{Started on Monday, added onto everyday when up for it}I'm starting this off because I am sick as shit at the second and the closest appointment I can get is tomorrow morning so... Might as well take the time that I'm not throwing up and write something about it.

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Your POV:

I woke up in a bundle of limbs as usual. My five boyfriends and I shared a king-sized bed. The thought made me smile as I sat up, earning five whines of protest, making me giggle. I slid out of bed and headed downstairs for a bit of a snack.

The pit of my stomach felt a bit weighted, but I just passed it off as just one of my usual IBS symptoms that'd go away like usual. Shrugging slightly, I ate an apple before tossing it in the garbage bin and heading back to the bedroom. On the way there, though, I started to feel a bit dizzy and lightheaded, but I brushed it off as my body just wanting me to go back to sleep.

Liam, the lightest sleeper of my boyfriends was waiting for me, looking at me with a tired smile. "Li-Li, go back to sleep," I whispered dazedly, trying to crawl over to lay between said boy and Harry, who was also a light sleeper. I guess the green eyed boy awoke to the sudden movements because he rolled over to grab his phone underneath his pillow, checking the time. "Kitten, what're you doing up so early? It's just past seven," He mumbled, sliding his phone back underneath the pillow and sitting up.

"I just went to have a quick snack, boys," I said crawling to lie between them, "I'm back and need some Lirry cuddles," I playfully pouted, making the two chuckle before laying down with me. Liam spooned me from behind while Harry snuggled up to my chest. I turned my head to face Liam, "Night-night, Li," I whispered, making him smile before leaning down and kissing my lips. "Goodnight, Y/n," He whispered. Harry moved up so the two could share a goodnight kiss, muttering a soft "Goodnight," to one another before pulling away. Harry turned to me, kissing my lips, "Goodnight, Kitten," He mumbled before diving down to nuzzle his face into my stomach for cuddles, making me wince.

Ignoring the elevated pressure in my stomach, I closed my eyes, waiting for sleep to take over, but that never happened. My stomach kept me awake and some brief cramps stabbed through my lower abdomen, making me feel a bit worse. I also took note that the dizzy, lightheaded feeling in my head had not gone away. Then, my stomach began to turn left and right, but it kinda lulled me to sleep off and on, but each time my stomach pulled to shift, it woke me up for a couple seconds before I fell back to sleep.

When I woke up fully, though, the symptoms were still there and had slightly worsened. I winced as I sat up, seeing that it was just me and Zayn, who was still sleeping. Feeling weak and just wanting to be held, I dragged my body across the mattress to Zayn. The boy was lying on his stomach, so I pinched his side, knowing that shaking him awake wouldn't work.

Zayn flinched and propped his head up to look around at whoever pinched him. His eyes landed on me and he gave me a dirty look. "'M sorry. Don't feel good and wanted to cuddle you but I knew you wouldn't wake up to just grabbing your arm," I mumbled, rubbing the place where I pinched with my hand. The glare in his eyes softened as soon as I mentioned I felt sick. "C'mere, Angel," He said, shifting to lay on his side and pull me into his chest.

"What doesn't feel good, baby?" He softly cooed, stroking my hair. "Feel a bit nauseous and my tummy feels feels weird," I explained softly, making him awe and kiss my temple. "I'm sorry," He whispered, "Do you think you're hungry or is it something IBS related?" He asked, making me shrug. "I'm not sure, I've never felt like this before, I don't think," I mumbled unsurely, "'m lightheaded and a bit dizzy, too," I finished, making him pout and kiss my forehead. "Get some rest and maybe you'll feel better when you eat something when Liam rips me from the bed. You're not going anywhere unless I'm forced up," He chuckled, making me giggle weakly. "Thanks, Zay-Zay," I murmured. "No problem, love," He whispered, pressing another kiss to my temple.

Once again, I couldn't sleep again. I just laid there with my eyes closed, taking in Zayn's soothing sent. And after a while, I heard the bedroom door open and seconds later, the bed dipped down and an arm draped over me and Zayn. "Careful," Zayn murmured softly, "She's not feeling good," He sleepily mumbled, making a familiar voice awe. "Poor thing," Louis' voice pouted as the arm removed itself and a hand began to gently stroke my hair. "She was so out of it yesterday, too," Niall's voice pitched in, joining us on the bed.

"Yeah, she stumbled a bit as she walked yesterday and actually almost lost balance a couple times," Louis said, making Zayn hum quietly in agreement. "Noticed that, too, just thought she like tripped, though with how clumsy she is," He said, letting out a soft chuckle.

The door creaked open further, "Lads, I thought I told you to wake them up, not join them," Liam laughed. "Y/n feels a bit sick, Li," Niall said softly. "Wait, what? Is she okay?" Liam asked, making the bed dip down again. Zayn shifted with me in his arms, making me whine, "She has a bit of a tummy ache," He cooed, making me blush in pure fluster as the boys were babying me. I knew they'd do this because that is exactly what we all do when one of us gets sick. The thing was, I barely get sick, so I should have expected it. But, I guess it was just early in the morning and I didn't have the time to comprehend it subconsciously, but when I finally did, I was all shy and flustered.

"Awe, did you eat something other than that apple this morning?" Liam asked, taking notice that I was awake. "No, just the apple," I softly mumbled, peaking my eyes open slightly to look at Zayn who still had his eyes closed. I looked over my shoulder to face my three boyfriends who wore concerned facial expressions. "Maybe you're hungry?" Niall asked softly, taking my hand, making me shrug. "Maybe. I can try something to eat," I suggested, shifting and sitting up tiredly. "That's a good idea, love. Harry's making breakfast," Louis said, taking my hand and helping me up.

