#harry styles sickfic

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harrystyles

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harrystyles baby styles. out april 2nd 2024.

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niallhoran another little peanut!?

—harrystyles replied uncle niall better keep his saturdays free.

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harrystylesfan OMG OMG SHUT UP A THIRD??

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🥣🌭🍵 please :)

Translation: sick day fluff with boyfriendrry

anon knows this is right up my alley heheh 🙊

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“Are you going to cave in and take your medicine yet?” Harry questioned after you sneezed for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning.

“No,” you croaked, voice hoarse and nasal. “I don’t need it.”

“Suit yourself,” he replied, “but at least humor me and blow your nose. I don’t want to listen to you sniffling all day.”

Begrudgingly, you held a wad of tissues up to your nose and blew half-heartedly, pulling the covers up to your chin and snuggling into Harry when you finished.

“I’m bored,” you complained, scrubbing at your nose with your wrist in an attempt to ward off more sniffles. “I want to do something.”

“What do you want to do?” Harry asked, throwing one arm around your shoulders and massaging the back of your head and nape of your neck. “We could read, watch a movie, or bake something. Whatever you’re up for.”

“I don’t know what I’m up for,” you whined. “I wish I felt better already so we could do something, do something.”

“Maybe some medicine would help,” he suggested, giving the back of your neck a soft peck as he held your hair away from it. Fanning your back softly, he asked, “Would you try blowing your nose one more time? For you and for me.”

“Harry,” you groaned in exasperation. “You just made me blow my nose.”

“I know, but-“

“It hurts!”

“Poor baby.” He sounded empathetic, but still insisted on withdrawing a few tissues from the box nestled beneath the covers with you. “Just once.”

You held the tissues to your face and blew a few times until he gave you a nod of contentment. “Finally.”

“Thank you, baby. Good girl,” he praised you. “Breathing better will hopefully help you feel less… grumpy?”

He received a stony stare.

“Let’s watch a movie. You’re choice.”

Once the room was filled with the sounds favorite movie, Harry disappeared into the kitchen to make a bowl of microwave popcorn and two mugs of steaming herbal tea to help you feel better.

Cuddling up next to him under the covers, there was nowhere you’d rather be.

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Harry's Massive Shower Migraine

AN: so in my last fic where Harry had a migraine and ended up sucking readers breasts, i wrote a part of him in the shower and wishing you were awake to help him bathe, well i decided to write a whole blurb on that specifically. i proof read this in under 20 minutes so please don't pay no mind to mistakes i may have missed.

This story contains: migraine pain, crying, mild vomit, lot of comfort

{ husband!harry - no kids - softrry - harry's house era }

word count: 1,491

Harry takes a shower with a massive migraine and it gets so bad that he ends up on the floor of the shower, sobbing. You come in shortly after and once you see the state he's in, help bathe your husband before putting him to bed.

Your mother had called a few minutes ago to talk to you and catch up on life, beings you live a very far distance from her currently, and Harry wanted to give you some privacy. So he decided to go upstairs and take a shower to bypass the time. He also was having a pretty bad migraine and was hoping the steam from the shower would sooth his splitting head.

Once Harry got into your master bathroom, he stripped from his casual day clothes that he'd been lounging around the house in and stepped into the walk-in shower. At first his shower was going as well as it could go for someone with a migraine, but then it took a very bad turn. All the sudden it felt like someone had hit Harry upside the head and it had his knees buckling and him nearly collapsing to the tiled floor.

Luckily he caught himself before he busted his knees open but nevertheless ended up on the floor of the shower, legs bent at the knees with his head cradled in his large hands. Harry had tears running down his already wet cheeks and was in so much pain that he thought he may never make it out the shower. Sure Harry has had headaches and migraines before but this was nearly unbearable.

Harry has never felt more vulnerable in his life, he thinks to himself. Basically balled up on the shower floor, completely naked, having shampoo still in his hair, and sobbing. He wanted to yell, do anything to get you to come to him, but he wouldn't be able to bare the loudness of his own voice if he tried. So he sits, maybe ten or maybe thirty minutes until you decide to come check on him.

The call had ended with your mom and you knew Harry had been in the shower longer then he usually was, or at least it felt like it. You thought if he was still in the shower that maybe he was pleasuring himself, which you aren't against but would have liked to be the one doing the pleasuring. But when you finally make it to the cracked open door of the bathroom, you hear something far from euphoric moans. You hear sobbing.

You quickly push the door open and are met with a sight you hope to never have to see again. Harry sat in the shower with his knees propped up and his head bent between his lengthy legs. His whole body shakes with each cry that escaped his mouth as the warm water cascades over him entirely. You step closer and right as you go to ask what was wrong, Harry reaches up slightly and presses his hands to his ears, presumably to minimize the noise your voice may make.

Now it clicks for you, Harry has a migraine. You've dealt with his migraines all through-out your marriage and even before but have never seen him act this bad over one. "Oh, babe." you coo in a sad, whispered tone, taking quiet steps to get closer to him. You click open the glass doors of the shower and kneels down in front, not sure what to do next.

"Head hurts so bad." Harry heaves, feeling embarrassed you had to see him like this, but knowing you're his wife and its okay to be this vulnerable sometimes in front of each other.

You stand up and without much thought, tug your clothes off so that you can be equally as naked as your husband. And so your clothes didn't get soaked. Then once you're clothes free, you step into the shower and kneel down directly in front of him. You lean forward and encase your arms around his fragile body and just gently rock him back and forth.

That's when you notice the shampoo left in parts of Harry's hair and your heart breaks even further at the thought of him not even being able to finish something as simple as washing his own hair without crumbling in pain. Making sure you're talking super quietly, you mutter in his left ear, "Let me help you bathe and then we can get out and cuddle in bed. Go to sleep early, yeah."

Harry was going to verbally reply but the pain in his head got so strong that it was making him quite nausous. That doesn't happen often with his migraines but when it does, he usually always ends up puking. You worry for a moment when he doesn't agree to your plan but when you see Harry jerk his head to the opposite side you were on, it doesn't take long for you to realize what's happening.

He harshly dry heaves over the floor of the shower before actual bile comes up, splattering on the tiles. Luckily you're in a shower so the vomit runs right down the drain but it doesn't take the fact of it still being gross away. "Shh," you comfort while rubbing up and down his slick back, "it's okay. Get it all up if you feel you need too."

Harry throws up approximately twice more before lifting his head and imidiantly apologizing, "Sorry 'bout that. S'just that pain in m'head was making me nausous. God I'm gross."

"No Harry, do not apologize over something you can't control. It's okay that you got sick. At least we are already in the shower, alright. No need to worry. Think you're ready for me to help wash you up?" you respond and end with asking him a question.

"Yes please." Harry said weakly with a hoarse voice from just being sick. You stand to your feet and grab the detachable shower head before crouching down again and helping him tilt his head back. Carefully, you allow the warm water to flow through Harry's soapy locks and rinse out any ruminates of shampoo he was unable to rinse himself. He signs at the relaxing touch you're giving to him even though his headache is still present.

After you've fully rinsed the shampoo out of Harry's hair, you place the shower head down and grab his luffa. You add his floral body wash, yes your husband uses floral scented soap, and reach down to run the sudsy luffa over his skin. Its a bit of a struggle but you manage to gently tug his body the way you need him to be so you can properly wash him. At the end, you help him stand completely so his bum and soft penis can get cleaned.

You ask Harry if he wants to do it himself or if he wants you to be the one and he muttered a low, "You." So with his consent, you washed over his ass and carefully his cock and balls. Harry was in so much pain that he wouldn't get hard from your touch if he tried. Then a few minutes later, you're completely finished bathing him and you turn the shower off.

Harry leans heavily on your body as you help him step out the walk-in shower. "Go sit on the closed toilet, baby." you instruct him and he does as told. You come over towards Harry with the towel he left out earlier and begin drying him off.

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It took about twenty minutes for you to dry, change, and help him brush his teeth before you got Harry into bed. As well as drying yourself off and putting your own pajamas on. You tucked him in the duvet nicely and ran down stairs to fetch him some pain pills along with a glass of water and a protein bar so his stomach wouldn't become upset again.

When you get back to the bedroom, you help Harry sit up, now realizing you did all that tucking for no reason, and give him the pills that should help take his migraine away. Then you peel open the protein bar package and Harry nibbles on it before pushing it away, saying he's full. You put the protein bar on his side table next to his water and place a kiss to his forehead before turning all the lights out and getting into bed with him.

You pull Harry close to you and he places his head on your shoulder gently. The exhaustion from sobbing and being sick is catching up to him and it isn't long before Harry is softly snoring in your warm neck. Holding him tightly to your body, you kiss his soft forehead and pull the blankets up your bodies before falling asleep as well.

