Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Request from Claricepayne He's Sick/Hurt on Tour

Niall POV
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"You'll never love yourself half as much as I lo-ve you," my voice cracked once again.
"Come on Niall try again, the boys got their first try!" Someone from the crew yelled.
I haven't felt good for hours but I couldn't tell anyone. I was also getting really frustrated and I felt like I might throw up. My stomach tossed and turned as I tried to hit the right notes.
My knee also really hurts right now. It feels like someone is pounding on it with a hammer. Each time I lean on it or walk on it. Then my voice cracked each time in singing and I sound horrible. I took a deep breath and started singing again. My voice cracked and I earned a glare from the other boys.
My face dropped and a tear slipped out of my eye. I watched it drop into my shoe and then I ran out of recording booth. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was pale and had bags under my eyes. I sunk to the floor, sobbing and shaking.
"Ni? Niall?" Liam called.
The bathroom door busted open, revealing Liam.
"Niall what's wrong?"
All I could do was sob and shake. Then my stomach lurched and I jumped up toward the toilet beside us. I shut the door and locked it, then kneeled in front of the toilet.
"You alright, mate?"
After a while I sat back and rubbed my hands over my face. Then I stood up, flushed the toilet, and unlocked the stall.
"I'm alright, Liam," I said leaning into him.
"Come on let's go lie down," he said rubbing my back slightly.
"Liam? Did you fi- oh," Louis said coming up to us.
"Niall," Louis said gently.
"I'm fine really I just got all worked up."
"Your sick, does anyone have a thermometer?" Liam yelled to the crew.
"Here Liam," a man said handing him a box.
"Here. Go to your dressing room," Liam said giving me the box.
I took it into my dressing room and laid the on couch. I pressed the bottom and it lit up with blue. Then I stuck it in my mouth and waited for the beep. When it beeped I took it out and looked at it: 101.2. I needed water or something because my throat was too dry.
As I got up a pain shoot through my knee. I ignored it and went where everyone was eating some dinner at a table. I wasn't really offended because the thought of food made my stomach churn. I went over to the water fountain and grabbed a plastic cup then filled it about halfway.
I went over and sat with Liam and the other boys who were talking and laughing.
"What are you doing up?" Liam asked.
"I needed water and my knee hurts," I said massaging my kneecap.
"I'll get some ice for your knee if you want," Zayn offered pushing his plate of leftover fries back.
Louis stood up and I grabbed my cup of water which I hadn't really touched. Louis grabbed my shoulders and I leaned onto his.
"Let's get you back to the dressing room."
As we made our way to the dressing room, my knee started to feel bad. Or started to shake and I knew it might give out.
"L-lou?" I asked, stopping.
"Are you going to be sick?" He asked frantically, already jumping to the trashcan near us in the hallway.
Actually after being sick last time my stomach had settled a bit and I didn't feel like I was about to throw up.
"No. My knee hurts and it feels like it's going to give out."
"Good... I-I mean n-not good about your knee but good about how you aren't going to be sick," he stuttered making me laugh. Louis picked me up and carried me into my dressing room. He set me on the couch and I sipped at my water. I closed my eyes and waited.
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"I've got bad news," Liam announced walking into my newest dressing room.
I had been sick twice so far and I was still feeling queasy, so I had a trashcan by the couch. My hair had already been done because we had a concert that was going to start in about two hours, but I wasn't in the proper clothes because Lou was afraid I would be sick on them. I requested that I lay backstage instead of performing for this concert.
"What's the bad news?" I asked sitting up and moving the trashcan towards me.
"Management says they can't let you sit out for this concert. They say you need to go out there and try your best."
"Why can't I just lay down?" I asked my voice cracking.
"Your temperature isn't high enough," Liam claimed in a mocking tone.
"I've been sick two times in just this hour! I don't need a high temperature to know that I'm very sick!" I said weakly.
"I know mate, please just rest and hopefully the lads and I can get through to management," Liam said, pulling the blankets up a little.
"Please tell them I will do ANYTHING if I can just sleep, please," I begged him.
"I'll do everything I can," he replied, closing the door and leaving me alone to sleep.
I woke up to a knock at my door. My stomach was turning, so I pulled the trashcan closer and sat up.
"Come in," I said quietly.
The door opened and Liam came in. I had a bad feeling that I was going to have to perform tonight and it wasn't going to be very pretty.
"I'm sorry Nialler. I tried to talk them into letting you sleep, but they won't listen," Liam said
My face dropped down into the abyss of dispear. It was unfair that I am so sick. Why did I even get sick? Why now? Why couldn't it be when I wasn't on tour and was with my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N? I felt complaining and crying.
"It's fine, I'll go get my clothes on and um... get ready," I said uncovering my blankets.
"I'm sorry," Liam said looking down.
"It's not your fault, okay?"
He nodded and then left most likely to get the other boys ready.
My stomach churned as I walked through the hallway. I came up to the main room where Lou was getting all of our clothes ready, and sat in the chair next to her.
"Hi Nialler, I'm sorry you have to perform still."
"It's not your fault," I said gagging on the scent of perfume in the room. Normally I would love that smell but right now it was as bad as the smell of when you go to the zoo and reach the aviary.
"No, but I can still be sorry. What's your temperature?" She asked pulling out an outfit for me.
"101. They say it's not high enough."
"Have you been sick recently?"
"About two hours ago, and I feel sick now."
She pulled out a cloth from a drawer in the vanity by us and grabbed a clear bottle. Then she poured some of the liquid from the bottle onto the cloth.
"Here sniff this," she said putting the cloth by my face.
I backed up.
"Lou, I don't want to throw up," I said, scared that this would make me sick.
"No. This is rubbing alcohol. It will make your nausea go away."
I took it in my shaking hand and put it up to my nose, taking a small sniff. Almost instantly I felt the nauseas feeling in my stomach go away.
"Take it on stage, sit down, eat some crackers, and relax," she said handing me the bottle and cloth.
"Thank you Lou," I said standing up and hugging her.
"You're welcome. And here, have done crackers."
"Thanks."
"No problem."
When it was about time to go onstage I set my stuff down and we did our pre-show ritual. But when I was sitting down my stomach started churning again. I picked up the cloth and put it to my nose taking a small sniff.
"What's that, Nialler?" Zayn asked.
"It's alcohol. Lou have it to me and it helps when I feel nauseas."
"You feel sick?" Louis asked.
I nodded.
"Boys! It's show time!"
I stood up and grabbed my water bottle, crackers, alcohol, and cloth. Then I went on the stage and sat down almost right in the middle of the higher bit of the stage. The boys started to talk to the fans and then we started singing. I sang my parts and tried to sound a bit good. My head started to ache with the loud screams and bright lights. But besides that I had a party good time at the concert and I didn't throw up for a while.
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Sooooo, yes it's true, smelling rubbing alcohol will stop you from feeling nauseas.
I'm extremely sorry to Claricepayne, and all of you for not putting up a part in a little while. I haven't been feeling well, and I have a big, bad case of writers block. Also my new pig got killed and I've been very sad. I guess two days isn't that bad, but it's a lot for me. But I hope you like it and vote and comment. So have a day and bye xD