One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

Niall is sick.

***Maddie's POV***

I was so excited to finally go to the beach with my boyfriend Niall. He finally had a day off, and we planed to use it wisely; we didn't want to waste any time we had together-although every minute with him was perfect, of course.

I slipped into a red bathing suit with white dots on it and cover up, going downstairs to Niall. I couldn't help but to widen my eyes and drool at his shirtlessness. Hot much?

I took his hand and he escorted me to the car.

***a car ride and a bit later***

Niall and I were having a great time in the water-splashing around, giggling, a bit of kissing, just having fun. That is, until Ni suddenly got sick.

I ran over and placed my hand on his back while he emptied a not-water-at-all substance into the water.

"What's wrong?" inquired softly when he was done.

He mumbled back an "I don't know." and squeezed my hand that I gave him.

"Let's go back to the shore and clean up," I suggested.

He nodded and we went back.

We played for a few more hours until he started getting quite pale and moving slower than normal; I stopped and told him we should go.

***Niall's POV***

Maddie told me that we should head out. I nodded. I felt really guilty; I knew that I was probably the reason. However, I felt like I could explode at any moment, so I agreed.

Once we got home for the next few days, I could really sense how worried Maddie was starting to get about me, but I didn't want to her to worry.

I assured, "I'm okay, you know; it's probably jus-"

I could even finish my sentence because as soon as I tried to continue speaking, another round of vomit made an appearance. Maddie shushed me and gave me a hug, comforting me. I sighed; I was really beginning to be tired of this.

"We're going to the hospital," she demanded after a third time of sick. "This is too much."

I really dreaded going, but I didn't bother to argue; I knew she wouldn't give in-even in the slightest.

***Maddie's POV***

I drove as quickly as I could to the hospital-as quickly as the speed limit would allow.

With each minute that passed by, I grew more concerned. What is he was really, really sick? What if it was something big? What if- I stopped there; I didn't want to think about it anymore.

Finally, we arrived and I was pushed into the prison of a waiting room to wait while they took his temperature, blood pressure, and other vital signs, just checking him out.

After about an hour or so, a doctor came out to tell me the diagnosis.

"What is it? How is he? Is he okay?" I rapid fired.

"It's fine; he's alright. He just swallowed too much saltwater at the beach you went to-and it was too hot for him. He also caught the flu. He'll be fine; just take it easy for a few days. You can take him home now."

"Okay, thanks."

I nodded and took my boyfriend home, making extra sure that he didn't do anything risky until he was 100% better. And with his thanks of kisses and snuggles, it could never have been more perfect.

This is a request from @Harry_styles_4_life. She's nice. You should see her. Also, I am back! Please request. Thanks.