Harry may be embarrassed you had to see him so weak today, but is so very thankful to have a wife that doesn't even hesitate to help him in his most vulnerable times. And of course you hate watching Harry be so weak but you'd do it a million times over if that meant you were caring for your love.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[track-five]

i'm torn

Harry had Louis positively swooning. That whole interview, Louis truly struggled to keep himself in check while his angel of a husband sat perched delicately on the arm of the sofa. Even while terribly ill, he was so irresistibly perfect. The way his dimples lit up his cheeks, how his eyes sparkled with a subtle fever-brightness, there was something so addictive about the pure sweetness that his medicine-doped self radiated. Voiceless as he was, everything about him was still so charming and endearing and fucking intoxicating that Louis was torn between maintaining professionalism and kissing the fuck out of his lips right then and there. If it wasn't for the risk of catching the flu, which he felt was inevitable at this point anyway, he might have lost control of himself.

Words: 8867, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Liam Payne

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Sick Character, Sick Harry Styles, Caring Louis Tomlinson, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Established Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Married Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fever, Caretaking, Pet Names, mitam era, louis is a sweet husband, and harry feels awful

[snifflesandchills]

Harry Styles Snzfic?

About 709 words of sick!harry? Idk 😅 there’s not a whole lot of mess or anything good, just me testing it out. Enjoy?

“Hih… hih-itschoo!” Harry kept his face buried in his cupped hands for a long moment before removing them, wrinkling his nose and shaking off his sneeze.

“Bless you,” Y/N sighed as she tried not to stare at him. He was so hot like that, with his pink nose, chapped lips, and watery eyes. Whenever she asked if he was getting sick, he would deny it defensively, claiming that it was allergies. She would have agreed had it not been the middle of winter.

“Hihh-gnxt,” he stifled into his fist, looking sheepishly at her as he dabbed at his runny nose with his sleeve.

“Baby, are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“‘Mb fine,” he assured her. “It’s just- hh- just a ruddy ndose. Snf.”

“If you say so,” she arched her eyebrow skeptically as he squeezed his eyes shut, bringing his hands up to cover his nose and mouth as he sneezed again.

“Hngxt… guhh. Hetsch-iew!”

She opened her mouth to bless him, but he was far from finished.

A string of eight more sneezes proceeded from his long, sick body before he leaned back against the couch with a regretful sigh. “I mbight be combi’g dowd with a cold,” he admitted in defeat.

“Sure sounds like it,” Y/N agreed as she ran a hand through his messy curls. “You’re forehead’s warm, do you feel feverish?”

He shook his head, trying to ignore the goosebumps prickling his arms.

“Let’s try that again,” Y/N said. “You’ve got goosebumps all over, your hair is sweaty, and you’re shivering. Do you have a fever?”

“Mbaybe,” he shrugged, nudging a wrist against the bottom of his nose. “I dunno.”

Y/N made her way to the medicine cabinet, returning moments later with a thermometer and a bottle of Ibuprofen. “Open up,” she instructed, and he obeyed.

She inserted the smooth object into his mouth, letting it rest beneath his tongue as she waited to hear the beep.

Harry sniffled a few times, trying to get air around his blocked nose.

Y/N gave a soft chuckle at the sight of her boyfriend, sick and disgruntled, fighting the urge to sneeze.

“It’s… hhh…snf… stuhhhck…” he whined around the thermometer before the urge to sneeze overtook him.

“Hhh-gnxt! Txg! TSHH!” He stifled three sneezes as snot bubbled from his nose, unable to contain the mess.

Y/N removed the thermometer from his mouth, frowning at his temperature.

Meanwhile, he had a manicured hand crudely covering his nose, trying to hide the mess.

Y/N was barely able to reach to the coffee table for the tissue box before he had his nose buried in one.

“Hhh-ADSHIEW! ITCHIEW! ISSSHHH! Snf… sdf, guh.”

“My poor little boy,” Y/N pouted as she watched Harry reach for tissue after tissue to clean up the mess beneath his nose.

He avoided eye contact once he’d finished, but stretched out with his head in her lap, only then looking up at her with timid eyes.

“So sick,” she sympathized, giving him a loving tap on the nose, causing him to pitch forward with a series of sneezes getting progressively wet.

“Fuck,” he cursed once he’d finished, casting her a stormy gaze. “Why would you do that?”

“Aww, you’re so sensitive,” she cooed, fighting the urge to make him do it over again.

He sniffled, rubbing his nose agains her sweatpants-clad knee.

“Let’s go up to bed, sound good?”

He gave an exhausted nod, willing himself to stand and walk up the flight of stairs that laid between his current location and bed.

“I’ve got you,” she promised, helping him stand. “Bed’s gonna feel so good, hm?”

He nodded again, all but collapsing into her arms.

“Oh, sweetie. You can have cuddles when we get into bed, okay?”

“Okay. Sdf.”

Once they were in bed, Y/N reached out and wrapped her arms around her sick, clingy boyfriend.

“Does that feel good?” she questioned, and he only nodded.

“Good. Sleep tight, baby bear.”

[mulledcherrywine]

Love and Lemon Tea

Harry won’t admit he’s sick and y/n is perfectly caring 🍋

A/N: Been a little low lately so I was inspired!! No warnings! Just fluffy sick stuff 😚

Sometimes it scared you how orderly Harry could be. Almost every morning was the same. He’d get up bright and early, full of energy. He’d jog, make coffee and breakfast and have checked all his emails before 9am most days. Most days except today.

Around 9, you rolled over under the covers, expecting to be met with an empty space. Instead, you nearly crushed yourself right into Harry, who was still very much asleep. This was very unusual for a Wednesday morning.

“Good morning, m’love,” You whispered, kissing his forehead and brushing a couple of his bed-head curls.

“Hi, lovie,” He murmured, his voice much lower and groggier than normal. He was sick.

“You okay?” You said, brows furrowing.

“Yeah, yeah,” He lied, beginning to get up, “S’dusty in here, isn’t it?”

“Harry, that’s not dust, you’re sick”

“No, no I-” He coughed loudly, cutting off his denial, “S’just allergies, pr-” He coughed louder, his whole chest moving as he did.

“Okay, enough,” You said, placing your hands on his shoulders, “Get back in bed, H”

“I’m fine, lovie,” He whined, throwing his head back. He shook slightly, trying to hide another cough.

“You’re a such a bad liar, baby. Like, so bad.”

You guided him back towards the bed, tucking him back in like he was a child. Though he hated being sick, he liked the excuse to spend time with you. You ran into the bathroom quickly, getting some tissues and a couple of vitamin C packets to put on the bedside.

“I don’t need all this,” He muttered, clearly getting comfortable, “Just need to sleep for like an hour.” He tucked himself deeper into the duvet, pulling the comforter over his ear. Just the top of his head was visible now, his eyes sleepily closing.

Bustling around, you jogged down the steps to the kitchen. When you were small, your Mum had always made you lemon tea and honey whenever you were sick, so you figured this would work just as well as it did then.

Once the kettle boiled and the tea had steeped, you squeezed in about two teaspoons of honey. You would’ve liked it sweeter, but Harry barely liked sugar in his coffee, let alone his tea.

You popped back upstairs, mug in hand. Tiptoeing through the door, you brought the mug by to Harry.

“It’s lemon tea, baby,” You said, tapping gently on the handle.

“Didn’t have to do that,” He said, eyes still closed.

“I wanted to,”

“Okay,” He peeped, “But you have to get sick next so I can take care of you,”

“Maybe I should lie with you for a bit then, make sure I catch something.”

He laughed as you crawled back into your side. You spooned him into you, both drifting off back to sleep.

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Emetophobia

Tw: sick

You suffered awfully with emetophobia, it effected your every day life. And littlest of things were capable of making you feel sick. And yes, you were afraid of that: afraid of being sick. Afraid of seeing sick and especially afraid of smelling it. It hounded you every day and was sometimes exhausting to deal with.

Harry had cooked you and himself a lasagna and it was delicious, but immediately after eating it, you felt sick. It was strange, you had never felt so sick before however you shrugged it off assuring yourself you were fine and that you were just overreacting.

You laid down, the warmth of the bed comforting you and easing your stomach as Harry clambered into bed beside you, his arm instantly wrapping around your body pulling you close to him "I love you. So much." He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead and you smiled gently snuggling into him as you hummed softly "love you more and most" you said quietly into which he smiled, peppering kisses along your forehead

"Impossible" he whispered "I love you more than that" he teased softly starting to rub your back, humming a soft tune as he knew it helped you sleep, your breathing slowing down as you fell into a peaceful sleep wrapped in his warm comforting embrace.

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You awoke to your stomach twisting and turning forcing you to bolt right up as you gripped onto your stomach, it felt queasy, like you were on a rollercoaster going down a steep drop for eternity. Your anxiety picked up, your breathing growing heavier, your eyes pricking with tears as you turned to Harry shaking his shoulder as tears welled up in your eyes

"Babe?"

