Word of caution; this chapter and the next one gets a little bit gross. Thanks for all the incredible reviews guys, I love you all!
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We threw all our stuff in our hotel, which was the dodgiest one we'd stayed in. The paint was peeling off the walls and beds were hard and the mattresses and pillows and sheets were stained. The bathrooms were tiny and smelled funny. As we went up the stairs, the McFly boys and everyone else were looking around at it with disapproving stares.
'This isn't what it was like on the internet,' Tom muttered to Harry as his bag got stuck on the stair, flinging him backwards, Harry saving him before he fell backwards down the flight of stairs. After we put our stuff in our dodgy rooms we went and had a tour of our venue.
'Why don't we go out for dinner or something?' Harry suggested when we all met in the hallway.
'Yeah, sounds good,' everyone agreed.
We all came up with Chinese food, so we all went to a restaurant, all ordering basically the same thing- something to do with chicken. The portions were massive!! Tom made sure Zac didn't eat anything and bought him KFC on the way home. We all finished and drove back to the venue.
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Everyone was tired and hung-over so they didn't play very well. I was beginning to feel kind of sick and my stomach hurt. After we'd played Surfer Babe, Dougie asked for quiet.
'Uh, well Tom, dude, I've been thinking over what happened earlier and I'm sorry dude, it was outta line,' Dougie said uncomfortably but sincerely.
'It's alright mate, I'm sorry too,' Tom replied, walking over to Dougie and giving him a one armed hug.
'Awwww,' Danny cooed, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. They then went on to playing the rest of the songs a bit happier.
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'Is it just me, or does anyone else feel a bit ill?' Harry asked when we got back on the bus. We all shook our heads and you could tell they were either lying, or too tired to tell the truth from the looks on their faces. 'Alright then,' he replied.
'That went alright didn't it?' Danny asked, wiping sweat off his face.
'Yeah, not as good as last night though,' I smiled. 'I can't thank you guys enough for that, it was definitely a birthday to remember!'
'No problem, we're glad you had fun, that was what we were aiming for.' Tom replied.
'Luce? Can I talk to you please?' Zac asked quietly.
I reluctantly slid next to him.
'Luce, I'm sorry for not telling you, I just didn't want you to freak out alright? I'm so sorry, please forgive me,' Zac said with pleading eyes.
I nodded and a small smile came onto his lips. He put one hand on my back and pulled me gently towards him, kissing me more intensely than he ever had before. The other guys and Sophie and Vanessa smiled at each other and went silently down the other end of the bus, leaving Zac and me kissing on the couches, hardly breaking apart. The bus came to a stop a little while later. Zac broke apart from me grinning and I couldn't help it- I was grinning too.
'Hey lovebirds, let's go, I'm pretty sure we don't wanna leave you in there all night by yourselves, Lucie might end up with a few of what Tom's got!' Harry called and we heard a low thud as Tom punched him in the arm.
Zac and I giggled and followed them all out. As we all got into the elevator, Nate let out a loud sigh.
'What's wrong Nate?' Tom asked with a giggle.
'I don't feel good,' he moaned, clutching his stomach.
'Erm, are you alright?' Sophie asked and he half nodded. As soon as we got to our floor, Nate snatched the key from Zac's pocket and ran to their room, Tom watching him with a worried look. We all separated at our rooms.
'Night ladies,' Dougie said as they kept walking to their room.
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'Who wants first shower?' Vanessa asked as we walked into our room.
'Lucie can, she hasn't had the first one for ages,' Sophie said firmly. I nodded and took my stuff in there ready to have a shower.
I had a look around the bathroom. It was tiny and painted an icky cream colour with peeling paint and stains on the walls. I decided to ignore it and have my shower. The water was warm to begin with but after just a minute, it was freezing cold; and my hair was still full of conditioner. I sighed and finished rinsing it out in the freezing water and turned the heater on full blast, trying to warm myself back up again. There was a knock on the door.
'What's wrong? That was too quick to be normal,' Vanessa's voice said.
'Water's gone cold,' I replied, through the door.
'Ugh that sucks, oh well, we'll just have one tomorrow,' she replied. I heard another knock on the other door and then Tom's voice.
'-yeah, well ours has gone cold too, I'm just on my way to talk to management about it.'
I quickly dressed and went out.
'That was the worst shower I've had in a long time,' I said, sitting on my bed.
'Alright, want to come with me to see management bout it Luce?' Tom asked. He had made himself at home, sprawled out on Sophie's bed, hands behind his head. I nodded.
'Come on, all of you come,' he said, getting up off the bed, clutching his stomach for a brief second before heading out the door.
'Is Nate okay?' Sophie asked as we were in the elevator.
'I dunno, I'll check on him soon, but I can hear someone puking... not a good sign,' Tom sighed.
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We made it to the ground floor and while Tom talked to the receptionist, Soph and Vanessa and I walked around the lobby, looking at the paintings on the walls that weren't all that interesting. Tom called us back over and we headed back to the elevator.
