Niall Horan Sickfics

Sick, but the management...

This story takes place around 2014 and I will add a photo of Niall in that year

Your POV

I was scrolling through Instagram in our living room waiting for Niall to wake up. He's been feeling king of off for the last two days and I took some days of to take care of him.

After about an hour I heard footsteps from our bedroom and saw Niall walking slowly to me, a hand on his stomach. He was wearing only a hoodie and shorts.

"-Hey love, how are you feeling?" I asked walking to him. He shut his eyes and put his head on my shoulder, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I felt bad for the poor boy, I knew how much he hated to be sick.

"-I don't feel well." he said burying his head in my neck and whimpering.

"-I know, my love, let's lay on the couch, ok?" I asked and I felt him nod only once. We went to the couch and he put his head on my lap and I started playing with his hair.

It only took 5 minutes for his poorly body to start shaking badly. I looked at him and I saw him breathing heavily.

"-Niall, are u ok, darling?" I asked and he answered with a gag, his small dinner making a reappearance on my jeans and the carpet. I helped him sit up slowly and ran to the kitchen to take a bowl.

When I came back he had his eyes closed and a hand was rubbing his stomach. I approached slowly and touched his arm.

"-Niall, are you ok?" I asked putting the bowl on the table.

"-I am so-sorry for the ca-carpet and your jeans. I-I didn't me-mean to." he said and I could see tears forming in his eyes.

"-Hey, hey. It's alright, don't worry. Let's go to the bedroom, ok?" I asked and he nodded slowly. I changed my jeans, got him into bed and went downstairs to clean everything and call Liam to tell them that Niall won't be able to go at that meeting today.

Start of the phone call

"-Hey (Y/N), what's up?" he asked.

"-Hey Li, I just wanted to tell you that Niall won't be able to come today. He threw up and now he's sleeping."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. But the management said that they can't let him skip another day. Today they have something really important to tell us and he has to be at the meeting."

"-WHAT? But.. Fine, but may I come with him?"

"-They said that it's fine. Sorry again."

"-Not your fault, see you soon."

End of phone call

I continued cleaning the carpet, still thinking about Niall. After it looked alright I went to the bedroom only to see Niall fast asleep covered in three blankets. I already knew he had a fever. I hated to do this to him. He was clearly in pain and fragile. I started touching his face and whispering his name. After a few minutes he woke up and got the bin from the floor just to be sick once again. I rubbed his back and whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

When he was finished he laid back down and closed his eyes without a word. I got the bin and went to clean it into our bathroom.

"-Niall, baby?" I asked sitting on the bed. He didn't answer, he just opened his eyes slowly. They were glassy and bloodshot and I could tell by his face that he knew what I was about to tell him.