"Do you need anything?" I asked pulling the covers up to Niall's chin.
"Sleep," he said closing his eyes lightly.
I walked over to the other side of the bed and covered myself up. I could feel my eyes shutting as I turned over, wrapping my arms around Niall.
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I woke up and blinked a few times before glancing to Niall's side of the bed. He wasn't there. Huh.
'Maybe he is using the bathroom,' I thought casually.
I sat up and yawned stretching and then I padded to the bathroom. It was empty so I opened it and grabbed the sweats I had set out for today. Niall and I weren't going anywhere because he was definitely still recovering. I brushed my hair then opened the door and went down the steps.I grabbed two glasses and four pieces of bread and popped them in the toaster.
After I put the toast on the table, I went out to the living room, only to find Niall laying on the couch. His knee was propped up on a few pillows and he looked up from his phone and smiled.
"Good morning Princess."
"Good morning, when did you come down here?" You asked, plopping down on the couch.
"I couldn't sleep through the pain."
"So? You can always wake me up whether you are sick, hurt, or something's on your mind.
"OK, if your sure," he said shrugging.
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After I ate breakfast with Niall, we cuddled up and watched some TV. Then he excused himself to the bathroom and got up, hobbling over to it. As he was coming back, I heard a clink and then Niall dropped to the floor, sobbing! I immediately got up and kneeled down next to him, asking what happened even though the obvious sign was that he hurt his knee on the glass table by the couch.
His loud sobs gradually turned from soft cries, to silent tears ever so often. I got him water and then he looked up at me with big eyes and said,
"Cuddles?"
Those eyes were the ones that made me cuddle him all day until dinner, and those eyes are the eyes that made me make spaghetti because that was one of his favorites. Those eyes were the ones that later in life would make me say yes to a certain proposal
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This is part two and the last part to the collaboration with HanlovesNi. Read her Imagines and Sick Fics and give her votes.
Also I need to say I bump my knee on tables and stuff all the time! And I have to wear a brace for my knee everyday because it hurts for NO APPARENT REASON!! Oh I also smack my shin on our first aid kit, which always seems to be conveniently placed on the floor where I can bump into it. Then you have to use it when you're hurt. It's like a sour patch kid- sour then sweet! I feel like it would say #sorrynotsorry!
Well sorry for my little rant but you know shoutout to HanlovesNi. xD
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