I'm not sure what to write as a disclaimer. I know a lot of people think it is weird to write stories about real people, but this was just something I felt like writing. Jack and Finn are very talented video makers. Go check them out on Youtube if you haven't already. Enjoy!
Jacks eyes shot open. He barely had time to take in his surroundings before his stomach lurched. He was in a hotel room in India. One of his mates, Ben, was sound asleep in the bed parallel to his. "Oh God." He moaned and got to his feet quickly, running towards the bathroom. He got there just in time before retching into the toilet. He broke out into a cold sweat and leaned back against the wall, his stomach rolling around inside of him. The small water closet was cramped and dirty, making Jack all the more uncomfortable. In the back of his mind he reminded himself he should be thankful there was an actual toilet and not just a hole in the ground at this hotel. Ben, startled awake by the commotion, stood outside of the door and knocked politely. "Uh, you alright?" He asked shyly. "Can you get Finn, please?" He croaked. He laid down on the floor tiles and tried to concentrate on Ben's soft steps leaving the room to cross the hall instead of dwelling on the fact he was about to be sick again.
Ben cringed as the door to Finn and Louis' room creaked loudly. He swiftly went to Finn's side and reached out to him, shaking him gently. "Finn. Finn wake up." "Ughhhhhh." He groaned loudly. "It's Jack. He's asking for you." Finn sighed. "What's wrong?" He asked as he sat up, slightly more alert now. "I don't know, man. He looks pretty sick to me." Finn nodded and went to attend to his brother.
What a sight Jack was. "You of all people would get sick in the most crucial days of the run." Finn said light-heatedly while entering the bathroom. "Shut up." Jack moaned. "I think I have food poisoning." "Shoulda gone vegetarian with me." "This isn't funny, dick. We have to finish on time." Jack breathed. "Uhhhh God." He sat up to be sick again. Finn sighed and sat behind Jack, rubbing soothing circles on his back. "I know mate. We will." He promised. Jack laughed humorlessly. "Just like old times, huh?" He said hoarsely. Finn chuckled. "You're the lightweight." "Good thing too. I've had lots of practice for moments like this." Jack smiled painfully at his brother. "God, stop that. You look like a zombie." Jack let out a small laugh. "Bitch." "And don't you forget it. "