He whispered confused, his voice groggy and tired as he blinked a few times in confusion however as he noticed the streaks of wetness on your cheeks he quickly sat up turning the bedside lamp on as he quickly got out of bed "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry" you whispered, his large hand gently resting upon your back as he rubbed up and down, his fingertips soothingly massaging your skin "don't be sorry. It's okay. What's wrong? Hm" he asked softly as you took deep breaths, afraid that if you spoke anymore you'd puke, as he gazed at you, concern visible on his face a sudden recognition formed on his face "you feel sick?" He asked your frantic nodding confirming his question as he immediately pulled you into his arms, gently and carefully as you rested your head on his shoulder

"Take deep breaths for me okay? In and out... big breaths... like this," he exaggerated a breath making you follow his breathing and you did so, trying to calm yourself down but soon enough the all to familiar feeling consumed you once again as you covered your mouth fear consuming you and he didn't ask simply helping you stand up as he rushed you into the bathroom, your knees buckling as you collapsed onto the ground, his arms remaining around you making sure you didn't fall as he knelt down beside you as you practically emptied your insides. He took a hairband from the basket near the bath as he gently tied your hair into a pony tail, before he continued to rub your back slowly and gently "good job... good girl... I'm so proud of you. You're doing so well" he soothed calmly and gently "I-I don't like it... I- I don't want to feel sick again" you sobbed out, the fear being far too much for you and some may call you dramatic or whatever but this was a genuine fear that you couldn't stand

"Baby it's okay. The worst part is over. Just get out whatever you can-" you shook your head cutting him off "no! No I can't I can't please make it stop" you whispered another flow of vomit gushing out of your mouth and he rubbed up and down your back some more, helping sooth you a little bit "hey hey if you puke it all up you'll feel so much more better, I assure you. It's all going to be okay. I promise." He said softly and quietly gently smoothing some of the hairs from your temple off of your forehead "you're doing so well. You're okay."

After a while of simply sitting there waiting for the sickness to pass you began to feel better, he flushed the chain for you, grabbing a small cup from near the toothbrushes, washing it out before filling it with water and helping you take little sips from the cup his free hand gently stroking against your head "you're so brave. I'm so proud of you." He said with a gentle smile as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"Thank you" you whispered resting your head on his shoulder "That was so scary" you murmured and he nodded his head "I know, but you got through it you did great"

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He then helped you get into clean pyjamas, pulling the covers away for you as you got into bed laying down into which he immediately covered the blankets over you, tucking you in before he got in beside you, wrapping his arms around you tightly and securely, his hand slipping underneath your T-shirt as he used the warmth of his hand as a comfort for your aching stomach and just with that comfort you were able to fall into another peaceful sleep... as long as you were with him you'd be just fine.

[musewritingsforyou]

Asked and Answered

Hell yeah, I can!!! thank you so much for being the first ask I have received, I hope you like it!!!

tw: vomit

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“Harry, we have a five-hour drive ahead of us, are you absolutely sure that you don't want to take something just in case?” He looked at me as if he were offended by my caution.

“Absolutely sure, I have not gotten car sick or bus sick since I was like a baby!”

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And boy did we both regret that choice later on. The drive itself was beautiful, the lovely English countryside and only a little bit of highway at all. The smell of vomit, however, was very much, not lovely.

“Haz?” I knocked on the door of the bus bathroom again but heard only the sad sounds of retching behind it.

“Harry? Sweetheart just let me in so I can help you” A muffled groan came out before a dramatic,

“I can't let you see me like this, I'm disgusting!” A sigh came from every single person on the bus. Paul walked up to the back and tried his hand at getting him to open up the door.

“Harry, I'll give you three minutes before this lock is coming off” another sigh, this time only from me.

“You wouldn't dare!” he mumbled still on the other side. Eventually, once the retching had quieted and the faucet could be heard along with an ungodly amount of gurgling, he unlocked the door, but still didn't come out.

“Soph?” I had been sitting on the couch just next to the door, waiting for him to say something for about thirty minutes now.

“Right here baby”

“You can come in now” I quickly gathered myself and all of the necessary supplies and dove into the bathroom before he could refuse me entry once again. He was sitting on the floor in the cramped space, knees up to accommodate his long legs and his head resting on them, facing me. I placed the large jug of ginger ale that I had brought underneath the sink and sank down next to him on the floor. Gently I scooted closer until our sides were touching and mirrored his image exactly so that we were face to face. I'll have to admit his breath was atrocious but all I cared about was that he was sick and had finally let me help him. Still with my head on my knees and facing him, I moved one hand to brush the sweaty hair out of his eyes.

“Thanks”

“Anything for you, rockstar” He let out a dry chuckle but then went silent again, a dark shadow passing over his face as blood rushed to his ears and-

“Out”

“Harry, this is not the first time that I have seen someone puke, just let me help you” I'm sure he would have responded with something embarrassing for the both of us in order to get me out of the room, but he had no time to speak before lurching forward and grasping the sides of the toilet with his clammy hands. Right away I was kneeling beside him, rubbing his back with on hand and frantically grabbing at the headband I had brought with me to hold his hair back. The second he gained reprieve from his heaving I slid the band on and pushed it up so that I could at least see his face. There were drops of tears in his eyes from the effort and an uncontrollable frown made its way onto my face.

“My poor boy” he leaned back again, heaving gone for the moment.

“I feel like shit”

“I know baby, I'm so sorry. But I'm here now, I'll make it go away”

“Do you still love me even though I'm gross and I threw up in front of you?” I laughed and sank back down next to him with a toothbrush in my hand.

“Always and forever, love” he began brushing his teeth as I pulled out a plastic cup with ginger ale and a small packet of crackers before he could take some medicine. With the toothbrush still in his mouth, he brought his green eyes into the perfect puppy dog stare.

“Even though I didn't listen to you and I should have?” I laughed again and kissed his forehead

“Even though you didn't listen baby.”

[sweetcherrymoon22]

You should write something where maybe one of the other boys gets sick and y/n is taking care of them maybe even letting them lay against her and Harry gets super jealous and y/n has to go and talk to him and he’s just acting like a straight child all like “Get away f’me.” and pouty ahahha.

A/N: I'm finally back!!! I had to leave for a while to focus on ending the year strong but I am now back and hoping to post every-other day until I am done with the requests in my inbox!

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Tw: sickness, slight angst, fluff at the end

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Now anyone in or out of health care knows this one little fact. Men are absolute babies when it comes to being sick. By now I was used to it. The “y/n my stomach hurts, i'm going to die!!” and the *sniffle* *cough* “are you okay?” “oh my god, yes i’m fine why would you even say that!” To be honest most of the time I ignore fifty percent of their complaining, treat their symptoms and by the next morning they are fine. But every once in a while they aren't being dramatic.

“Mhhh” Even from the opposite side of the bus I could hear him groaning in his sleep.

“Niall?” no response. It couldn't be that he was sleeping and making those noises at the same time. 

“Uhhh '' Alright so maybe he was. We had been driving for about ten hours when Niall fell to the bug. I had been doing my best to keep it from the boys but somehow despite my best efforts, it made it through. He was the first so far, but probably not the last. If one boy gets sick, the others always get it. The bug had been moving quickly through the crew staff, hitting at least three people a week. My once solitary and quiet med bus was now full to the brim with groaning patients. The other unfortunate side effect of this; I couldn't no longer sleep in the same bed as my boyfriend. Well, at least not until this infection is out of the way and I'm not scared of him getting sick. 

I walked out of the back rooms to see Niall passed out on the med bay couch, face down and groaning louder than a truck horn in his sleep. I had seen Niall sick before. Hell I've had to wipe vomit off of his face before, but this shit was brutal. And I won't lie, the toll of not being able to escape it at all for the past few weeks has been getting to me. My sleep is constantly interrupted by alarms on my phone going off to remind me to check everyone on the bus, refill their fluids, check their temperatures, and administer medication if needed. I haven't been able to talk to my boyfriend in weeks for longer than five minutes. At this point I was almost praying to get the virus just to have a week off. Except maybe without the fever, and then sore throat, and the nausea. So maybe not. 

“Ni” I shook his shoulder lightly to attempt to wake him up. Nothing.

“Niall” Again, nothing. I could only be grateful that right now he was the only one sick. Finally with a big snort and a flip onto his back his cloudy eyes opened.

“Hey bud, how ya feeling?” He groaned once more and shut his cloudy eyes. 

“Nope. None of that. I know you're going to hate me but it's time for more meds.” Nothing but another groan. 

An hour or two later we finally found ourselves at a hotel, a wayside stop for a few days until everyones feeling better and the boys are able to perform. The second we got off the bus- me with several bags of medical supplies along with my actual suitcase, and Niall with a single backpack underneath the blanket he had wrapped around himself like a cloak- Harry came up to me with a frown on his face. 

