I'm not a giant fan of James angst, but I had this story saved from a long time ago, and I figured I would give it a shot. So far, I only have the first chapter done. Since right now I am only working on Falling Angel, I figured continuing this wouldn't hurt. It's a sicky-fic. Kind of like Delusional, but a little different. I hope you guys like it. And no, this time I won't take it down. :)

"Dogs, you are dismissed!" Gustavo yelled through his microphone. James cringed at the sudden sound that filled his ears. He was used to Gustavo's loud yelling, but this particular day he wasn't up to anything. Any little sound would make his head hurt. The music blaring through his headphones did not help the pain subside. The pretty boy removed his headphones and followed his three best friends out of the recording studio.

Seeing that their limo was yet to arrive at Rocque Records, the four best friends sat down on a bench that was in front of the studio. Carlos sat on the side opposite to James on the other side of the wooden bench. Logan sat next to him and Kendall beside both Logan and James. Within seconds Carlos and Logan were smacking each other while Kendall tried his best to stop the childish fight. James just sat there, wishing he could go home already and take a nap.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that the shiny, black limo screeched to a halt in front of the boys. The four boys stood up and entered the limo, all of them excited to go home.

James laid his warm forehead against the limo's window. Man, did his head hurt. He just hoped that it would go away soon. He did not need this. They were just three days away from recording Elevate, the song he had written a few weeks back. He was so excited for it, and the sudden feeling of soreness on the back of his throat did not help lift his spirits up.

"James, we're at the Palm Woods." James' eyes fluttered open when he heard Kendall's soft voice. He could feel the blonde's eyes digging into him; it was one of the things he hated about Kendall. The younger boy seemed to worry about everything. It was just a matter of time before he noticed that something was wrong with his older friend.

James smiled. He climbed out of the limo and followed Kendall towards the entrance of the hotel. He was completely out of it. Before he knew it they were inside Apartment 2J. He was heading to his bedroom, when a hand landed on his shoulder before he could even reach the door.

"James, aren't you going to have dinner?" Kendall asked in a quiet whisper. James just turned around and nodded even though he wasn't in the mood for eating, all he wanted was to go to bed as soon as possible. He wanted to cuddle under his warm blankets and fall asleep. But he knew he had to eat. If he didn't eat Kendall would get suspicious, which would lead to Logan getting suspicious. The last thing he needed was for Logan to be in his case 24/7.

"I'm just going to go lay down on the couch," he responded with a smile. Kendall just watched as James walked over to the orange couch in the living room. A feeling in the pit of his stomach told him that something was bothering his best friend. He didn't know what exactly, but something was definitely wrong with James.

James curled up on the couch. He reached for a blanket that was resting beside him and tucked himself in. He was so cold, and he was sure that he was running a fever. Despite the heat that was radiating from his body, he shivered like a frightened Chihuahua. He bit his lip, trying to stop the sudden pulses that were making his head hurt so much.

Carlos suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking the view from the flashing television. James looked up at the older boy with a small smile forced upon his face. "Hey, 'Litos. What's up?" he asked. His voice sounded hoarse, lacking its usual happy tone.

"Wanna play dome hockey with me? Logan is busy reading a medical book," Carlos said as he motioned towards Logan, who was sitting on a bar stool with his eyes locked on a book.

"I'm sorry, Carlos, but I'm not in the mood. Why don't you ask Kendall?"

"Kendall's fixing us some dinner. Remember what happened the last time he played dome hockey with me while making dinner?" Carlos asked with a chuckle. James winced at the memory. The last time Kendall had done that, the apartment had almost caught on fire. He didn't need that happening again.

"Then why don't you-"

"Dinner's ready!" Kendall shouted from somewhere in the kitchen. James sighed. He had no appetite. His head hurt, his throat hurt. All he needed was to throw up or something.

Ignoring the weird feeling in his stomach, he sat up and made his way to the kitchen, where four plates piled high with fish sticks and tater tots sat on the table. He reluctantly sat on a chair. He looked down at his plate with disgust and a nauseous look on his face. He almost gagged at the aroma coming from the food.

Slowly and carefully he lifted a fish stick to his mouth and took a bite. As soon as the food entered his mouth he felt his stomach do a flip-flop. He gripped his stomach, hoping the pain would stop. It took him some effort, but the food eventually went down his throat. When he looked up, he was surprised to find three pairs of eyes staring at him with concern.

"James, are you okay?" Logan asked the taller boy. His eyes were filled with worry for his best friend. He had seen the disturbed look on James' face. Plus, he couldn't help but notice that James' cheeks were flushed and he looked paler than usual.

"I… I'm fine, I'm just not… very hungry right now," James said.

"But you haven't eaten anything since this morning before we left to the studio," Carlos pointed out. Kendall and Logan nodded in approval. James just looked down at his plate and pushed it to the side.

"I think I'm gonna go to bed. I can eat it later," he said in a quiet voice. He could feel the tension in the room; it made him feel even more awkward.

"Okay, if you're sure you're okay then I guess you can eat it later…" Kendall said with a sigh. He grabbed James' plate and placed it inside the fridge. "But if you feel sick or something just let us know, okay?"

"Yeah, I will," James said. He took one last look at his best friends and headed to his bedroom he shared with Carlos. It was nice to know he could finally go to sleep, but he hated that his friends would haunt him down until they got the truth out of him. He climbed into bed, not even bothering to change or take off his shoes. He buried his face into his pillow and hugged his blanket around his shivering body. He hated being sick and not having his best friends by his side. He felt like he needed the comfort, but as much as he needed it, he didn't want them to know. He had to keep his feelings a secret. It was for their own good.

Within seconds he fell fast asleep, lullabied by the sound of the rain pouring outside. The sound of the rain always made him sleepy. He just hoped that when he woke up he would be feeling better.

James, you are so wrong. Lol.

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~ BigTimeRush-BTR :)