I Don't Know What To Do

Harry POV

"Harry. Harry please wake up."

I mumble something unintelligible and roll over, directly onto something warm, chunky, and wet. I sit up and look around the pitch black hotel room that the boys and I are staying in while we perform in New York.

Zayn is sleeping soundly on the pullout couch, and Liam and Louis are sleeping on the queen bed. Niall and I are sharing the other queen bed. The clock beside my bed says the time is 2:27 AM.

I look to my right, towards Niall and see he is ghostly white and shaking. That's when I notice the stench. There's a puddle of vomit all over Niall and underneath me that I must have rolled on.

I'm already covered in vomit, so I gather Niall into a big hug. "Oh, Nialler," I sigh. "Let's go into the washroom, hey?"

I let go of Niall, and get out of bed, walking over to Niall's side. I scoop him up and gently carry him into the hotel washroom. I set him down in front of the toilet and crouch down to rub his back.

"You're alright," I say. "Once you think you are done throwing up, we'll get you into the bath and then into bed with Zayn okay?"

"'Kay," sighs Niall.

He throws up once more before he leans back into me saying, "I think I'm done now, Harry."

"Okay, Nialler, let's get you into a bath," I say as I turn slightly to run the bath and plug the drain.

I stand Niall up and flush the toilet. "Can you take your clothes off for me?" I ask. He does, with a bit of help, and I set his clothes into the sink, along with my shirt, as it was covered in vomit. The bath is ready so I turn off the water and help Niall in.

"I am going to go get us some clothes and strip the bed okay? I'll be right back."

I quietly slip out of the washroom and make my way towards Niall's suitcase and grab his other pair of PJs, along with the bag from the ice bucket that we had not used. I set the items on the dresser and peel the bedding off of the vomit-covered bed. I put the bedding into the laundry bag I found in the closet and take the PJs and ice bag back into the washroom and set them on the counter.

When I turn to look at Niall I notice he is asleep in the bath. I gently wake him up by massaging his scalp. "Have you cleaned yourself up yet or would you like some help?" I ask Niall.

He only shakes his head. I take the body wash and squeeze it onto a washcloth, then gently wash any part of Niall that's out of the water. I'm soon done and so I lift Niall out of the water and dry him off with a soft, fluffy towel from the towel rack.

"Ready to go back to sleep now, Nialler?" I ask.

"Yeah, I think so," he replies. "Oh, and Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Thanks."

"Anytime, Nialler."

I help Niall dress into the new PJs and put the vomit-covered clothes into the ice bucket bag, rinsing the sink when I'm done. Then, I lead Niall into the bedroom and to the pullout couch.

I decide I should probably tell Zayn why Niall is about to sleep in his bed, so he isn't startled in the morning. I shake Zayn gently, attempting to infiltrate the deep slumber he's in.

"What?" he mumbles.

"Niall's gonna sleep with you, okay?" I ask.

"Hmm, 'kay," he replies, turning away.

"Alright, you can crawl in now," I tell Niall.

"Okay, goodnight Harry," he says as he slips into the covers.

"Goodnight, Niall."

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A/N: OMG MY FIRST FANFIC! Sorry if it sucks but I tried my best…. Anyway, I hope you like it. (I actually pretend I am Harry and it helps me to keep the story going haha:))