“Long time no see love bug” He moved in to kiss me but I gently placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back a step.

“I will not get you sick. Remember how bad it was last time? No way. I love you, but no.” He pouted like a child being told no and hung his head. 

“Baby, I promise the second Ni is better we’ll be spending all day together, we just have to be careful, that's all” while his head was still facing down I thread my fingers through his hair and gave his scalp a little massage. After I was done speaking I gave him a light kiss on his head.

“Now come on, let's get inside so we can all get our keys and go to bed, Okay?” Still pouting, he nodded at me and continued in without saying another word. 

~~~~

Once we were all inside Paul was standing at the desk waiting with keycards in his hands to give us our rooms. He started with the crew and then once they had all filed off to their rooms he gave the other boys their room keys. Lastly, he handed one to me. The last one. 

“Sorry y/n they’d only give me one key for the both of you” Harry standing with the other boys around me walked forward. 

“Don't know what you mean Paul, I’ve got the other key right here?” I signed and turned to face him.

“Haz-”

“Oh. you'll be sharing a room with Niall then, won't you.”

“Yes. I need to keep an eye on him tonight make sure his fever doesn't come back-”

“Whatever” I took a step back, feeling the lash of his tone on me. Did he really think this was fun for me? This is my job, the whole reason I get to be here touring with him in the first place, it doesn't just suddenly disappear whenever he wants it to. I took a deep breath. It's fine. He's just frustrated, just like I am, that's all. This cant be easy for him either.

“We might not be able to share a room tonight but I do hope you’ll still come say goodnight before you go to sleep?” I tried to reach out a hand and was coldy rejected.

“Maybe. I wouldn't want to disturb the both of you.” I made a surprised scoff and looked over at Niall who was standing behind me with an equally surprised look on his face. Before I would even respond, he was off to the elevators without aso much as a look behind him.

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After a few hours of television watching and unpacking in our hotel room it was time for Niall's least favorite activity. Taking his meds. 

“Niall?” I found him again face down on one of the beds in the room, not asleep this time, just hiding from the light. 

“No. I won't do it this time.” 

“Hate to tell you but I have dealt with non-compliant patients before and usually it ends up worse for them than it does for me.” He dramatically flipped over and layed starfish on the bed for a moment before slowly pulling himself up to a sitting position. 

Twenty minutes after he had taken his meds, like always with Niall; he began to groan my name while I was attempting to take a shower for a moment of peace. Like any good physician I ignored the first two and after not hearing a third, went out to check on him. 

“Ni? Are you okay?” He was in a fetal position with his eyes closed taking deep breaths.

“Puke. definitely going to puke.” I cringed a little and grabbed one of the anti-nausea meds from my bag. 

“Here. Put it under your tongue, it should work pretty quick.” He did as I said and continued groaning. In a moment of pity I grabbed my book and hopped onto the bed beside him. 

“What-”

“If you're going to be miserable it's the least I can do to not make you be alone” I moved up on the bed and patted my lap with one hand. 

“Come on, you big baby”  He placed his head on my lap and I opened my book, beginning to read from the page I had dogeared. Not twenty minutes later Niall was fast asleep and I left him laying with his head on my lap as I read my book in peaceful silence. Peaceful that is until a certain someone knocked on the door.

“You can come in Harry, it's unlocked.” He stepped in and right away turned what looked like a sorrowful- even remorseful- look, into one of pure fire. 

“Really, y/n” 

“Haz- '' I didn't get the chance to say another word before he was out of the room and walking quickly down the hall. I carefully untangled myself from Niall- who by some grace of god was still asleep- and chased Harry down the hall. 

“Harry!” I grabbed his arm and he pulled away.

“Get away f’me” 

He continued walking down the hall, and I almost let him until I snapped. 

“Harry Edward Styles don't you dare act like a child and walk away from me right now!” He stopped in his tracks at the tone in my voice but didn't turn around.

“Do you think that this is fun for me? Not being able to see you at all for weeks, having to stay away from everyone and anyone just in case I could get them sick. Having to constantly be on call and working for days at a time?” 

Now he turned around.

“While you have been out there, acting like a pouting child with the rest of your friends I have been trying to make poor Niall feel even the slightest bit better!” I paused for a breath. “So don't you dare try and make me feel bad about comforting our friend. Dont. you. Dare!” 

I realized then that a few tears of exhaustion and frustration had slipped down my cheeks. I swiped them off and waited in buzzing quiet as he walked toward me. His head was facing the ground when he finally got over to me.

“Im stupid.” he finally said in a small voice. He reached out and put both his hands on my arms, still respecting the distance I wished to maintain, but allowing some sort of comforting touch for the both of us.

“Yeah, you have been.”

“Does it help if I say that I'm sorry and I never should have acted like a child because you were just helping Niall?”

“Of course it helps Harry” 

“Are you still mad at me?”

“I mean, a little. You acted like a douche.” he let out a disappointed huff, but still nodded in agreement. 

“Are you mad enough that we should talk about it more before we both go to bed?” I thought for a  minute but the second I looked up at his cinnamon roll curls I knew the answer. I let out a dramatic sigh and opened my arms.

“No. come here” after a hug that the both of us had been waiting for over weeks, he released me and gave me a short kiss on the top of my head.

“Goodnight love.”

“Goodnight.”

So finally I made it back to my room, turned out the lights and settled into my own bed. It was colder without him in it. 

~~~~~

“y/n/n” someone whispered in my ear and I jumped awake. Harry stood over me pale and looking half dead. 

“Oh no. oh god no. you've got it don't you.” he did a slight nod before throwing off his shoes and jumping into the bed with me. One part of my brain went warm, comfy. The other was screaming expletives at him and myself for not being more careful. He nestled up next to me and placed his head in the crook of my shoulder.

“Well, at least now you get to hang out with me

[imjusttryingtolivemylife1]

Liam: Stomach Bug

Liam sighed as he opened his eyes. He rolled over and checked his clock.

The numbers read 3:17.

He clicked off his phone and rubbed his eyes. Now was not the time to get behind on sleep. They were touring with One Direction and they had taken on a small band with the name 5 seconds of summer to be their opening show. The boys were really great at what they do. And Liam really enjoyed having them.

But in the midst of their growing fame, Liam was taking some classes to continue his education.

College. Or he was trying anyway.

They had a day off today. With the exception of the interview they had. That started at 9:30, meaning they had to leave the flat 8, so they could get there and get clothes and outfits and makeup-

He sighed. He was thinking too much for 3 in the morning. He rolled over and tried to continue his not so peaceful sleep.

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A little while later, Liam woke up again. His head hurt, and his stomach was doing summersaults. He sighed and looked at the clock.

The clock read 7:15.

Great. Perfect timing. He stood up, slowly, so he didn't jostle his stomach, and walked to the bathroom. 

Once he was in the bathroom, he looked in the mirror. He was really pale, and his lack of sleep caused these light purple bags under his eyes. He knew he didn't look good.

As much as he didn't want to, he stripped off his clothes, and turned on the shower water. While it heated, he thought about all the things he had to do today. It really wasn't much, but he just wanted to go back to bed.

Once the water was warm, he stepped in. He didn't realise how tense his muscles were until the warm water hit him. His muscles instantly relaxed. He stood there for a few minutes, just feeling the water on his body.

After standing there for a few minutes, he did a quick wash of his hair and body. He stepped out, wrapped in a towel. He could hear the rest of the boys downstairs. He sighed and walked out of the bathroom. He walked to his closet and picked a random hoodie and sweatpants. He knew they would make him change, but for now he wanted to be comfortable. He walked back into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

His stomach hurt, but he was doing okay. He hasn't thrown up yet, which is a good sign. That was until he accidentally gagged himself with the toothbrush.

Great.

He could feel the vomit coming, and leaned over the toilet just as it started happening. He sat there for a few minutes, losing all of last night's dinner into the toilet in front of him. He flushed the toilet, then went and sat on his bed for a few minutes, while his stomach settled.

He walked downstairs to the whole group, minus Ashton, playing FIFA. He turned the corner, and Ashton, being the responsible one of 5sos, was in the kitchen making breakfast. The smell of the food immediately made him feel ill again. He stood there for a second to make sure he wasn't gonna puke

"Goooood morning Liam!"He smiled. He was a little too awake for 7:30 in the morning.

"Morning."Liam replied. He really wasn't in the mood to be happy today.

Liam went and sat at the table, and pulled out his laptop. At this point, whenever he wasn't singing, or in the car, he was studying. He just wanted to do the interview and get it over with.

"Liam? Earth to Liam?"

It was Louis waving his hand in front of his face. Liam snapped out of his trance, the food smell immediately making him feel sick again.

"Huh?"Liam questioned.

"Calum has a cough. Does daddy direction have anything to help him?"Louis teased

Liam looked over at calum. He didn't look bad, but you could definitely tell he didnt feel great.