'They said they'll fix it TOMORROW MORNING!' he said furiously, pushing the button of the elevator so hard he almost went all the way through it.
'Slack, that's what they are!' Sophie exclaimed and Tom laughed.
We made it to our room, glad to get away from Tom's rants that had continued for the whole seven floors.
'Night girls, remember we're just down the hall if you need us, I'm off to check on Nate and hope that we all don't get sick,' Tom said, his face pale.
'Night Tom,' we all replied. We shut the door.
'Well, looks like there's nothing else to do but sleep,' Sophie sighed, searching for her pyjamas in her bag.
'Yeah...oh well, the shower will be fixed tomorrow,' Vanessa said. We all got ready for bed.
'What if we play the Wii? It's in my bag,' I suggested.
'Okay!' they both exclaimed, helping them to get it out and plug it in. We got out Mario Kart, not feeling like jumping around. I clipped the two controllers into the steering wheels.
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We played for ages, giggling and laughing and having fun. Sophie really wasn't that good at it, crashing every time she went around a corner.
We went to bed after an hour, feeling sleepy. I didn't dream for once; I was getting over it a bit and I was happy about what had just happened. I felt a bit weird; there was a funny sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and it was really beginning to hurt. I put it down to tiredness and fell asleep.
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I woke up the next morning feeling terrible. Sophie and Vanessa were already awake, sitting and talking.
'Morning,' Sophie said sleepily.
'Morning,' I replied, getting up to get changed.
'My stomach hurts so much,' Sophie moaned while she sat on her bed brushing her hair.
'Yeah so does mine,' Vanessa and I replied at the same time. We all looked at each other in worry.
'Uh oh,' Sophie muttered.
'This can't be good. First Nate, now us,' Vanessa moaned.
'It'll be okay, we probably feel bad cos we're thinking about it, try not to and we'll all be okay,' I said and they nodded.
'Oh, the shower!' Sophie exclaimed, racing into the bathroom and turning it on.
'Nope, still cold,' she sighed, turning it off, kicking the wall and heading back out.
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We all went into McFly's room together and ate breakfast with the rest of them.
'Where's Dan?' Zac asked.
'He's not all that well,' Tom replied and as if to emphasize what he'd just said, we heard Danny throw up.
'Dan? You alright mate?' Tom called as he threw up again.
'Yeah ughhhhhhhhhhhhh,' he moaned, leaning back over the toilet. I pushed my bowl of cereal away with a grimace.
'What're we doing today?' Sophie asked Tom who was absently stirring his cereal round in his milk then using his spoon to mash his Cheerios up.
'Probably just hanging at the venue, we haven't got anything else planned,' he replied, making a nauseous face and pushing his bowl of cereal away. I looked around at everyone else and their half eaten food. Harry looked at his toast, made a face and threw it on his plate.
Danny stumbled out of the bathroom a little while later, his face white and sweaty, his curls hanging limply over his forehead as wet as it was when he came off stage.
'It came out my nose!!' he moaned, getting a tissue and trying to blow his nose.
'Did we really need to know that?' Harry asked in revulsion and Danny nodded.
'Please don't give it to us,' Dougie pleaded, sliding away as Danny sat down next to him, covering his face with his hands.
'I'll try my best,' Danny replied hastily before slapping a hand over his mouth and sprinting to the bathroom once again, ending up just sitting on the floor, basically hugging the toilet.
'Tooooommmmmmmm, my belly hurts,' he moaned, bracing himself for another bout of vomiting. Nate hadn't shown up yet.
'I know Dan, we tried to give you something but you couldn't keep it down, there's not much we can really do,' Tom said comfortingly and Danny moaned again and threw up, clutching his stomach.
'Please Tom, I'll do anything, just make it stop hurting,' Danny groaned as he leaned over the toilet again.
'Dan, sorry mate but I can't,' Tom said apologetically and Danny groaned, lying back on the cold bathroom tiles with his hands over his face.
'Looks like it's just you and me out the front tonight Doug,' Tom said, tipping his bowl of Cheerios in the bin and his coffee down the sink.
'Dunno Tom, I'm not feeling so well either,' Dougie replied, tipping his orange juice down the sink and getting Dingle off his bedside table and putting him in his pocket. Dougie's voice even sounded sick.
Tom filled a glass of water for Danny and sat it on the table next to him, sitting with him while he drank it.
'Tom! Take it!' Danny shouted, thrusting the glass at Tom, which slipped through his fingers and smashed on the floor. Danny leaned back over the toilet again while Tom set about cleaning up the broken glass and water -which was now spilled all over him and the floor- without a fuss.
'I'm sorry Tom,' Danny moaned, lying back on the tiles, his hair so damp it was hanging over his eyes.
'It's alright Dan, I'm gonna go and check on Nate so maybe get in the shower? It might make you feel better,' Tom said as he stood up from the floor, carefully pulling Danny up with him, supporting him while he pulled off his t-shirt, socks, then leaving him to do the rest.
