You and Niall have been dating for almost two years, but he's been on tour with the boys for a few months.
You were currently watching TV on your sofa in London, while waiting for Niall to face time you. He didn't call you in the morning because he overslept and you were a little worried, this never happens to him.
After a few more minutes you heard your phone ringing, so you answered it and Niall's tired face popped on the screen.
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"-H-Hey Princess.." Niall said, eyes dropping. He looked exhausted and you knew something was up with him. "-Hey, are you ok, you don't look so good?" you asked concerned. "-Yeah, just tired, had a lot of work to do." he said.
You and Niall talked for more minutes, until you saw that he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore and decided to let him go to sleep.
Niall'sPOV
I woke up around 4:31am because of my stomach and my head. I thought about calling you, but I didn't want to worry you, so I just got up from bed slowly and went to the bathroom. I felt so weak and all I wanted was to be in bed with my girlfriend. I went in there and looked at my face in the mirror. I was pale and my eyes were red. I wanted to tell someone that I don't feel good, but everyone was sleeping and I didn't want to wake the boys, cause they would be mad. I got back in bed and closed my eyes.
''-NIALL, NIALL, WAKE UP!!'' someone screamed in my face and I knew it was Louis. I couldn't even open my eyes, because my headache turned into a migraine. Louis put his hand on my back, but took it off fast.
''-Hey, Niall, are you alright? You are burning up, mate.'' he said touching my arm. I just shook my head, too tired to say a word. He called for Liam.
''-What's wrong, why is Niall still in bed?'' he asked from behind the door.
''-Liam, he's sick, come here.'' Louis said standing up from my bed. Liam touched my forehead and felt the heat.
''-Louis, bring me the thermometer, please." Liam said, looking at me sadly. They took my temperature and it was 39.1. Harry walked in.
"-He can't do the concert like that." Harry said. I stood up in bed and groaned. All the boys looked at me.
"-Do you want us to call (Y/N)?" Liam asked touching my shoulder. "-N-No, I don't want her to be worried." all the boys nodded. Louis decided to go and talk to our management to see if they could cancel the show tonight and they agreed.
"-Go to sleep, Nialler. We'll be downstairs if you need something." the boys said and left the room. I put my head back on the pillow and I fell asleep immediately.