I stumbled slightly as I stood and the boys saw it and let out audible gasps when I had to use the foot of the bed to get my balance back, having to sit down in the process. "Love, are you alright?" Louis asked softly, eyes full of concern. "Just a bit lightheaded is all," I assured, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Poor Princess. C'mere, baby," Niall cooed, joining my side and wrapping an arm around my waist as Louis wrapped one of his around my upper back.

"Zayn, babe, I'm not telling you again. It's time to wake up," Liam scolded our boyfriend lightly as Niall and Louis helped me to my feet. I could walk perfectly fine, but I just let them hold me as we headed down the stairs so they didn't have to worry about me stumbling again.

Once we reached the kitchen, a topless Harry was making dinner, humming softly to himself. He must've heard our footsteps because he turned around. "Oh, no," He murmured to himself, quickly making his way over to us and cupping my face in his large hands, "Kitten, what's the matter?" He asked softly. "Just a bit overly hungry, Haz," Louis explained as he pulled out a chair from the island and helped me sit down. Harry double checked me by placing his hand on my forehead to test my temperature, "Mmm... Mkay, no fever," He muttered before making his way over to the stove.

The stove.

Oh, good God, the stove!

The machine was helping Harry cook some omelettes and pancakes, but just the sent of food made my stomach turn and my head to spin. My brain felt like a fish in a round, small fishbowl, swimming around and around in circles endlessly with no place to go.

I felt two arms snake around my waist, and just by the messy, jet-black, fluffy hair poking out in the corner of my eye, I knew it was Zayn. He nuzzled his face into the back of my neck and rested his arms lazily in my lap. I rested my arms over his as I slouched, pressing my forehead to the cool marble of the kitchen island. "Awe, sweetheart," Liam babied me, running is hand through my hair.

After a few minutes, my body jerked.

Oh no.

Oh, GOD no!

I quickly shoved Zayn off and stumbled out of my chair until I made it to the bin across the room. I let out a sickly burp on the way before letting out a gag. I gripped onto the sides of the bin as my body heaved, surging a small bile of vomit from my stomach that looked like apple sauce. Just the thought of eating the sweet fruit made it turn into eating the half digested slop that came up, making me gag and cough once before throwing up only what I could assume would be what was left of the fruit inside me.

The boys fell into a panic as soon as this happened, running after me to try and soothe me. "Oh, Kitten," Harry gasped, holding my hair back while caressing my head. "Shit, baby, it's okay," Louis swore softly, rubbing my arm gently. "Just breathe, darling," Niall soothed. I spat up some nasty saliva, taking deep breaths. "I think..." I panted, "I think I'm good for now," I whimpered.

"Oh, baby girl, I'm so sorry," Liam whispered, "Wanna go back to bed?" He cooed, making me nod. "Okay, I've got you, Angel," Zayn said, gently stepping forward and wrapping his arms around me, and I instantly knew what he was going to do, so I wrapped my arms around his neck as he hoisted me up to a bridal carry and started to carry me upstairs.

Liam, Louis, and Niall trailed behind us quickly, opening the door for us. Zayn set me down and I whined softly, wrapping my arms around my stomach. "Oh," Niall pouted, sitting next to me and running his fingers through my hair sweetly. Harry jogged into the room with a small bucket he probably took from the closet that we used for the mops.

The boys surrounded me, trying to get me to relax. "Y/n, be completely honest," Liam whispered, holding one of my hands, "How long have you felt like this?" He asked, making my body fill with guilt. "Yesterday, but I thought it'd go away," I whispered back, opening my eyes to look at my lovers timidly, not even hiding the fact I felt horrible for keeping this from them. "I'm sorry," I apologized, making their eyes soften. "We're not angry with you," Louis assured, rubbing my thigh gently, "Just tell us next time, mkay?" He whispered, making me nod slowly.

After about half an hour, my stomach turned roughly and I jolted up, forgetting about the bucket Harry brought, I instantly bolted to the master bathroom and basically threw the toilet seat off before barfing up bile after bile of vomit. I coughed and spat everytime I got that three second break to throw up before going back at it.

No matter how many times my body jerked, chest heaved, throat wheezed or coughed, my stomach rejected half-digested food, my lovers sat there, trying to calm me the best they could. Rubbing my back, stroking my hair, saying sweet, soothing things, massaging my shoulders.

When I finished I leaned back, shivering as a random chill spiked down my sensitive spine. The room span, my body felt like it weighed tons and tons of pounds, my brain felt like a fish in a bowl again. Two muscular arms caught me and pulled me into his lap. I closed my eyes ready to pass out. I was so fucking our of it that I didn't pay any attention to what my lovers were saying.

Then, I lost consciousness.

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When I woke up, I was laying in bed, a heat blanket wrapped around me, mainly my belly on full power, my head was elevated on pillow and on my back underneath the heat blanket was on a massager to relax my tense spine. There was a damp washcloth on my forehead and when I opened my eyes, the boys were surrounding me in a sleepy cuddle as if they were walls surrounding me to keep me safe.

It was dark outside, and the boys were waiting for me to wake up. How sweet.

For the next week, the boys nursed me back to health.

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Took me seven days to write this because I was so sick lmao. I'm better now, though!

Love y'all! Stay healthy and stay safe! have an amazing day/night and I'll see you in the future updates!

Byebye, now!