The guys are thirteen in this one. Enjoy my loyal readers!

James groaned as he was woken up by the extremely florescent light pouring through his window. He felt like it was way too early for him to be awake. He was exhausted and head was pounding violently against the walls of his skull. He just wanted to go back to sleep and be relieved from his pain.

Unfortunately, sleep never came back to him, no matter how long he waited or how much he twisted and turned under the sheets. Feeling defeated, James let out a sigh and started to get up to start the day.

James head protested at the sudden movement and he collapsed back against his pillows. Why did his head hurt so bad? He couldn't even open his eyes without the sunlight burning into them. He figured it was only a headache. It'd go away soon. He'd just need a little nap. Good thing it was Saturday, meaning no school.

James was trying his best to ignore the pain he was feeling and get some rest, but that was short-lived when he heard the front door swing open and some very familiar voices yelling his name.

"JAMES!" Ugh, Carlos.

"James, c'mon, we're gonna go play hockey!" Ugh, Kendall…

"Wakey, wakey, James! It's almost noon!" Ugh…Logan.

James knew they must have let themselves in with the spare key in the mailbox, since his mother was headed for a day at the spa with her friends and his dad was busy enjoying his new girlfriend.

He groaned as he heard their feet pound up the steps of the spiral staircase. His stomach started to feel a little queasy as his headache only increased. He heard the door to his room swing open and braced himself, expecting his friends to pile on top of him.

Thankfully, Logan had reached the door first and motioned the other two boys to stop where they were. Just looking at James curled up in bed, Logan knew something wasn't right.

"Hey, are you okay?" Logan questioned.

James wished he could say he was fine. He wanted so badly to protest and pretend everything was okay. His head hurt too bad, though, and he was pretty sure he was gonna throw up if he tried to talk. All he could do is groan I response.

"What's wrong?" Carlos asked loudly.

James only groaned again, covering his ears to block out the sonic boom that was Carlos' voice.

"What's going on, James? You have to tell us." Kendall told him. Being the leader and a concerned best friend, he wanted answers out of him so they could help him however they could.

"I think he has a headache, guys. Try to be quieter." Logan whispered.

"Does your head hurt, James?" Logan asked him quietly.

James gave a weak nod, afraid that his head would explode if he moved to much. He wished at the moment that his friends would just leave. They were making too much noise for his liking. It was like someone had turned the volume all the way up and James couldn't stand it.

"Okay, I know sounds bother you. How about light?" Logan asked.

"Mhm." James muttered.

"Carlos, close the blinds." Logan softly instructed. Carlos, eyes wide and nervous, complied quickly.

"Do you feel sick?" Logan asked.

"I-it hurts a lot." James managed to whimper, clutching his head.

"I know it does. But how does your stomach feel?" Logan asked again.

"Sick." James muttered, rubbing his belly with one hand while the other remained on his pounding head.

"Okay, we'll help you feel better, okay, James?" Logan told him softly.

James didn't fully understand what was happening. All he knew was that he was in extreme pain. He knew that his friends were here and they'd help it go away. He hoped, anyway. The pain in his head was so intense that he was worried it would never stop.

James let out a pathetic whine as he pulled the sheets over his face, trying to push out the world. It was just too high definition right now. He felt someone gently tug on his sheets. He tried his best to hang on tight to them, but he was too weak. The covers slowly slipped off of his face, just down to his chin.

"James, come on, I found you some medicine. It'll make your headache leave." Logan's gentle voice rang through his ears.

Unfortunately, Logan's voice didn't sound gentle to James' ears at all, and the 'ring' was more of a fire alarm going off. He groaned as his migraine raged on, shooting pain through the rest of his body. His face hurt, his neck, his back, his shoulders, his stomach…oh, his stomach.

James felt himself getting queasier by the second. He squinted his eyes open, trying to see past the light that flooded his eyes. Even though the only light in the room was coming from a lamp on his desk, it felt just as bad to him as the sun did. He looked up and saw Logan, pills and water glass in hand and Carlos and Kendall standing behind him with worried expressions. He felt his stomach do flip-flops.