'Yell if you need anything, Doug and Harry are in here,' Tom said and went to Zac and Nate's room.
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The shower started. And sure enough a sickly sounding 'Harry!?' sounded from the bathroom.
'Do I really have to? I hate spew,' Harry sighed, standing up and walking into the bathroom, covering his eyes, shutting the door behind him.
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Harry came out with Danny a little bit later, dressed and showered, holding onto his arm like he was a child or an old person. It was sweet to watch.
'Dan, just sit there and I'll find you something so you don't have to hog the loo,' Harry said, gently sitting Danny down in on his bed. He headed out the door and came back with a bucket, which he handed to Danny who was lying on his bed with his hands over his face, moaning. Tom came back a little while later, holding Nate's arm. Nate was clutching a bucket too. We all left to go to our venue after everyone was ready. Danny was still throwing up and so was Nate.
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On the way there, Dougie got Dingle out and put him on the table next to Nate's glass of yellow Powerade. Every time we went around a corner, Dingle slid from side to side on the table.
'Hehe, do you like that Dingle?' Dougie giggled, pushing him gently back the other way. Suddenly Dingle slid extra fast and straight into Nate's glass of Powerade. It tipped all over Dougie, Harry and Vanessa's laps.
'Halliwell-Dinglekink-McSupermcnugget *deep breath*-pumpkinpie-halloweenface-princeedwardian- *deep breath* badingle-ponyshizzledude!!!!!!!' Dougie shrieked as he picked him up out of the puddle of Powerade on the floor. He turned him over and started smacking his bum with two fingers.
'Naughty, naughty Halliwell-Dinglekink-McSupermcnugget-pumpkinpie-halloweenface-princeedwardian-badingle-ponyshizzledude!!!' he said in mock anger as he hit him. Tom reached over and tried to take him from Dougie's grasp.
'Dougie, let him go,' he said sharply. 'Dougie, Dougie, DOUGIE!!!!!!' Tom shouted as he pulled him out of his fingers.
'Naughty, naughty, naughty,' Dougie kept muttering under his breath. Tom sat him next to him, away from Dougie. Everyone looked strangely unhappy and sickly. It wasn't a good sign.
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We all hung around backstage and played my Wii. Danny and Nate watched and had to keep running for the bathroom. They really weren't well at all and it wasn't nice to listen to or be around them. I versed Tom in tennis and won; he ended up hitting Dougie in the face with the controller and Harry got a little too close to the TV and almost smashed it. After we'd gotten bored with that we decided it would be fun to lock Dougie in one of the big boxes to pay him back for yesterday and attacking Tom.
We shoved him in, (ignoring his pleas for mercy) and locked it, spinning him round in round while he yelled 'Guys! Stop seriously, I'm gonna throw up!'
'No you're not Doug, stop complaining and take it like a man,' Tom laughed, spinning him faster.
'Yeah, that's right Dougs, the man that you wish you were!' Harry taunted, giggling as he helped Tom to spin it extra fast. There was a horrible retching and splattering sound from inside the box then Dougie moaned. Tom and Harry exchanged glances then quickly stopped it and unlocked the door. Dougie got straight up and sprinted for the bathroom, pushing past everyone. All inside the box was gross with Dougie Spew.
'Ew, I ain't cleaning that up!' Harry exclaimed in disgust, walking into their dressing room with us following behind him.
'Dougs? You alright?' Tom called. Dougie didn't answer.
'Dougie, seriously hurry up!' Nate groaned desperately, clamping his hand tightly over his mouth, taking deep breaths through his nose.
'Dougie!!' he gulped more urgently. 'Dougie!!!!' he moaned again before giving up and bursting through the door and we heard the horrible sound again.
'What's going on?' asked Fletch as he walked into the dressing room, looking around with a worried look.
'We have no idea,' Tom said, trying to keep a straight face, before clamping his hands over his mouth and racing to the sink, vomiting.
'What's the time? We're gonna have to cancel the show!' Fletch fretted, checking his watch.
'No we don't!' Tom cried, staggering back to us, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. He lasted around ten seconds before he had to race back and throw up.
'Ohhhhh no,' Vanessa exclaimed, before racing off as well.
'Yup, we're gonna have to cancel guys, you can't perform having to run off stage every few minutes to throw up,' Fletch said in a frustrated and disappointed voice.
'No, we can't cancel, we've only ever cancelled one and that was cos we were really sick, hey we can manage without Doug, Tom, Danny and Vanessa. Can't we?' Harry said hopefully.
'Don't you reckon it'll be a little hard with just a drummer and two vocalists Harry?' Fletch asked.
'Yeah, I guess,' Harry sighed and put his head in his hands.
A horrible sensation started from the bottom of my stomach and slowly worked its way up into my throat. I sprinted as fast as I could to the sink and was just as sick as the other five. Tom was being sweet and holding my hair, even when he was throwing up. Fletch had found nine buckets for us all, even though some of them hadn't gotten sick yet.
'Its gonna happen,' he had told us.
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