By the time we had gotten back to the house we had rented, I nearly collapsed into bed with a sigh.
"Hang on, don't go to sleep yet mate, I need to check your temperature." Liam said, grabbing a thermometer from the bathroom.
"This is unnecessary, I'm completely fine. There was no reason for us to leave in the first place." I grumbled.
"Yeah yeah quit your whining and open up." Liam said, coming back in with a thermometer.
I rolled my eyes sassily and opened my mouth and allowed Liam to slip the device under my tongue.
Thirty seconds later the thermometer beeped and Liam took it out.
"39.2 (102.7). That's definitely a fever mate. Still want to argue about being fine?" Liam asked with a smirk.
Before I could give a sassy remark, my stomach suddenly lurched and bile rose to my throat. I slapped my hand over my mouth and ran for the bathroom as fast as I could, Liam following right behind me.
I made it to the toilet just in time before my dinner made a reappearance. Liam placed a comforting hand on my back.
"You're alright mate, just let it out." Liam spoke softly.
After several rounds, I finally came to just dry heaving.
"Louis, I think you're done. Let's get off the floor before you get sore." Liam said.
I nodded and shakily got up with the help of Liam. I leaned most of my weight onto him, and he led me back to bed.
"Alright, text me if you need anything."
I nodded and closed my tired eyes. Maybe a little rest wouldn't be so bad after all.
                          
I woke up and realized that I had slept from around two in the afternoon yesterday, all the way to today. The problem, was that I felt even worse today. My stomach was turning viciously and I knew what would be coming sooner rather than later. To top it all off, I had a splitting headache, a sore throat, and congestion to go with it. Soon, Harry poked his through my door.
"Wow, you're actually awake." Harry chuckled.
 "Shut up, me tummy hurts!" I whined.
"You want a stomach relaxer?" He asked.
"I honestly don't know if I could keep it down." I admitted.
"Let's try anyways." Harry encouraged, walking off to go get the pill.
While I waited on Harry, my stomach was getting more and more impatient, and before I knew it, bile was rising to my throat. I quickly rushed to the bathroom, despite getting tangled in the sheets and falling to floor still stuck in them.
I threw myself over the toilet and gagged harshly. It wasn't but two seconds I felt a pair of hands on my back.
"You're alright, just get it out." Harry said.
Before I could respond, my stomach lurched, and my stomach contents came pouring into the  toilet. It went on for about five minutes, and I was getting really tired . 
When the 6th round came to a stop, and I was just dry heaving.
"Louis, I think you're done. There's no way you have anything left in you after that." Harry said.
"But I still feel nauseous!" I whimpered.
"You're probably getting dehydrated. Let's go back to bed, I have a bucket there just in case." Harry said, helping me off the ground. With shaky legs, I leaned on Harry, and slowly walked back to bed. 
Once I was all tucked in, Harry stood up.
"Alright, you need something to drink, so what do you want?" Harry asked.
"I don't really feel like drinking anything." I said tiredly.
"What about ginger ale then? It could settle your stomach." Harry asked.
"I guess." I replied.
Harry smiled and went to go get my ginger ale.
When he came back he handed it to me. I looked at it distastefully but after seeing the look on Harry's face, I had to drink it.
I slowly took a sip of the beverage, and it actually didn't hurt my stomach like I thought it would. I took another, and eventually I made it to half a glass before deciding that I couldn't stomach anymore.
"Get some more rest." Harry said. He patted my leg, and got up and left.
I did as told, and shut my eyes and fell into the world of slumber.
                          
The next day, was not any better for me, if not worse. My headache was back to a migraine, I was very congested, I had so my phlegm built up in my chest that now I have a horrible cough, and I was up all night throwing up and I'm still dealing with the nausea, and to top it all off, I'm exhausted.
"Lou, just try to eat something, you really need to." Harry begged.
"My tummy hurts to much." I argued. I mean, who feels like eating when they've been throwing up all night?
"You really should mate, you don't have anything left in your tummy and that's only going to make you feel worse." Liam warned.
"What if I make you soup? It's light, and it would feel good on that sore throat of yours." Niall said.
I thought about it for a moment before giving in.
"Fine." I relented.
I could see the silent cheers going throughout the boys. Niall left to go make the soup, leaving me slowly falling back asleep in bed.
                          
"Lou, wake up bud." I slowly opened my eyes and saw Niall staring at me.
"Your soup's ready." Niall informed. 
My stomach turned just looking at it.
"I don't know if I can eat it." I admitted.
"Come on, just try a little bit. This isn't just any soup, it's Niall's soup." Niall said with a grin.
"What kind is it?" It didn't look like a regular kind of soup to me.
"It's a special Irish soup my mom made when I was sick and it instantly made me feel better, at least for a little while." Niall replied.
I shrugged. It was worth a shot for at least a few hours of peace.
I took the bowl from him with shaky hands careful not to spill any. I slowly ate a spoonful of this soup and whatever was in this, it tasted good and it definitely felt good going down my throat. I quickly finished it up and when Niall came back he took the empty bowl from me.
"Did it help any?" Niall asked.
"Yeah a lot actually. Thanks Nialler." I smiled.
"See? Doctor Niall knows his stuff!" Niall laughed.
I playfully rolled my eyes at him. When he left to wash the dishes I felt my eyelids grow heavy. Whatever he put in that soup works like magic because I drifted off into a long heavy slumber. 
                          
When I woke up I looked at the clock. It read 12:23 pm. That would mean that I slept the whole day yesterday and all this morning! I rolled over in my bunk and saw everyone in their own bunks playing on their phones.
"Hey Lou, you're awake!" Harry smiled.
"Finally decide to join the land of the living did you?" Liam teased.
I rolled my eyes. I may have slept awhile by it was the best sleep I've had in a long time. I guess 'Doctor Niall' really does know his stuff.
"How do you feel?" Harry asked.
I mentally checked myself over. 
"Still a little achey and I have a slight stomach ache but not near as bad as before." I replied.
"That's good!" Niall said.
"Let me take your temperature." Liam said, getting up.
He placed the device under my tongue and when it beeped he took it out.
"It's gone down to 38 (100.4) degrees Lou." Liam said with a smile.
"Mhmm that's good." I replied, my eyes starting to close.
"Don't tell me you're going back to sleep, Lou." Niall chuckled.
"Jus' for few minutes." I said.
                          
A few minutes turned into two more hours but who's counting? When I woke up I felt SO much better. So much better that I even decided that I was well enough to go out for ice cream with the boys.
We had a great rest of the day, until two am when 'Doctor Niall' woke up with an upset tummy and a high fever.
"Guess it's my turn to take care of you Nialler!" I said with a grin.