Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Request from HanlovesNi- Stomach Virus

Thank you HanlovesNi for this suggestion.
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Niall had seemed off to you for about two days, his face was pale; he was sweaty; and he was much quieter. Your first guess was tired, but now you have resorted to the conclusion of illness. This was easy to tell since you could almost always hear Niall before you saw him- whether he was laughing or taking it was loud and happy. Now the most he said was a small quiet 'I love you' or 'night'.
"Princess, I don't feel good." Was the first sentence you hear out of his pale face this morning.
"What feels sick?"
"My head and my stomach. I'm dizzy and I feel like I'm gonna pass out!"
"Calm dow- oh Ni, you're burning up!"
You jumped out of bed and jogged into the bathroom to get a thermometer. Then you clicked the small button and gingerly put the cold object in his mouth. He groaned and leaned his head back. It beeped and you pulled it out. You're pretty sure your eyes almost popped out of your head!
His temperature was 104.5!
"Holy crap Nialler, that's way too high!"
"Wha?"
"Go back to sleep get some rest," you ordered.
You went downstairs and made yourself some coffee and then ate some cereal. You layed on the couch and watched TV. Then Liam came rushing down the stairs.
"Uhh Y/N, Niall is asking for you."
"Oh thank you!" You exclaimed, while jumping up from the seat you were in.
"No problem."
You went up the stairs to see Niall curled up in the bed shaking. You took small strides towards him and you soon his shoulder. Your hand shot up to his face, which was burning.
"Y/N!" He yelled, springing up in the bed.
He jumped up and rushed to the bathroom, then kneeled in front of the toilet.
Once he was finished you pulled him toward the bed again and he fell asleep almost immediately. You sat in the chair beside the bed and sighed. You had nothing to do without Niall- the book you usually read is finished, your computer was boring without him feeling okay, there was nothing on the TV, and you knew nothing will come, except fat, from eating while you're bored.
You closed your eyes and waited for Niall to wake up. About half an hour later, you woke up to Niall whining your name. When you opened your eyes, you noticed he was crying.
"Niall what's wrong, baby?"
"I h-had a nightmare!" Was his choked response.
"You have to settle down, what was it about?"
"You d-d-DIED!" He screamed loudly.
"It was all just a dream. See, I'm right here." You said, gently stroking his hair away from his face.
By now Zayn had come in. He was the room right next to us. Not much wakes him up, but if there's one thing that does, it's crying. His face was tired, and when he saw Niall crying, it dropped.
"What's wrong?" He asked, leaning in the doorway.
"He's sick and I think his high temperature is causing nightmares."
"Awww, poor thing."
You got up to get some medicine and then came back to the room. Niall was nodding off so you shook his shoulder gently. He jumped and the sighed. After you gave him the medicine, he was back to sleep. You went downstairs and all the boys were there. You sighed and flopped down on the couch.
"How is Ni?" Zayn asked glancing away from his phone.
"He's not doing well."
"Oh, OK."
"Wait what's wrong with Niall?" Louis asked.
"He has a really high temperature at almost 105!"
His eyes widened and so did the other boys eyes.
At lunchtime you were literally. About to take a bite out of your sandwich and Niall weakly called your name. You sighed but got up and trudged up the stairs. When you came in the room he was sitting up in bed with a hand on his stomach.
"What's wrong, babe?"
"My stomach hurts." Was his most innocent reply.
With that statment he jumped up and rushed toward the bathroom. You trudged along after him. When he was finished, it had felt like hours but really it was around twenty minutes. The poor thing probably had nothing left in his body to throw up.
After you got him back into bed you headed back down the stairs to eat your sandwich. You knew if it were one of the other boys that were sick, your sandwich would be gone and Niall would have eaten it. You would come down and he would wear the most innocent face he could and say, 'I'm sowwy I was hungwy'. Your reply would always be, 'you're always hungry'! You half expected it to be gone but it was still there delicious and ready to be eaten.
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At bedtime you were brushing your teeth when Louis walked up and said,
"Niall is crying for you! He thinks you've died!"
You spit out the toothpaste you had in your mouth and washed your mouth out.
"I'm coming, baby!" You called.
You came into the room and the sheets were thrown off and Niall looked like he was about to pass out.
"Y/N? But you're dead! Are you a zombie?"
"No, I'm not a zombie, it was all a dream."
"NOOO! It WASN'T a dream! You're DEAD!"
"I'm not baby, in right here," you said gently, going in for a hug.
"NO! Don't touch me!" He explained posing you away.
At first you were taken aback but you just stood up and went to the other side of the bed crawling into it.
"HELP! HELP! A ZOMBIE'S IN MY BED!" He screeched.
Liam came rushing in said,
"What is going on?"
"Niall had a dream that I died and now he thinks I'm a zombie."
"Oh OK..." Liam slowly walked out and then went back into his room.
"Y/N!" Niall sobbed.
"What baby?"
"You're back?"
"I've been here!'
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The next night, Niall was still feeling really sick. He was still throwing up and right now was awake trying to eat some toast. After he took a few bites, you changed his pajamas and climbed into bed with him. He was too scared to go to sleep because the bad dreams he has were horrible.
After a few hours of sleep you felt a sharp pain in your leg. When you woke up Niall kicked you. He was moving and tears were trailing down his face.
"Niall! Ni? N-Niall?" Youwere getting scared.
"Liam! Help please!"
"What's wrong?" He asked his voice tired.
"Niall's having a bad dream but he won't wake up!"
"Let's take him to the hospital."
You didn't care if you went to the hospital in your pajamas it was the absolute least of your problems.
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When the doctor came out and said Niall's name you jumped up and said,
"Yeah?"
"He has a bad stomach virus."
"Can we see him?"
"Of course."
You rushed into the room that the doctor said to go in and then you saw Niall hooked up to an IV and the whole slew of other tubes. You knew it would be fine now for Niall.
He was better in about a week and was back to his old sandwich-stealing self.
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Not sure if this is was HanlovesNi wanted, but you know.
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