"Uh yeah, in my bathroom cabinet" Liam replied.

"Great, thanks." Louis smiled and went off to get the medicine.

He watched Louis walk away, then went right back to his schoolwork. 

“HEYO HARRY” Louis yelled ---CAN YOU COME HERE?---

Harry rolled his eyes then jogged upstairs. 

“Liam, why does your bathroom smell so bad?” Harry questioned.

“I’m not sure?” He looked at him questiongly. It took him a second to realise. Shit. he forgot to spray something. 

He returned back to his computer and continued reading. 

“Breakfast is ready!” Ashton yelled. 

Everyone came out to the kitchen and began eating. The smell still made him feel sick, so he didn't get anything. 

“Payno, you best be eating” Louis smiled as she shoved a plate of food in front of him. 

He looked at the food, and held back a gag. The food wasn't bad, in fact, it looked really good. But he didn't feel well, and the smell. 

Oh god the smell. 

Liam sat there staring at the food. If he didn't eat, they would know something was wrong. They were already suspicious. If he did eat, he'd surely throw up, and they'd know something was wrong. It was really a lose lose situation. 

He regretfully picked up a fork and began to eat. As soon as the food hit his stomach, He knew he was gonna throw up. He kept eating though. Too late to go back now. 

“When you guys are done we have to go, it's 7:50” Ashton said. He was cleaning dishes. 

He stood up, his plate half full still. He silently threw the food away and went back to his room to grab his phone and wallet. He also grabbed a pair of jeans in case he was told to change. 

As he was getting ready to walk out of his room, his stomach lurched, causing him to gag hard. Liam sprinted into the bathroom. He barely made it to the doorway before the first round appeared. He threw up on the floor, then stumbled to the toilet to finish throwing up. After he was done, he looked at his phone. 

The numbers read 8:07

“Shit” He said out loud.

He hurried and cleaned the puddle of puke on the floor, threw in some gum, and rushed out the room. 

He jogged down the steps and out the door. The house was empty, meaning everyone was already in the van. 

He got outside and ran to the van. He got in, earning himself a couple of annoyed glares from the other bandmates. 

“Any later mate, and we probably wouldn't make it”  The driver said to him. 

Liam ended up in the seat between Louis and Niall. Calum was half asleep in the row behind them. He kept half falling asleep on Louis' shoulder. Louis said nothing. EVentually, tired of fighting it, he let himself drift to sleep, head on Louis' shoulder. 

About 15 minutes into the ride, he woke up. He felt sick, but he didn’t want to say anything. He didn’t need anyone to worry about him. He leaned his head back on Louis shoulder. He had to fight the urge to gag. His stomach hurt. 

“You okay mate? You’re not acting like yourself.” Louis questioned. He was genuinely getting worried about his band mate.

“Yeah” Liam answered. He didn’t know who he was trying to convince at this point. Himself, or his band mates.

At this point, only a few minutes away, everyone started to get excited. Niall had convinced the driver to connect his phone via Bluetooth, to the van. So, the last 10 minutes was spent listening to ‘I should’ve kissed you’ on repeat.

Once they pulled in, they all climbed out of the van, and of course, there were cameras everywhere. People taking pictures, and asking the boys questions. Normally Liam wouldn’t mind, and would even stop and get a few pictures with the fans, but today was not the day. 

Liam felt himself stop. He felt sick, like he was gonna throw up. He didn’t move. Harry turned around and noticed him stopped.

“Liam? Cmon mate, we have to get inside” Trying to get the boy to follow.

Liam still didn’t move.

“Liam seriously.” Harry urged, getting a little frustrated. 

He still didn’t move, for the fear he would throw up.

“Louis. Liam won’t move” Harry called for Him.

Louis rushed back to see what was happening, while everyone else was getting the cameras and fans away. They all thought he was scared or claustrophobic. Nope.

Louis grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door. A few steps in, Liam gagged. He wanted to at least get inside before he threw up. Louis looked at him worriedly, and picked up the pace. 

Once inside, Louis took him into the bathroom, Liam had thrown up a little, and had his hand covering his mouth. 

He practically fell into the toilet, and began to throw up. He missed the first round, but we won’t talk about that. 

They say there for a good 10 minutes. Liam would throw up and Louis would rub his back, whispering calming words to try to calm the boy. 

Liam was in so much pain it was stupid. His stomach ached, the continuous vomiting not helping. 

His stomach eventually began to calm down. He sat there for a few minutes catching his breath. He felt as if he couldn’t stand. He felt weak.

“Cmon lad. I’m gonna try to talk to management, and hopefully get you out of the interview, okay?” Louis said, though he knew he couldn’t do anything about it. 

Liam nodded, stood up, and with the help of Louis, walked out of the bathroom. 

About half way there, Louis gave in and gave him a piggy-back the rest of the way. He wasn’t heavy anyway. 

They got to the room, and immediately got a bunch of confused and worried looks from the rest of the boys. 

Once Liam was situated on the couch, with a small trash can in front of him, Louis grabbed Harry and went to go talk to management. Ashton stayed to comfort and look after Liam. 

While they were gone, the room was silent. Nobody said a word.

Louis walked in, looking mad, with Harry not too far behind. By the way they looked, it was obvious what the answer was. 

“Those fuckers have no heart” Louis ranted, storming into the room, and slamming some papers on the table.

“What’s with the papers?” Luke chimed in.

The innocent boy never really spoke to the one direction boys. He was still warming up to them. 

“It’s a copy of the fucking contract we all signed.” Louis complained.

“The signer confirms ‘Under no conditions shall and interview or concert be delayed nor cancelled, nor missing any member.” He continued, again slamming the papers on the table. 

“I’ll be okay Lou.” I tried to calm him, but he wasn’t having it. 

“Yeah Liam, because throwing up in the bathroom for 10 minutes straight is just fine isn’t it.” Louis said angrily. 

Liam stayed quiet. Again, nobody said anything.

“I’m sorry Liam” he said finally. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” 

“It’s okay.” Liam half smiled. It wasn’t that he didn’t forgive him, because he’d be mad too, but he didn’t have the energy to give him a full smile.

“Boys. Let’s get ready to get out there. It starts in 5.” Paul came in and said. He should Liam a sympathetic look before walking out.

“Cmon I guess.” Harry sighed.

Liam got up and walked with the rest of the boys. This interview wasn’t supposed to take too long, at least he hoped not.

Once they got in there, they all sat down on the couches. Liam ended up scrunched in between Louis and Michael. The managers wanted the two bands mixed together, but Louis demanded to sit by Liam.

The interview had started, and they were asking them the usual questions. Like how touring was going, and how they felt about each other. 

They were told that the interview would only take about 30 minutes.

About 25 minutes in Liam began to feel sick again. But they couldn’t take a break because it was a live interview. 

He didn’t say anything for the rest of the interview. As she was rapping up, he knew he was gonna be sicker and he knew it was going to be soon. They turned the cameras off and Liam half sprinted out of the room. Though not knowing the place, he couldn’t find the Bathroom.

He stopped suddenly as he gagged. He felt it coming. He gagged again, this time vomiting on the floor I front of him. He felt as if he was gonna fall over. He started to sway back and forth, as he felt a pair of hands on him holding him up.

He continued to throw up. 

After a few minutes of throwing up, he started dry heaving. After a few minutes, he was done. 

“Cmon lad. I’ll find someone to clean this up.” Louis whispered, guiding him back to the changing room.   

After getting back to the room, Liam sat down, and almost immediately fell asleep. Louis went to go find a janitor or someone to clean up the mess.

When he woke, he was laying on Harry’s lap with Harry playing with his hair. He just laid there. He was tired. 

“Cmon guys. Let’s go.” Louis came back into the room.

“Did you find someone to clean up the mess?” Harry questioned

“No. They said since we made the mess that we had to clean it up. I wanted to shove their faces into it, but it’s done. I took care of it.” He replied.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I promise: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Liam rambled on.

“It’s okay Li. I'd do anything to make sure you’re okay. Now let’s head home”

They all went back outside to reload the van. They made sure Liam had a bag beside him, just in case.

The drive home was really anti climatic. Liam slept, and everyone else was either on their phones, or just sitting there quietly. The only sounds in the car were Liam’s snores and Calum’s coughs. 

Once they had arrived home, Louis carried Liam to his room. Magically he didn’t wake up. He placed him in his bed, took his shirt off, left a bucket and a cup of water by the bed, and left. A few minutes later, he returned with some pills and a thermometer. He placed the thermometer on his head and laid the pills on the table with the water. He heard the thermometer beep after a few seconds. It read 38 degrees. Not enough to worry about, but it was still a fever. He debated waking the boy, but decided to let him get some sleep instead.

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A couple hours later, Liam began to wake up. He looked at his phone to check the time. 

