One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

Niall is hit in the crotch.

You really wanted to practice your softball before you tried out for the team that you really wanted to be on. You hadn't done it in a while and wanted to brush up on it while you had time. Niall—being the completely nice and understanding guy he is—agreed to help you in the practice before the bit tryout.

You were standing in the yard with a bat in your hand and Ni was a distance away holding the ball; you were currently practicing your batting.

"Ready?" He questioned, holing the ball to where you could see it.

You gritted your teeth, fixed your eyes on the ball, gripped your bat even tighter, and nodded.

"Bring it on!"

Niall threw the pitch, and you slammed it with the bat.

Yay! I got it! I aced tha—! You cheered in your head.

Your mind was suddenly cut off by a grunting Ni collapsing to the floor with his hands covering his crotch.

"Oh, no. What happened?! What's wrong? Did I hit you with the ball in your—" You cut yourself off, thinking of a proper word. "Area," you finished hesitantly.

"Yes," he winced, "and it h-hur—"

He cut himself off by puking—all over.

Oh, no; this isn't good.

You dropped to your knees beside him and began to rub his back.

"Shh... Honey, I'm so sorry. Calm down; it's okay."

He just continued to throw up. Suddenly, traces of red began to appear.

Oh, my Ni Ni. What is that?! Is that blood?!

You questions were answered by another harsh round of puke—with even more blood.

Your eyes widened as you quickly helped him to stop getting sick and shoved him into the passenger's seat of your car, placing a bucket in his lap.

"What are you doing?" he asked, confusion evident in his features.

You stated bluntly, "That's blood; we're going the hospital."

You drove to the hospital—despite his protests—and was rushed into the waiting room while they checked Niall out.

I hope he's okay. He didn't look okay. Ugh, I wish they would tell me soon.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, a doctor came in and informed you that your boyfriend would be fine and that you could go home—but to just be cautious.

You ran toward Niall and engulfed him in a hug, kissing him passionately.

I'm so glad he's fine; I really didn't want anything to happen to him.

"I love you," you commented with slightly teary eyes.

He wiped the tears away and planted a kiss on your cheek.

"I love you, too. And I'm alright, princess. Now, let's go home."

You nodded and proceeded to return back to your house.

Niall was alright, and you were grateful that nothing happened. It really made you appreciate him more and to not take things for granted—like health and so on.

A/N: I'm back! Enjoy the update please. Feedback?