you go back to bed Ni? Surely it's more comfortable in there than it is in here." Harry suggests.

"M' still nauseous." I mumbled.

"What if I get a bin to put by your bunk then? Would that help?" Harry offers.

"I suppose it would." I say.

Honestly I would love nothing more than to be curled up in bed right now so at this point I'll take any options.

"Okay let's get ya out of the floor." Harry says as he went to help me up.

I didn't have much energy left to work with, so Harry did most of the work with getting me back to my bunk. He tucked me in nice and tight and then ran off to find a bin. My stomach was already twisting into knots again and I just knew that I was gonna need a bin sooner rather than later.
I curled myself into a ball in hopes to ease the pain but it didn't do much unfortunately.

"Here you go Nialler." Harry places a bin beside my bunk. "I grabbed a thermometer too while I was up. You were feeling quite warm."
I didn't know if I could hold the thermometer under my tongue so Harry opted to place it under my arm instead. I was so exhausted that I nearly fell asleep while waiting for the thermometer to take my temperature.