The numbers read 4:56

He rolled over, and saw the bin on the ground. The sick feeling immediately returned, and he began to gag once again. He grabbed the bin and threw up. Not a lot, but he also didn’t have anything inside of him, so even the small amount hurt. 

After he was done, he got up and went to the bathroom. He washed his mouth, and brushed his teeth. He then decided to recheck his temperature. He put it to his forehead, and a few seconds later, heard it beep. 

It read 38.7

It wasn’t super high, but he definitely needed to take something to get it down. He grabbed the pills and the water on the table. He didn’t want to throw up again, but he wanted it to help, so he took them. 

He also decided to change his clothes. He was swearing in his sleep, and he felt gross. He also probably smelt bad. 

After a quick change of clothes, he decided to walk back downstairs. Again, the lazy boys were playing FIFA. 

“OoO it looks like the zombies alive” Niall exclaimed. 

“Thanks for the compliment Ni” Liam grinned back.

“How do you feel? You’ve been asleep for a while” Harry questioned. 

“Better. I’ve gotta study.” Liam said quickly walking out of the living room.

“Wait.” He turned around “where’s Louis?”

“Having a meeting with management. They didn’t like his behaviour earlier.” Ashton said.

“Oh. Well I bet he didn’t like theirs either.” He half laughed, then walked out. 

He sat at the table and began to study. 

“Hey Li, we’re watching a movie! Wanna join?” Niall childish voice yelled from the living room.

“Uh sure. Just give me a second” Liam said, grabbing his computer and walking to the living room. 

He sat down on one side of the couch, and put the foot rest up. He started shivering, probably from his fever.

He was so focused on the movie, he didn’t see Calum get up, and Ashton rushed after him.

He was distracted from the movie by retching and coughing coming from the bathroom. 

Liam sighed. Now not only was he sick, but now Calum was sick too.

A couple minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom. Him and Ashton were both smiling. Liam was confused as to why they were smiling. 

Ashton noticed his confused look.

“Oh don’t worry Liam, he’s not sick.” Ashton said.

“But I heard him throw up-“ Liam continued.

“Yeah, he did, but he’s not sick. He laughed too hard, started coughing, and threw up. It was pretty funny, actually.” Ashton laughed.

“Oh okay.” Liam sighed in relief

The movie continued. Liam kept falling asleep. He would fall asleep for a few seconds, then jump awake, then repeat the cycle. 

“Liam needs to go back to bed” Niall said sarcastically. 

Liam instantly got annoyed. He didn’t know why, but he got really mad. 

“Fine” and with that, Liam got up and walked back to his room.

“Liam I was just joking, you just looked tired and-“ Niall started.

Liam ignored the rest. He was mad. He just went back to his room and went on his phone. 

Then, after about 10 minutes of laying there, all the sudden, he felt really guilty. He shouldn’t have yelled at Niall like that. He didn’t do anything wrong. He began to cry. Not like, soft sad tears, but like he couldn’t breathe. 

All this crying and hyperventilating made him sick again. He was throwing up, and he couldn’t breathe. He knocked the water off the table, which shattered when it hit the ground. 

He could faintly hear the sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs before Louis bursted into the room.

“Hey hey it’s okay” he ran to Liam’s side to comfort him. 

“Why are you freaking out so much Li? What’s wrong?”

Louis continued, starting to panic.

After the few minutes of comforting words and trying to calm him down, Liam could finally breathe again.

“What happened Liam? You fucking scared me” Louis asked, a relieved tone to his voice. 

“I felt bad- I couldn’t breathe. I was so mean to him- Louis I’m such a bad person. I-“ Liam rambled on.

“Woah woah woah calm down. Look at me.” Louis pulled his head up, and looked into his eyes.

“That explains it.” He continued.

He stood up and got the thermometer off the table.

“One more time” he stuck it to Liam’s forehead.

It beeped. 39 degrees.

“Okay Liam, here’s the deal. I’m gonna give you some medicine. If you throw up, or your fever doesn’t go down, you’re gonna get an ice bath!” He said the last part with sarcastic excitement.

“Mkay” Liam mumbled.

He was delirious from his fever. He probably wouldn’t remember any of this. 

“Here” Louis handed him the pills

Liam took the pills and went back to sleep. He awoke again at 9:30. He got up and went downstairs. Everyone was asleep at this point. He was tired. He grabbed a cup of water, then went back up to his room.

He then fell asleep, hoping to get a good night's sleep before their big day tomorrow, and silently thanked Louis for all of his help today.

[ny-pinkcaramel]

So, I've written a Harry Styles sickfic.

This is my 1st time using Tumblr. Idk what else to say?

I hope, just enjoy the fic?

Here's the link btw.. :)

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[planetharrie]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Partied a Lil’ Too Hard

Available to read on my Wattpad @PlanetHarrie

In which Harry’s possibility of holding his liquor is tested to the limits and he leaves a thoughtful gift for his fiancée the following morning.. 🍾🧺😷

Warnings: Mentions of vomiting

(not quite sure why I put Niall as character when Harry’s not famous, oops!🫣)

⭐️

"Alright big guy," Niall wheezed as an unstable Harry began drooping from his drunken grip, "lean on me—that's it, buddy."

They were both drunk; Harry more on the plastered side. Tonight was Niall’s birthday celebration and he'd been drinking like it was his 21st birthday party and not Niall's. The said birthday-boy was holding up Harry's entire body weight on his right side as they stumbled down m the plastered-man’ lamppost-lighten street.

"Here we are, H." The ex-blonde pushed Harry into his front garden when they arrived at his and Lucille's house and had him lean against the frame of the front door. Before knocking, Niall fished his phone out from his pocket; it was about to hit 2 A.M on the dot and he winced. The likelihood of Lucille being awake at this hour was far from high.

Despite his doubt, Niall rapped two of his knuckles on the oak and stepped back while biting his lip. He scanned the house for any lights or sign of life inside and breathed a sigh of relief when the hallway light beamed through the glass of the front door. Rustling of keys was heard on the other side.

Niall's drunk eyes wandered over to Harry who's body was slumped and looked like it was about to kneel over. His chest hitched with a drunk hiccup.

"Mate, brush your teeth when you get in; for Lucille's sake if not yours." Niall grimaced at the putrid stench of booze practically radiating off of his friend.

"Shu'thefuckup. ." Was what Harry slurred back and swallowed warily afterwards with a hand placed on his sloshing stomach.

Lucille eventually opened the door, revealing herself wrapped up in her short, silk dressing gown. Her hair was falling out of its plait and she was squinting with tired and confused eyes under the warm hallway light.

"Hey, Luce." Niall started. He eyed Harry's fiancé carefully as he helped Harry stand straighter. "Sorry for waking you; he's absolutely hammered."

"I. . . can see that. . ." She stepped back and allowed Niall to nudge Harry inside. "Did he forget it was your birthday party and not his?"

"Ello, m'lovie." Harry slurred. Lucille could only attempt a smile but it turned into more of a grimace as she stared up and down her fiancé; he was shirtless, sweaty and his jeans were low and showing his boxers.

"Niall, where's his top?"

She was passed Harry's t-shirt which was clearly congealed with a portion of last night's dinner and drinks down its front. She sighed and draped it over the stair banister.

"Well, thanks for bringing him back. Guess I'm on babysitting duty for tonight." Lucille folded her arms.

"Well, he's your fiancé!" Niall sarcastically saluted as he backed out of the house. Lucille shoved his chest and pushed her front door shut, leaving her and Harry alone.

Now that Niall had left, she unwrapped her dressing gown and draped it across the banister on top of Harry's soiled shirt. She was left in a see-through white tank top that was bunched up around her waist from sleep and a pair of plain black panties. Harry cheekily cupped one of her boobs and smirked.

"Y'look so pretty, Baby. . ." Harry pulled her into his chest and kissed her hair. He'd always been a real cuddly person when he'd get drunk.

Lucille rubbed his bare back with a dry laugh but quickly froze and grimaced when he suppressed a drunk burp into her hair. Her eyes widened and she pulled back, staring up at Harry, who only looked back at her innocently.

"Gross, H!" She chuckled and pulled away, "it's bed time for you.”

"M'not tired, Luce!" He whined, "jus' wanna kiss you all over, Baby. . . m’pretty girl. . .”

Lucille gently took his hands from her chest, "No chance, Mister. Sleep; now."

Harry eventually trudged up the wooden hill and stripped his jeans off and climbed into bed. He'd actually fallen twice while trying to actually clamber onto the mattress but finally got settled with Lucille's help. She too climbed in and tried tucking him under the duvet,

"No, 's too hot." He pouted and rolled over onto his side, his back facing Lucille.

"Too hot for a cuddle?"

Harry's ears seemed to perk up and he rolled back over and spooned his fiancé. She giggled softly and stroked his cheek.

"Did y'have fun tonight?" Lucille whispered softly, breathing in his cologne and alcohol-mixed scent. The answer she received was a soft snore. Her face was gobsmacked and she rolled over with a joking scoff, squirming into Harry's big spoon and drifted off to sleep.

