I vomit three times that night.
Alice suggests calling the boys over, I know they would come, but it's 3 A.M. and I don't want to wake them.
Especially since I'm sick because of them.
I had been laying in bed for 3 hours before I got sick.
The names Louis and Zayn dancing around in my mind as I try my hardest to think about something else.
Jane puts my hair in a ponytail from behind, and gets me a towel. She says, "Luc? What did you eat? Maybe it's food poisoning!"
I sit on the bathroom floor, trying to even my breaths. Alice sits on the sink, and Jane is in the doorway.
"No. I don't think that's it. I think it's because..." I wander off as I consider not telling them. It would just make everything more difficult.
"What is it, Lucy?" Alice looks down on me with furrowed eyebrows and I give in to them.
I sigh and begin to tell them how I'm not sure if it's Louis or Zayn, and how thinking about it all night is most likely what made me sick.
They nod, understandingly.
"What should I do?" I ask, after ending my story.
They think for a bit, then Jane says:
"Lucy. I think you just can't like either of them right now. Just give it some time and we'll see what happens."
But what's going to happen when Zayn is the one kissing my cheek every time I see him?
How will I tell him if I decide on Louis?
I think harder and harder and soon enough I get sick once again.
I wake up on the floor of the bathroom, a blanket over me and sleeping Alice and Jane next to me.
I cough, and Alice's eyes shoot open.
"Morning dear. How are you feeling?" She groggily says.
"I don't know... I think I just need some rest. Do you think you could call the boys and tell them we won't be over today? Also, tell them to not come over." I yawn in between words, it's 8 A.M. 5 hours of sleep is not a long time.
Alice nods and dials Harry's number while sitting upright on the tile.
I drift back to sleep as she tells Harry we won't be over today, that I'm sick and I just need to rest. I hear him agree through the phone and Alice hangs up afterwards.
She smiles at me.
"Everything's okay." She says, and I'm relieved.