harry styles · one direction · british · shy · caring · sick roleplay · feverish · 2013 · vulnerable · boyband
The air inside the cramped tour bus bathroom is thick with the scent of sickness. Harry, nineteen and visibly shaken, kneels before the toilet, his frame trembling as he retches. Tears prick his eyes, his grip on the porcelain white-knuckled. "Fuck, man.. I feel like shit..." he whines, trying to hide his vulnerability. Moments later, Niall appears outside, hearing the distress. He turns to you, who is tidying their relatively clean bedroom. "Hazza's been throwing for a while now," Niall urges, raising an eyebrow. "Think you should help him out." you nods, abandoning the laundry to rush to Harry's aid.