⭐️

When Harry woke up later the same morning, he was met with a face full of sunshine barging in through the window. He groaned and squinted while shakily covering his eyes with his hands.

Lucille was already awake and sat up against the headboard on her laptop when her hungover fiancé aroused from his post-drunk slumber. She set the computer aside and stroked Harry's bed-hair out of his face.

"Hey. . . how're you feeling?" Her voice cooed quietly. The reply she got was another grumble and her fingers pinched her reading glasses to rest them on the top of her own bed-head.

"The sun? Wha'the fuck?"

"Sorry, I opened the curtains; thought it would be good for you to have some vitamin-D on your face," She shrugged slightly, "I can close them if you like?"

"Yes, please." Harry mumbled. Lucille padded over to the window and drew the curtains shut before climbing back into bed.

"Sleep well? It's nearly one in the afternoon!"

Harry slouched himself against the headboard and rubbed the sleep from his eye as he recollected his thoughts. "Not bad; was sick at one point though.."

Lucille frowned and worry crossed her features. She shifted slightly so that she could fully face Harry; she couldn't help the flow of concerned questions that rambled out her mouth.

"You were? Where? Are you still feeling sick?"

"In the bucket." Harry simply replied with a yawn tailing. Lucille's frown only deepened; what bucket?

"What bucket, Harry?" She began subtly glancing around their bedroom for a puddle of stomach contents soaked into their carpet.

"The bucket you left out for me, Luce." Harry shortly snapped, his hand flopping to from his face to his side in frustration. He looked up at his fiancé and was slightly frightened at the complete confusion written on her face. "Lucille!The bucket at the end of the bed!"

His fiancée shook her head. "Babe, I didn't—" Lucille paused and crawled a little to peer over the edge of the bed.

She had been correct; she hadn't left a bucket out for Harry that night which meant that the said 'bucket' was actually their round laundry basket with a pile of freshly-folded, clean clothes inside. "Fuck, Harry!"

Lucille rounded the bed and picked up her basket as Harry swung his legs of the edge of the mattress and sat up. She had a look of disgust and horror on her face as she shoved her clean clothes under Harry's chin. His eyes widened.

"Shi-i-it. . ." He drew out and scratched his forehead shamefully, "God, I'm so sorry."

Crusty, half-dried vomit soaked into the t-shirt on top of the folded pile and Harry had to swallow a gag from erupting while he stared at his mess.

"Luce, I'm really sorry but can you please—" He swallowed cautiously and pushed the plastic washing basket away, "—get it away; it's making me feel weird."

Lucille sighed and dropped the basket to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed next time him, running her hand through his hair. He leaned into her touch and shut his eyes momentarily. "Fancy some breakfast then?” She offered softly but she knew the answer she was going to get.

"Nah, I-I'm good. For now at least.”

"I was thinking pancakes? . ."

"No—seriously I'm good, Lucille. . .”

"With thick maple syrup drizzled on top. ."

Harry gagged (ever so slightly) at the description of Lucille's ideal breakfast, earning a laugh from her. "Alright, alright; I'll stop." She glanced at Harry's features.

His face was an uncomfortable grey colour and his hair was suddenly plastered with sweat to his forehead, making it look like he had some kind of bowl haircut. "Hey. . . You 'kay?"

Her hand slowly began rubbing up and down his bare back while Harry slowly swallowed with a weary shake of his head.

He felt her lean across him and opened his eyes, only to be greeted by a glass of foggy water being waved in front of him. She told him to take a sip. Before he could listen to his nauseous stomach and decline, Harry realised how dry and stale his mouth and throat felt and took the glass in both hands.

The water slid down his throat; it felt good and refreshing so he took another two sips before placing the glass back down on his bedside table.

"Ergh—god. . ." Harry grimaced, his green eyes blinked slowly as he stared at a spot of the carpet intensely. The water wasn't feeling good in his stomach as it did going down his throat.

"What's wrong?" Lucille questioned, tickling the back of his neck softly.

"The water. ." His throat bobbed and Lucille watched the grey fade into green in his complexion. "it's hit my stomach like a rock."

Lucille hesitated before opening her mouth to suggest laying back down. That was then Harry quickly stood up with slight panic but slowed his walking pace when he began heading for the bedroom door.

"Where're you going?!"

An incoherent reply drew quiet when Harry walked down the landing and swiftly shut the bathroom close behind him. Lucille stayed seated, twiddling her engagement ring while listening for Harry to come back from the bathroom.

It was the agonising retch from down the hall that had her standing up and bounding into the bathroom. Harry was knelt in front of the toilet with his head hanging just above the bowl; his mouth opened with a gag and his shoulders rolled forward as he heaved up his second bout.

Lucille swore under her breath and bent down at the waist to smooth back Harry's sweat-soaked hair from his face. With her own hair in her eyes, she scanned the bathroom counter for Harry's mini claw clip and briskly pinned back his fringe. She then knelt down behind him and rubbed the nape of his neck while he panted over the toilet. Harry moaned and shifted closer to his safe-haven, holding his head in one of his propped-up arms on the toilet seat.

"Shhh, you're okay. ." Lucille cooed to her fiancé. Harry barely felt her kiss and rest her forehead on his bare, sweaty back before he rocked forward with another dire retch.

"Lucille." Harry called for her between bouts of projectile vomiting and her heart broke; she'd never heard him sound so vulnerable before. She watched in pity as he reached down and held his bare stomach while profusely spitting into his mess in the water.

"I know, Lovely; just get it all up and you'll feel so much better. . ."

"'S all jus' alcohol—no food." Harry breathily hiccuped at the swirling sight of his sick in the toilet. Lucille reached up and flushed away last night's mistakes before pulling Harry into her lap and tucking his head into her chest.

"Do you feel any better?" She whispered, stroking his hairline. He gulped and nodded, his warm breath fanning her collarbone. Lucille smiled to herself and rubbed slow, firm circles along his back.

The two sat for a few minutes in comfortable silence, Lucille rocking them both side to side ever so slightly.

Harry pulled away from her touch and sat up after a while and Lucille was on high alert, thinking he was going to be sick again. Her panic settled when he cracked his cheeky smile and tucked her hair behind her ear,

"Lucille, I think I'm ready to stomach some of those pancakes of yours."

⭐️

[violetsandfluff]

I Am Right Here (h.s.)

Summary: the reader has pregnancy complications and Harry has anxiety

TW: plenty of sensitive topics: talk of pregnancy, anxiety, depression, miscarriage, pregnancy complications, suicide, death. Please don’t read if these are sensitive subjects for you. Always get help. My inbox is a place where you should feel welcome. Also, it gets really dramatic and fake towards the end, so yeahhh and it’s not proofread :p that’s all

A/N: I promise I have more coming. I’ve had this idea for months now and I finally wrote it. Word count: 1.6k

• - • - •

“Mmh, baby,” you signed as you rested your head against Harry’s broad shoulder. “‘M so tired.”

“Yeah?” Harry let out a soft chuckle as he pulled the thin blanket up toward your chin, and you couldn’t help poking your fingers into his dimples. “Are you comfortable?”

You nodded at the sensation of his soft hand caressing your growing belly gently as he breathed steadily beside your ear.

“Bet your baby’s gonna be as pretty as you, mama,” he whispered after an extended amount of sweet silence.

“Or as pretty as you, Har.”

“Nah. ‘M not that pretty,” he said as another lazy smile crossed his beautiful face. “Especially compared to you. Wanna watch something, love?”

You nodded into his side and hummed your approval, pulling the blanket higher up your chest.

Harry placed his laptop on his lap and adjusted it so you could see.

“Is this good?” he inquired thoughtfully as he ran his short fingernails up and down your back.

“Mmhm,” you responded as your eyes fell shut. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” you commented as you felt sleep inevitably setting in. “Just wanna stay here forever.”

“You can, princess,” Harry’s low voice assured you as you drifted off. “‘M right here.”

• - • - •

You inhaled and exhaled steadily as you felt bright light burning through your eyelids. You were laying down, but the bed was a lot different from yours and Harry’s at home. There were sharp, prickly pains in your arms and chest, and you became slowly aware of faint beeping.

“Harry?”

Was the first word that slipped out of your mouth, through your dry, burning throat. It echoed through the uncomfortably bare and unfamiliar room.

You heard stirring from the corner of the room as a shadow of Harry’s tall figure rose to his feet and rushed to your side, kneeling down as he brushed his hair out of his eyes.

“I’m right here,” he repeated, voice quivering. His eyes were red and swollen and there were trails of dried tears running down his red cheeks.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you asked despite the searing pain in your throat. “Why are you crying?”

“Baby, I’m just glad you’re okay.”

He reached out to touch you, but pulled his hand away before it reached you. His fingers hovered in midair just inches from your cheeks before he lowered them again.

