STILL | NH |

NINETEEN

Rigby

What fucking year is it and where the hell is my fucking shirt?

I was alone, surrounded by the comfort of Niall's sheets and as I looked to the floor next to the bed, there sat his Harley Davidson shirt.

"Aw, shit." I mumbled, bringing my hand up and running it through my hair. I had a habit of taking off things in my sleep if I got too hot, thankfully, my sports bra was still in place and no parts of my body decided to pop out to go on vacation.

Bringing my hands up to my cheeks, I could feel how swollen they were. Honestly, I'm terrified to look in the mirror.

Thankfully though I feel much better.

Not only was getting sick bad enough, but doing it in front of Niall was enough to make me want to take an interstate nap.

Never in my life did I want the guy that constantly takes up space in my mind to see me with puke down the front of my shirt. The way he was so soft and gentle with me was not something that I can easily forget, he looked after me like he cared about me — like he wouldn't want to be anywhere else but by my side.

Pulling my legs out from underneath the duvet, I noticed my clothes were neatly folded on the armchair in Niall's room. Deciding against my own clothes, I leaned down to grab the shirt off the floor and put my arms in to gently pull it over my body before heading into the bathroom.

It smelled like Niall, it was comfortable, and it was his.

Bringing myself in front of the mirror, I ran my fingers over my swollen cheeks and jaw, tracing them along my soft skin. I had taken my medications just like they had outlined for me which in turn meant I was more sore than anything, plus I have a high pain tolerance to thank for that as well.

I knew I was supposed to use the ice packs today to help with the swelling, which meant I would have them strapped to my face for most of the day so I quickly and carefully brushed my teeth before washing my face as gently as possible before turning the light off and leaving the bathroom.

Looking for my phone, I found it plugged in on the nightstand which was definitely Niall's doing because I don't remember anything other than asking Niall to stay last night after I got sick... and forcing him to watch Hannah Montana.

Going through my notifications I responded to them making sure the people that had reached out to me knew that I survived. Niall had numbers for both Louis and June to keep them in the loop so that neither of them had to be worried, even though they would be regardless.

Sitting it back down on the nightstand, I knew my chipmunk cheeks and I could only hide out for so long and it was already eleven o'clock in the morning, so I started my trek to the living room to try and track down Niall. Ready for him to make fun of me, maybe even show me a video of how fucking stupid I most likely acted after I came out of that torture chamber of an exam room.

When I rounded the corner, the last thing I expected to hear was Niall singing under his breath. More specifically, singing Best of Both Worlds under his breath with his back towards me as he messed with whatever he was doing in his kitchen.

"I see someone likes Hannah Montana."

The sound of my voice has Niall nearly jumping out of his skin, the strawberry in his hand making a nose dive towards the floor.

"Shit, Rigs." His hand on his chest he looked at me. "Fucking scared me. Can't just be sneaking up on people like that."

Leaning my hip against the counter, I looked at him. "Sorry, continue the concert because I was quite enjoying it."