One Direction Sickfics

Harry faking

Just a quick story because I have nothing to do.

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Harry's POV

"Lllliiiaaammm" I called from the tour bus couch where I was sitting with Louis. "I feel sick" I told him as he turned his attention to me from his phone. Niall came in stuffing his face with popcorn. "You're feeling sick?" Niall asked and I nodded rolling over. "What's wrong" Liam asked. "Tummy and head hurts" I whined. Liam placed his hand on my forehead. "No fever, thank god" he said sighing. I knew that, I wasn't actually ill you see,  The truth was, I was feeling great, just lazy and didn't want to work. Don't judge, I'm sure you have pulled a sickie before sometime in your life (A/N I haven't ;)). "Maybe you ate something bad" Louis suggested "Yeah, what did you eat for breakfast?" The blonde asked and I answered "nothing". I could see, by the corner of my eye, Louis smirk. I had already messed up, Louis had seen me eat a banana a few hours back. I could just hope he didn't tell the others.

I could just say that I forgot about it or something dumb. "Silly boy, you're probably just hungry" he said and handed me some popcorn. I ate it slowly and looked at it distastefully even though I was starving and wanted to scarf it down. I ate it and let out a some what realistic groan when Niall came in with 2 sandwiches. "Don't want any" I told him when he gave me one of the sandwiches. "Fine, I'll take that then" Niall said, taking the sandwich from me and practically inhaling it. "Sleep for a bit, maybe you'll feel better then" Liam said and got up. I shut my eyes and fell asleep. I felt a little babyish doing this but it was just for some love. 

I woke up a few hours later and before I blew my cover, I remembered that I was 'sick'. "How you feelin' now Haz" Liam asked. "Horrible" I lied. "You still feel normal" Liam said. I heard a scoff from the corner of the room. "He's not sick Payno" Louis said. Liam's eyes locked with mine searching for the lie. "I don't know, Lou" Liam said. "I thought we were more mature than this, Harry" Louis snorted and said. "Anyways, I've got some pills for you, hopefully you'll feel better before the interview" Liam said and earned a nod from me. "What is it?" "Painkillers and stomach relaxers" I gulped them down with a swig of water and lay back down, praying that Louis didn't manage to convince them. 

2 hours later, I heard someone call my name over and over again. I opened my eyes and saw Louis standing there, with a huge frown on his face. "Get up Harry" he said. Just as I opened my mouth to answer, pain shot through my stomach. What was happening? My stomach didn't hurt like this before, I'd only pretended it had. I felt truly horrible. "You know I'm not buying this" Louis grunted and walked out of the room. Moments later he poked his head out of the kitchenette "Get up, before I drag you off, Harry" I sat up on the couch as my stomach twisted and made my face twitch. Karma is a bitch

"Eat something will ya, I don't wanna hear you grumbling about how hungry you are all through the interview" "Where are the others?" I asked him, realising that he won't be the one waking me up if he had a choice. He looked like he wanted to be as away from me as possible. "Trying to get you out of the interview because you're oh so sick" Louis sassed. It was just then when nausea hit me and my mouth started watering. "Harry?" Louis said, questioningly. I looked up at his face and before I knew it, I was bent over puking my guts out on the floor. "Shit" he swore and rushed over pushing a bucket under my chin in time to catch the rest of the food my stomach was sending up. It hurt, I had barely eaten that day and I felt like I was throwing up all the food from a month. My throat was burning like crazy and my stomach kept twisting and turning as it sent everything up. 

Louis started mumbling something incoherent and I could have sworn they were in a different language, maybe Spanish or Japanese or something, but at that time I was more concentrated on catching my breathe than what Louis was saying. "I'm so sorry Hazza, I should have believed you, I've been an arsehole all day and you've obviously been feeling like shit. I'm such a shit friend" he said finally talking in English. I gagged and coughed before even more came up. "Oh god, You're so ill and I didn't even believe you, not even a tiny bit, I'm such a - " "Shut up Lou" I cut him off, finally putting the bucket down, avoiding any kind of contact with the puddle on the floor. "I'm so sorry, Haz" he said again. "It's alright" I told him, thinking if I should tell him that he was right and that I was faking but I saw no reason to, now that I actually felt sick.

I wondered what could have made me sick and then out of no where, it hit me like a ton of bricks, the pills that I had uselessly taken. I had heard about them making you sick if you ate them when you didn't need them and me being a complete idiot, had a handful of them. Before I could process anything else, I had absent mindedly picked up the bucket again. I only realised this when I heard Louis' "Oh no, not again". I violently puked into the bucket as the others came in.

"Aww Hazza, I see Louis came to his senses" was Niall's remark while Liam nodded and added "Turns out you're not the only one feeling poorly, the interviewer has chicken pox so it's been postponed. " I sighed and lay my head on Louis while putting the bin back down.

I ended up getting sick around midnight and again around 5 AM   but luckily that was all of the throwing up for me even though I had a slight stomach ache still but it wasn't half as bad as earlier.

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I was just getting bored so decided to write something dumb. Tell me what you think.

TPWK!!!

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