One Direction Sickfics And Hurt!!

The Boys Think he's Faking (Niall)

NIALL'S P.O.V

I woke with someone frantically knocking at my door. I groaned, quickly sat up which I regret, making me light headed. As the pain subsided, I stood up, now slower than the first one and headed to my door. I open it and Liam came shouting at me.

"Niall! do you know whats time it is?! We're getting late. There's bunch of stuff that we're going to do today. Now, take a bath and get ready." He said in a hurry.

"Liam, can I, just this once. I want to relax and I don't feel good either." I explain. Well, it's true I don't feel good, I'm starting to get dizzy.

His face lighten up and frown. He place his hand onto my forehead.

"I think you're fine. You don't feel warm either. Stop it Niall, I'm tired too, we all are." with that Liam left.

I want to cry, really. The  thought that my friends would understand, especially Liam. But, he didn't and it breaks my heart.

LIAM'S P.O.V

Maybe I was a little to harsh on Niall. I don't want our little Irish to ge upset but that's what I can do if I don't have time to relax.

"Li, where's Ni? We're really late."  Harry asked from the door putting on his jacket and shoes.

"He'll be down. And he said he don't feel well.' I replied.

"Did you feel him?" Louis asked.

"Yes, but he's not hot."

"Exactly! his faking Liam. Didn't you see it?" No, I did not seen that.

"I don't know Lou." Harry stated from his back not sure about Louis' statement.

"He might be really sick, but it doesn't show any symptoms yet." Harry continued. He got a point.

"Oh jeez, give me a brake if he's really sick he would be sneezing, coughing, puking and any other signals that a person is sick. Think of it." He also had a point. I'm comfused. Is Niall really faking or what.

Harry just shook his head and went to the kitchen.

We heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Then Niall appeared.

"Finally!" Louis stood up straight to the door.

"It'll be hell as soon as we get there." He continued. Directly looking at Niall. Niall looked away from Louis' gaze then bite his lower lip.

"Look, I don't want to hurt your feelings but, please, stop what you're doing. We're all tired Ni. Just... stop." I pleaded. He just nodded and made his way to the van.

NIALL'S P.O.V

I feel like crap. I think my headache turn into migraine and I started to feel nauseous.

My heart shuttered into a million pieces due to the lads not believing me. But Harry, he didn't react. Maybe he believes me.

"Niall." someone callimg my name makes me snap out of my thoughts. I look up and saw Harry wearing a worried look towards me.

"You're sweating like a fountain." He stated. I didn't even notice that I'm sweating.

"Oh."

"Are you okay???" Finally! he cared. My face lighten up a bit. I was just about to protest when Louis dragged Harry's arm.

"Harry let's go! Mr. I don't feel good but he knows he's faking probably won't go, right?" Lou said adding a sass on the last word. I just nodded.

"But Louisssss, He's probably hungry and I think he doesn't feel good so, stop doing what you're doing." Harry argued.

"Oh Harry! he -" I cut him off. I don't want to hear him talk about some bullshit about me.

"No Harry, just go. I'm fine."

"see..."

"Are you sure?" Harry asked one more time. I nodded. He nodd back.

Louis dragged Harry out of the van and I could hear Louis mumbling something to Harry.

Probably about me.

I hate it when no one is believing me. Well, there's one but, everytime someone is there to comfort me another person just pop in and starting to take away that person.

I wish I was home. Surrounded by my family who's there to comfort me and believe me. I just want to cry right know. I don't know what to say.

I love Louis. I really do. But sometimes he takes things as a joke and it's not fun either.

I sighed.

This is going to be a long sick day without people believing me. Exept Harry. I hope things come quite handy...... maybe not.