Nefarious [h.s]

Chapter 26.

A/N

Hey. You're hot.

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I wring out the wet rag in the sink and head up the stairs.

Niall still doesn't feel better. Even after he got sick in the car yesterday. We brought him back to the penthouse and He crawled right into bed. He has been there since.

I walk passed Zayn's room and the bathroom before reaching Niall's bedroom door. I knock and listen for him.

"It's open." I hear him say the best he can with his voice scratchy. I open up the door a look into the dark room, only a lamp on. All the curtains closed to keep the light out. I walk over and sit at the edge of his bed. He stays curled up in his blanket.

"How are you feeling?" I ask. 

"Dead." He blankly states. I reach up and place the rag on his forehead. "That feels nice."

"Are you sure this isn't like a bug or something? This doesn't seem like a you just ate too many sweets type thing." I explain pressing the rag to his head.

"I'll be just fine. Whatever it is, I'll get over it." He whispers. "Are you doing anything today or are you just going to keep checking in on me every 30 minutes?" he smirks.

"Actually I do have something I have to do today. And Also, You guys make sure to keep me protected and alive so the least I can do is check on you and make sure you aren't dying."

Niall's brows furrow. "Yeah." He whispers. He must really not be feeling well. 

"I should let you rest." I stand up from his bed. "I'll text Liam to make you some warm tea before I go." I smile and walk to his door.

"Ella?" Niall speaks up. I turn back around and see him still laying with his eyes closed. "Thanks." 

I smile and walk out his door shutting it.  I walk down the steps and grab my phone from the coffee table and text Liam to make Niall some warm tea since I am leaving.

"How's he feeling?" I look up and see Harry leaning up against the island counter. 

"Weird that the person that claims he doesn't care about anyone is asking." I walk over to him. He claims he doesn't care for anyone because caring is stupid. And to certain limits he is probably right. I think that he doesn't know that he cares about the other guys yet. 

"I don't care." He states. I roll my eyes. He is the most confusing person I have ever met.

"You just asked how Niall was feeling." I laugh. 

"Cause I was curious." He crosses his arms. I better just keep quiet. Don't want to poke the bear again. Did that once and it ended up with me pinned to the couch.

"Okay." I scoff. I reach down and grab my purse from the floor before slipping my shoes on. I am really hoping that one day Harry will see that he actually cares for them but then again, what if he actually doesn't care.

"Where are you going?" He raises an eyebrow. 

"Somewhere." I stand up after putting on my shoes and walk over to the door. I don't feel like having Harry come with me. He's too bipolar.