"Guys…" He croaked.

"Shh, James, medicine." Logan tried to push the glass and little white pills toward him.

"No…" James protested, pushing them away with one shaky hand and reaching the other to cover his mouth.

"James, just take the medicine." Kendall ordered, slightly annoyed by James' stubbornness.

"No…I-I don't feel good." James mumbled, barely coherent to the others.

That's when the boys took in James' sickly appearance. He was shaking and his forehead had just broke out in a light sweat. His face was extremely pale with a bit of a green tinge to it. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that James was obviously about to throw up.

Without needing to be told, Carlos grabbed the garbage can near the door and quickly passed it to Kendall, who passed it to Logan, who placed it in James' shaking hands.

James looked up at them and whimpered softly. He clutched the garbage can close to his body and shook his head.

"I don't want to. I don't want to. I don't wanna throw up!" James cried. The pain in his tummy and head was enough to cause tears to form in the brunette's eyes and were now falling down his cheeks.

"Shh, it's okay, James. You're sick, just let it happen if it needs to." Logan tried to soothe him.

"You'll be okay." Kendall said as he rubbed James' back.

"Please don't cry, Jamie." Carlos pleaded. He was always the most emotional out of the four boys and seeing his best friend so sick was enough to make him want to cry too.

James was about to tell Carlos that he couldn't help it when he felt his stomach lurch. He buried his head into the garbage can as painful dry heaves racked his entire body. It was enough to make him wish something would just come up already. He hated gagging for nothing. He hated gagging, period. Finally, he felt bile bubbling up his throat. He leaned further into the garbage can as his entire stomach poured out of him into the garbage can.

"It's alright."

"Shh, it'll be over soon."

"You're okay, you're okay."

He ignored his friends sweet nothings as he spit the taste of vomit into the garbage can. All the vomiting made his headache ten times worse, something he didn't even think was possible. He weakly pushed the garbage away, grateful that Logan took it from him, and collapsed against the pillows as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Don't cry, shh, it's over." Kendall cooed.

James looked around and noticed one friend missing. "W-where's Logie?"

"He went to clean your sick out of the garbage." Carlos explained, rubbing James' arm in attempt to calm him.

"I want L-Logan! I need him here! Someone go get him!" James whined. His head hurt, he didn't feel good and all he wanted was all his friends by his side. Was that really too much to ask?

"He's coming right back, calm down, James. Rest." Kendall whispered, gently pushing James back against the pillows when he tired to sit up. James continued to sob.

Logan came rushing in the room, setting the now clean garbage can down and hurrying over to James.

"What happened? What's the matter?" Logan demanded worriedly.

"Y-y-you left me! Don't do that, Logan. Please stay here." James begged.

"Oh, James, I'm sorry! It's alright now. I'm here. We're here. None of us are leaving." Logan gathered up a weeping James in his arms, stroking his hair as he cried.

"C'mon now, it's time for you to take the medicine and get some sleep, okay? Sleeping helps you feel better."

James nodded. He was exhausted and in pain. He was ready for a much needed nap.

Logan handed him two little white pills and James' put them on the back of his tongue. Kendall helped him slip the water, wash the pills down his throat.

"There, now, rest." Logan whispered.

"Don't leave me." James muttered as his eyelids began to succumb to gravity.

"We'd never leave you, James." Carlos whispered as James fell into a deep slumber.

The three boys stayed with their ill friend as he slept for three hours. The rubbed his back and played with his hair, anything to keep him calm and rested. When he did wake up, he was feeling loads better but Logan ordered him to take it easy the rest of the day to make sure his migraine didn't come back. Who was he to argue with a future doctor? So the four boys spent the rest of the day at James' house, watching TV, talking and joking and snacking on pudding cups. His friends never left his side until nightfall when they needed to go home.

That night as James said his prayers, he made sure to thank God for the three best friends he could ever ask for.

There it is. Chapter two. The ending was cheesy, I think. But I like cheese, so whatever. Let me know what you guys think? Please, please, pretty please? I seriously want to know. Loved it? Hated it? Favorite part? Anything! Thanks (: