This story is pure fiction and involves the members of Westlife. I am in no way implying anything about the sexuality of any of their members. This is purely a fictional story. Enjoy!
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Westlife Romance - Part 26
It took nearly all of Nicky's remaining strength to get himself off the floor and walk to the sink. There he remained for a few minutes to regain his breathe before proceeding to clean himself up. It was at this moment that Shane walked into the washroom.
"You okay, Nix? What's taking so long?" Shane asked with relief as he saw Nicky.
"Sorry, kinda lost track of time," Nicky smiled as he answered while he pretended to be fixing his hair.
"You're into this hair thing too?" Shane asked with a laugh. "I thought only Bryan was into that!!"
"Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want," Nicky answered casually. "Well, let's get going now before the others are ready to lynch me."
The two lads walked back towards the studio, with Nicky doing a perfect job of concealing the real reason he was in the washroom for so long. At the same time, Shane had a very unsettled feeling in his heart. He couldn't pinpoint the reason, but somehow he felt that something just wasn't right.
The rest of the afternoon passed without incident. After practice, everyone decided to go out for dinner. Even though he agreed to go with the lads, Nicky really wasn't in much mood for dinner. In fact, the mere thought of more food was enough to make Nicky nauseous.
The restaurant was nice and quiet, and the lads were able to have a secluded corner to themselves. After chatting for a while, the food finally arrived.
Everyone began to dig into their food hungrily - everyone except for Nicky. However, he did manage to force a few mouthfuls of salad down his throat, just to make it look like he was eating.
"Is that all you're having, Nix?" Shane asked with a mixture of surprise and concern.
"Yeah," Nicky answered with a grin, "I'm still full from the pasta this afternoon."
"Just how do you do that?" Bryan asked incredulously.
"Do what?"
"How can you possibly function on so little food??"
Nicky shrugged and shoved another bite of salad into his mouth. He could feel the nausea intensifying but he continued to carry on a conversation with the lads. It wasn't until the other lads were ordering dessert that Nicky made a trip to the washroom. There, he went into the stall and vomited his entire dinner, just as he did after lunch. Fortunately, the pain was not as severe this time and he made it back to the table before the dessert arrived. As he sat down, Nicky could feel Shane's eyes bearing down on him, though he pretended not to notice.
That night, sleep cruelly escaped Nicky. His mind was tormented by images of Kian and Derek while physically, he was punished by a constant nausea. He tossed and turned for the entire night, though he was careful to keep quiet so as not to wake Bryan up.
The next day at breakfast, the lads were happily discussing their plans for the day.
"So where are we off to today?" Bryan asked cheerfully.
"How about catching a movie or something?" Mark offered.
"Sounds like a plan. Then maybe we can do some shopping afterwards," Shane continued.
"Yeah, I could use some new clothes," Kian added.
"So it's decided then," Bryan concluded happily. "Movie first, then shopping!!"
"Let's get going then," Mark announced.
As Shane got up from his seat, he realized that Nicky had not said a word during the discussion. "Nix?" When Nicky did not respond, he called out again. "Nicky??"
"Yeah?"
"You okay with movie and shopping?"
"Sure, let's get going," Nicky answered.
After much discussion, the boys decided on watching a horror movie. As the movie progressed, Bryan unconsciously began holding on to Nicky's hands, especially during the scary parts. Nicky noticed but did not say a word, not wanting to ruin the movie for Bryan. During the middle part of the movie, Shane caught sight of Nicky leaving his seat rather quickly. After seeing Nicky disappear around the corner, he too got up and followed his bandmate at a distance. Seeing Nicky going into the washroom, Shane waited for a couple of minutes before going in himself. The washroom was deserted - except for the very last stall. Walking slowly and quietly, Shane moved closer to the stall. He could hear someone breathing heavily. Taking a deep breath, Shane pushed open the door of the stall. Nicky was in such pain and agony that he didn't even bother to see who the intruder was. Shane gasped at what he saw and for a moment, he didn't know what to do. Only after a moment did he kneel down beside Nicky to help his friend steady himself.
"What's going on, Nicky?" Shane demanded in an obviously upset tone of voice.
"Nothing...must have caught a chill or something," Nicky whispered hoarsely.
"The fuck you caught a chill," Shane exclaimed, causing Nicky to look at him in surprise. "Why didn't you tell me???"
"Tell you what?" Nicky asked with a louder voice as his strength returned.
"I'm not blind, Nix. You're not eating, you end up in the washroom after every meal, you're shaking and sweating and vomiting. And you tell me it's nothing???" Shane was upset and worried sick for his bandmate.
"It's not a big deal, Shane. I'm fine!" Nicky barely finished those words before another wave of sharp pain attacked him, causing him to suddenly fall forward.
...to be continued....
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