“Do you need anything?”

By then, doctors and nurses were filing into the room and pushing Harry away from you.

While you concluded that you were in a hospital, and had probably been unconscious for some time, the question of how long still hung in the air.

“What happened?” you asked bravely, your voice sounding unusually high and light.

“You had a complication with your blood pressure,” a nurse explained to you. “Your baby is okay, but we still have some tests to do.”

Harry paced around in the room in silence as you watched him. He wasn’t crying anymore, but this was far worse.

“Harry, I’m okay. The baby’s okay. What’s the matter?”

“The love of my life passed the fuck out on my shoulder and practically stopped breathing, that’s what! I thought you were dead, Y/N, and that’s didn’t exactly make me happy!”

His face was beet red as he spoke, his eyes filled with tears of anger, disappointment, and fear.

“I thought you were gonna die, Y/N,” he said in a quieter tone. “And I thought it was gonna be my fault.”

You began crying as well, trying to imagine your life without Harry.

“I can’t live without you, Y/N. Not only would I have lost you, but my baby as well.”

He looked down at the waxed floor, a dark look on his face. “I would have killed myself. Prayed to die every day and every night, just hoping to be with you. Or not be without you.”

Tears streamed down your face as you gasped for breath and Harry snapped out of his trance, rushed to your side, and knelt down.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he said as he grabbed your arms and rested his forehead against your shoulder. “I didn’t mean to say any of that. I just love you. I know it wasn’t your fault.”

You struggled against the IVs to pet Harry’s hair in a comforting, motherly manner.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you vowed, your voice cracking slightly.

“Do you promise?” Harry choked as he looked up at you, green eyes pleading in desperation.

“I can’t promise,” you admitted. “But I love you. I’ll always be right… here.”

Harry pouted unintentionally as another wave of emotion washed over him.

Your hands were placed on his chest, positioned so they could feel his heartbeat.

He closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath before reaching up and wiping the tears from your face. “You’re so pretty,” he commented unexpectedly. “I mean, honestly. You’re in the hospital after being unconscious for four hours. You’re not supposed to be that gorgeous.”

A soft chuckle escaped your pink lips and sore throat. “I’m not.”

“Sure you are,” Harry said as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “Your eyes are breathtaking. Have they always been that pretty?”

You dropped eye contact as his eyes penetrated your soul and his lips made contact with yours.

• - • - •

“I love you so bad,” you sighed as Harry tucked you into the covers.

“I can’t believe they let you come home,” he said hesitantly. “I don’t want it to happen again.”

“They gave me medicine, Haz,” you tried to convince him. “And compression socks! I’m gonna be okay, I promise.”

Harry scoffed at the word socks.

“You can’t promise that, you said so yourself,” he contradicted as he tucked your hair behind your ears.

“Don’t you trust me?”

Harry bit his lip.

“Come lay down with me, love,” you pleaded. “I need you.”

Harry pulled himself into the covers beside you reluctantly and put his arms around your middle.

“Is this comfortable?” he asked shyly.

“Yeah,” you responded as you nuzzled your head against his chest. “I can hear your heartbeat.”

“Is it too loud?”

You let out an uncontrollable laugh. “Since when do you ask someone if your heartbeat is too loud, Haz?”

“Are you too hot? Too cold?” He dodged the question.

You shook your head as you grasped a handful of his night shirt. “Good night, baby,” you whispered firmly. “Sleep tight.”

“G’night, love.”

You hoped like crazy that he would take the hint and go to sleep.

You slept through the night, subconsciously aware of Harry feeling your forehead for a temperature and your wrist for a pulse.

His eyes never left your chest, making sure the blanket was rising and falling regularly.

You woke up to sunlight streaming in through a crack in the curtains. “Good morning, Harry,” you beamed, squinting against the light.

“Good morning, Lovie,” he replied, voice low and rough. “How’d you sleep?”

“I slept well,” you replied truthfully. “You?”

“I slept well, too,” he lied blatantly.

He had dark circles under his red, teary, half-shut eyes, and his hair looked the same as it did when you fell asleep.

“Did you really?”

A skeptical look crossed your face as you studied his blotchy, tearstained face.

“Yes,” he retorted defensively, raking his fingers through your sleep-tangled hair. “Why?”

“You look exhausted,” you stated bluntly. “That’s all. Are you hungry?”

He nodded. “I think I’m gonna go make something. What do you want?”

“I can make something, Harry,” you argued.

“‘M up, I can do it. What do you want?”

“Whatever you make will be good,” you sighed.

Harry returned a while later with two plates of scrambled eggs and toast. He set one down on your lap and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“We’re gonna eat in bed?”

“I don’t think you want to see the kitchen.” He lowered his eyes as he smirked apologetically. “Sorry, babe.”

“What happened?”

He shook his head as he began to eat. “You don’t wanna know.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” you scolded playfully. “It’s rude.”

“Sorry, puppy.”

After breakfast, Harry turned on another show on his laptop, tensing noticeably when you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Are you gonna fall asleep?” you asked after he stifled his third yawn within thirty seconds.

“No.” he replied coldly, shifting beneath you.

“Why? You’re so tired.”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows and bit his lower lip. “Please tell me it’s over,” he blurted out. “Please tell me it won’t happen again.”

“Harry,” you said unsteadily, shifting so you were laying on your side, facing him. “You’re not sleeping because of me?”

“I can’t leave you, Baby,” he said with a hint of a catch in his throat.

“You’re right there. You don’t have to leave.”

“If I’m asleep, I’m as good as gone, Y/N.”

“I can stay awake if it would make you feel better.”

“No,” he replied dismissively, putting a large hand on your shoulder. “You need sleep, too.”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I do, sweetheart,” Harry said, emotion creeping ever so slowly into his voice. “I don’t trust me.”

“But you’ve never done anything to hurt me.”

You reached up to wipe a tear from his cheek, but he turned his head away just long enough to shake you off.

“You could have died.”

You drew in a sharp breath.

“And it would have been my fault.”

“Right here, remember?” You placed your hand delicately over the left side of his chest before kissing it and resting your head on it.

Harry nodded in satisfied surrender, his eyelids already falling shut. “If you say so, darling,” he mumbled thickly.

• - • - •

The sun rose the next morning to find Harry still comfortably emerged in his well-deserved slumber with you on his chest.

You were tracing small patterns on his neck and jaw where small bits of unshaven stubble grew.

He eventually awoke to the sensation and tightened his grip around you.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” you greeted him lightheartedly. “Do you feel better now? Happier?”

He licked his lips and nodded, lowering his face to your cheeks. “‘M glad you’re okay,” he murmured against your warm skin. “And ‘m sorry if I was being a pill yesterday.”

You put your hands on either side of his face and squished his cheeks lovingly. “You’re okay. I’m okay. It’s all okay.”

Taglist: @madybeth21 @groovychaosavenue @fishingirl12 @mrspeacem1nusone @tenaciousperfectionunknown @sortingharryshairclip

[watermelonlovershigh]

This next fic I'm writing is lowkey so sad. 🥹

[merrybloomwrites]

Masterlist

Harry Styles x Mitch Rowland x Sarah Jones x Reader

You Can Start a Family

Main Story: One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six ; Seven ; Eight ; Nine ; Ten

Sickfic Part 1 ; Part 2

Mitchrry Prequel

Fan Reactions

Holiday Blues

Mitchryy Reunion

Harry Styles

Series

I Hear Them Calling

Prologue ; Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5 ; Chapter 6 ; Chapter 7

Oneshots

Harryween

I Can't Take it Back

Shayne Topp

Ants Are Going to Town in My Body

A Podcast Love Story

[allwaswell16]

One Direction fics where a character unexpectedly gets a call from the hospital or must rush to the hospital for another character and end up realizing their feelings as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

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(E, 144k, rehab) Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he's supposed to want.

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❤️‍🩹 Feels Like Coming Home by @phdmama

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(M, 23k, canon) a sickfic with a slow burn

❤️‍🩹  Hypotheticals (series) by tomlinsunshine

(T, 15k, friends to lovers) This whole "running away" thing really isn't going as planned.

❤️‍🩹 Stay by rabbithole28

(M, 12k, exes to lovers) Louis was taken to hospital after a car accident. They called Harry letting him know that his fiance was unconscious and in a serious condition. The only problem was, Harry hadn't seen Louis since he walked out of their flat three years earlier.

❤️‍🩹 Wanna Do Nothing With You by whoknows

(E, 9k, canon) The accident happens in the stupidest way possible. One minute Louis is demonstrating a skateboard trick he’d just learned for Lottie, the next he’s waking up in a hospital.

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(E, 8k, a/b/o) "How could I call you when I needed you as far as possible to sever our spatial bond?”

❤️‍🩹 Tight Grip on Reality by roseslotuslouis / @fandomaws

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—Rare Pairs—

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