One Direction Sickfics

Zayn Sick But No One Believes Him

This is the last part of the 'Sick but no one believes him' series. Hope you like it :)

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Zayn's POV

"Medicine, I want medicine" I mumbled to myself, barely audible. The boys where playing some game, probably FIFA on their playstation and I was laying in my bunk, with a sleeping Niall in the one beside me. Niall had been ill for the past 2 days. He had a fever and a nasty cough, luckily no upset stomach so they asked me to stay with him if he needed anything. I groaned and rolled over onto my stomach. Niall may not have a stomachache, but i sure did.

I went into the room where the other's were and Liam noticed me instantly. "Get back to Niall will ya. He said he wants you" He said and that made the others look towards me. "I feel sick, Have a horrible stomachache, can't any of you be with him instead, I'm sure he won't mind." I said, it was a blunt and honest reply, I felt like utter garbage. "Seriously, faking won't help Z, you look fine" Louis snapped. "Niall is the sick one, and he needs to be taken care of". So they didn't believe me, great. I went back to the little sicky and decided to sleep it off. 

The next morning I woke up and saw Niall jumping around. "I don't have a fever anymore" He screamed. "Gosh Niall, calm down, glad you're feeling better but you need to calm down, you're gonna get overheated. It's like 90 degrees in here." I said, in hope to get him to stop screaming. He obeyed and sat back down. "I wanna eat, I'm starving" he said. We went to the kitchen and found Harry making toast. "Sit down at the table, I'll make some for you too" he said. "Thanks Haz" we both said in unison and joined Liam at the table. "Mornin' Payno" Niall said. "Good morning, Ni. See you're feeling better" Liam replied. Only if he was this soft with me when I told him I wasn't feeling good. 

"We have an afternoon gig and a photoshoot boys and since Niall here is feeling great, he is gonna join us." Liam said as Louis entered the room. "Get your toast from the counter" Harry screamed from the kitchen. I got up and grabbed the plates. Liam had already eaten so he got up and left to get dressed.

"Why haven't you eaten anything Zayn?" Niall questioned, noticing that I hadn't taken a bite out of my bread. "He's faking sick Ni." Louis said before I could even open my mouth. Niall looked slightly unconvinced but he brushed it off. "Can I have your toast Z? You anyways aren't eating it." Niall asked after finishing his breakfast. "Please do. My stomach is killing me" I said, relieved to be getting rid of that nasty food. He gladly took it and practically inhaled it.

The gig went well, apart from the fact that my nausea was making it difficult to hit those high notes. In our break, I took a short nap and nearly threw up on myself when I woke up. Thankfully I got to the bathroom in time. I wanted comfort, but none of the boys where there. They were all in the van, parked outside. Once I got out, the others were waiting for me. "What took so long?" Harry asked. "Just got sick. My stomach hurts" I responded earning a sympathic look from Harry but Liam just screamed. "We aren't buying this so cut with the act". What do they want me to do, puke on them? That would probably make Liam James Payne believe me. "I really don't think it's an act Liam. He looks pale" Harry said, coming to my defence. "He's fooled you Harry" Louis said. "He's taking advantage of your vulnerability". Before anyone could say anything Paul called us back on stage to finish the show. The rest was good, I could tell that  Harry had his eye on me the whole time.

By the time we reached the location of the photoshoot, I could tell that I had a fever. I was shivering. How hadn't anyone noticed? I went to the bathroom and stayed there. I was there for pretty long before my stomach lurched and made gag which led to throwing up everything in me. I heard knocking on the door and then a person calling out my name. I recognised this voice as Harry's. "Z, Zayn. You OK in there, I'm coming in" he said and entered to find me Puking my guts out. "Aww, why didn't you call me. I'm getting Liam, No way am I gonna let you do a photoshoot like this" with that he left only to return with the rest of the boys trailing behind him.

"I'm so sorry" Louis started but he was cut off by me emptying my stomach contents again. I let out a whimper. Liam came over and rubbed my back. "W-an-t Ha-harr-eh" I managed to say between sobs. Harry came over and Liam left to tell Paul to reschedule the photoshoot.

They gave me a big plastic bag as we got Into the van. Luckily I was empty so I didn't need it, What I needed was a jacket of some sort. We found a hotel as the movement of the bus would just make me more sick. They checked my temperature the very second we got to our room. Must have been pretty high as the next thing I knew was that they had dumped me into an ice bath.

They took care of me, just like they did for Niall other than the fact that no one got sick when I felt better. Life was great after that and we could do our photoshoot without worrying about anyone being missing for whatever reason only problem being that we would have to do a million things at once to make up for the time lost during the photoshoot.

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How do you think this was?? I'm well aware that my ending is probably the crappiest one to ever exist on the planet.

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