One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

You pass out. (Niall)

You were at camp with boyfriend, Niall. You loved going to camp. It was a week long camp at which you played games and had fun. However, there was one aspect of it that you didn't enjoy. No, wrong word. There was one aspect that you absolutely dreaded: the hill.  The—what seemed like unending—hill was definitely not fun.

To you, the hill was like an unwanted pimple; it was always there and would never go away. No matter how you looked at it, the pimple—or hill—just seemed to get bigger and bigger.

Unfortunately for you, you were required to climb up and down that hill every day to get to and from where the games were. You did it though. No matter how tired and exasperated the hill made you, the games were always worth it.

Today was Wednesday. That meant that you had two more days of camp left. You were extra exhausted today and it took you more time than normal to get ready.

  Ugh! I don't feel like it today. Why can't they just give everyone golf carts or make a zip line or something? I don't want to move!

Now, it was time for the hill. Just lovely. It can make me even more fatigued than I already am! Yay!  Your brain sarcastically cheered.

You trudged down the hill hand in hand with Niall.

By the time you were supposed to do games, you were getting really dizzy, and it was getting evident.

"You alright, love?" Ni asked, concerned as he squeezed your hand.

"Yeah," you lied and offered a fake smile.

"Okay," he said while squeezing your hand tighter in disbelief, not really wishing to make a big scene.

  Bleck! No, I am not okay; I feel like bleck! 

You barely made it through the games, and now it was time to adventure back up the gigantic volcano that was suggestively just an enormously steep hill.

You were trying to put on a brave face, but it was still visible to him that something was wrong. He went as slow as you needed. Nevertheless, you couldn't handle it any longer.

You were nearing the halfway point when stopped walking—just stopped. Niall turned to you as you ineffectively attempted to grasp his arm. Your vision turned into a blurry haze as your knees gave out. Then, the world went black.

***a while later***

You heard voices. You concentrated, trying to make out the words.

"When do you think he'll wake up?" you heard Niall's voice.

"Soon." an unfamiliar voice answered back.

You fluttered your eyes, bothered by the bright light.

 Where am I?

"I think she's waking up." you heard him say in a—almost—whisper to the other voice.

You felt a hand start to gently rub your cheek. You assumed it belonged to Niall.

"Wake up, baby. Open your eyes, sweetheart." he softly coaxed.

Slowly, you began to flutter your eyes open. Once your eyes were fully opened, you perceived the fact that you were in the nurse's office; you were lying in a bed with a thin blanket draped over you. 

You turned to see Niall was sitting beside you and only then did you recognize that he was holding an ice-cold water bottle to your forehead.

"I'm sorry." you whispered, the reality of what had happened just hitting you.

"No need to apologize. Here, drink this." he assured you as he took the water bottle off your warm forehead and knelt down beside you, gently sliding the open part between your dry lips.

You obeyed, grateful to have such a caring person in your life.

 How did I get so luck to have him here for me?

"Tell me next time, okay?" he said while sliding underneath you.

"Okay." you replied, falling back to sleep because of how drained of energy you were.

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