Two stories in one day, what is this madness?! Ha! Hey lovelies, I got this request and I was going to post it tomorrow since tomorrow is actually Thanksgiving but I didn't think I would have been able to get it up until really late bc you know, family and stuff asking me how my pathetic life is and me having to pretend that I don't hate everyone. Gotta love the holidays. ANYWAYS, hope you enjoy it, and happy Thanksgiving to those of us that celebrate it!
Since the boys would be in the states over Thanksgiving they thought they would try something new and have dinner just like everyone else would be. Harry agree to cook most of the food. The boys were really excited since they had never celebrated Thanksgiving before. The morning of, Harry woke up with a spitting headache and a dull pain in his stomach.
"No," he muttered to himself. He got up slowly and went into the bathroom and took some medicine for his head. Ignoring the pain he went downstairs and started on the food so it would be ready for the boys when they came over. He worked for several hours with the pain in his head not going away and his stomachache getting worse. He didn't even want to think about the food at the moment. But he knew if he cancelled he would disappoint the boys and he didn't want to do that so he pushed through. While the food was baking he sat down on the couch and tried to relax a little bit. His head pounded and he was starting to get dizzy and his stomach flipped around causing Harry to worry that he might be sick. He got up and went to take more medicine for his head. He stood in the bathroom looking at his reflection in the mirror. His face was pale and he was sweating. He groaned a little and walked back out to the kitchen ignoring the fact that he looked awful. He checked to make sure that everything was cooking properly and everything looked great. He heard a knock on the door and he went over to the door and opened it.
"Happy Thanksgiving Haz," Liam said with a smile. He had a pan of food himself and a few bottles of wine.
"Hey Liam, you can put that down anywhere." Harry said. Liam noticed Harry's voice was a little off and he turned and looked at him. He looked him up and down and knew something wasn't right.
"You alright Haz? You look a bit pale," Liam said walking over to him.
"Oh yeah I'm fine. Just a bit tired I've been up for a while cooking," Harry smiled. Liam wasn't buying it.
"Harry if you aren't feeling up to it we don't have to do this," Liam told him. Harry shook his head.
"I'm fine really. I'm really excited about this," Harry insisted. Though Liam still wasn't fully buying Harry's story he nodded and let him be. Not long after that Niall and Louis were at the door.
"Evening boys," Niall smiled happily.
"Hey Nialler, you're looking happy," Liam said to his beaming Irish friend.
"I'm so excited about this. It's a holiday all about eating. What could be better than that?" Niall exclaimed happily. Harry winced at the pain in his head but luckily none of the boys seemed to notice.
"I'm with Niall on this one. I think I really like this holiday," Louis added. Niall looked over at Liam and smiled. Liam laughed a little.
"I can't say I'm really surprised at either of you," Liam laughed. Harry had begun to feel sick to his stomach. He knew he need to get out of there quickly.
"Hey Liam, keep an eye on the food would you? I need to go clean up a little. I look like I've been cooking all day," Harry joked, trying to play off the fact that he was actually feeling awful.
"Sure thing Haz," Liam said looking his friend over once again. Harry smiled and walked upstairs to his bedroom. He shut the bedroom door and ran into the bathroom shutting that door behind him as well in an attempt to muffle out what was about to happen. He dropped to his knees in front of the toilet and began to throw up. He coughed and gagged for about five minutes before he was done. He took a minute to catch his breath then flushed the toilet brushed his teeth and changed his clothes trying to make himself look as not sick as he possibly could. When he walked back downstairs the boys were setting the table and putting the food all around it. The smell was making him nauseous already but he pushed it down and helped the boys finish. They all sat around the table and thanked Harry for making most of the food.
"It looks great Haz," Niall said looking at the spread that Harry had made.
"Well I did work in a bakery," Harry joked. Niall laughed.
"I don't think that's quite the same thing as making an entire dinner," Niall laughed. Niall's laugh sent shooting pain through Harry's head. He ignored it and smiled back at him.
"I can't just sit and look at it, let's eat," Louis said, already filling his plate. The rest of the boys followed. Both Niall and Louis shoved as much food in their mouths as the possibly could. Liam just shook his head a bit and laughed while Harry just kind of pushed his food around on his plate. Harry looked up and saw Liam watching him. He knew he wasn't fooling Liam so he started to eat to throw Liam off his case. The food just rolled around in his stomach and Harry knew he wasn't going to be able to eat anymore. He could feel the small amount of food he ate trying to make its way back up.
"Excuse me lads, I'll be right back," he said trying to play it cool. He rushed back upstairs and into his bathroom where he promptly began violently throwing up the small amount of food he had just eaten. Liam was not fooled by Harry's act and followed him. This of course alerted the other two who followed as well. They found Harry sick in his bathroom still throwing up.
"Hazza," Liam sighed sadly. He got a cloth from the rack and soaked it in cold water and placed in on the back of Harry's neck. Niall had already sprang into action pulling back Harry's long curly hair into a messy bun to get it out of his face. All three boys comforted him until he was done. Louis flushed the toilet while Harry leaned back into Niall's arms.
"How long have you been feeling sick, Hazza?" Louis asked.
"All day," Harry sighed. The boys looked at each other.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Niall asked softly.
"I knew how excited you all were I didn't want to ruin it," Harry replied sadly.
"Aww mate, you should have told us. We still would've come, you've worked yourself hard all day when you should have been resting," Liam said immediately turning into Daddy Directioner.
"I know, I just wanted this to be a good day for everyone," Harry said looking up at them. They all looked at each other sadly. Harry groaned as he felt his stomach flip again and he leaned forward once more.
"Aww Harry," Louis said sadly putting his hand on Harry's back. Harry gagged again bringing up what was left in his sore tummy. The boys stayed with him until he was done and he once again leaned back into Niall's arms.
"We need to get you into bed," Liam told him. Harry nodded. Liam picked him up and carried him into his bedroom and got him into bed. "Do you want one of us to stay?" Without opening his eyes he whispered Niall's name. "Alright mate, Lou and I will get the kitchen cleaned up. Just relax." Harry sighed and Niall crawled into bed with Harry, pulling him into his chest.
"Sorry you're so sick, Hazza," Niall whispered.
"It's not your fault, Niall. I'm sorry I messed everything up today," Harry replied sadly.
"You didn't mess anything up," Niall reassured him as he stroked his messy hair back. "We still had a great time. We're all gonna stay and make sure you're ok." Harry sighed contently. "Sleep Hazza. You need it." Harry was so exhausted he was asleep shortly after Niall said that. All three boys stayed at Harry's that night making sure he was alright and giving him whatever he needed. After a few days of rest and good care from the boys Harry was back on his feet and very thankful for his friends.
