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We'll be here for You. ((Zianourry! Niall centric))

Niall's P.O.V.

I woke up to the lovely sound of Zayn screaming....Jesus Christ, someone better be dying right now.

"LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON, YOU BETTER BE READY TO FUCKING DIE TODAY!!"

What has the boy done now? Whatever it is, definitely is the equivalent to someone dying...or being violently murdered.

"Zayn, babe, calm down. You're going to wake Nialler with how loud you're being." Liam cooed. I always did like that boy a hell of a lot more in the morning. Always so sensible when it comes to my slumber.

"But Liam, do you see what the bastard did to my hair?! IT'S FUCKING BLUE!!" Oh he's off and done it again.

"Zayn quiet, NIALL IS TRYING TO SLEEP!!" And now Harold decides to take part in this...great.

As I started to sit up, a searing pain shot through my chest and I started to then sputter out a long string off coughs. My throat turned dry and scratchy while my head started to throb uncontrollably at every single sound, and the boys weren't really helping with their all out brawl down in the kitchen.

"THAT ASS OF YOURS BETTER RUN FAST BEFORE I KICK IT ALL THE WAY TO AMERICA AND BACK!"

Soon plates were being thrown and the recognizable sound of Louis' maniac like laugh echoing through the house....Man, I feel like shit, hope I don't have what I think- My thoughts were then rudely interrupted by my stomach lurching up. I threw off the covers and ran into my bathroom, throwing up the contents of my stomach from the night before. Well this is just peachy. My head started burning up as my throat felt like it was on fire, the biol taste not helping much with how I was feeling over all.

"NIALL! Come on we've got a lot of work to get done today!!!" Liam yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

Should I tell them I'm not up for it today?

My stomach was telling me very clearly to say yes.

I got up from where I was sitting and went over to the sink, splashing water on my face. I look and feel like hell. I took a step back and decided that I was just going to go back to bed; plopping down on the bed softly I started to bundle myself up in the warm duvet when Liam and Louis walked in looking fairly frustrated.

"Niall! Don't you dare go back to sleep!!" My head started pounding from the yelling, this was not going according to plan.

"Li, I don't feel well." I was sure that with one look Liam was going to believe me, but instead he rolled his eyes. Well that was rather rude.

"Niall, do we look like we were born yesterday?" Louis stood at Liam's side with a cold, stern frown on his face....the look he only gives me when he thinks I'm lying.

"N-no." I looked down at the duvet that was tightly bundled in my hands.

"Well ok then. Come on we need to get going." As they left, I felt my stomach lurch again...This was going to be a terrible, terrible mistake.

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I was seated in an awkward position in the car as Zayn, Harry, Louis, Liam and I were being driven to a photo shoot for some magazine cover and apparently is was a huge deal for the record label or something.

As soon as we got there I scrambled out of the crammed space and rushed into the studio, sitting in the first spot that caught my eye.

"Nice hustle Nialler!"

Louis patted me on the shoulder as he passed, unfazed by the groan I'd emitted. I decided to go and get ready, preying that I wouldn't get sick here.