Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Fights :(

Hiiiiiiii, I'm just writing this one because, I have thought about it and it seemed like a good one but I hadn't gotten to write out until now. I'm kind of like pre-writing three parts at a time and then I'll put them out so I'm kind of on a good time set. Which brings me to the fact that with three books to manage, I'd like to sort of have a loose publishing schedule. Think about it, comment if you like this idea even a little.
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    You pulled your hood up more and crossed your arms over your chest. You hadn't really been feeling well and now you and Niall are going to Liam's for a small dinner together. Sadly, when your not feeling well, you get super grumpy and that just leads to problems for people who might be taking to you.
    Niall hoped into the car and glanced at you. He turned the key and got ready for the around ten minute ride, to Liam's. Your stomach was in knots and your head felt like Josh is playing his drums on your head.
"Was there anything we were supposed to bring?" Niall asked without looking at you.
"I don't know, find out!" You snapped.
"What is your problem today? Are you tired? Is it your lady's week?" He asked, his voice rising in anger.
Tears pricked in your eyes. Did he have to be so loud?
"There is no need to be such a bit**!" Niall exclaimed.
"I'm not trying," you whispered, but Niall was too angry to listen.
    The car sped up, indicating Niall was very upset and was taking some of the anger out on speed limits. Your stomach sloshed uncomfortably and you sat lower in your seat than you already were. When you pulled into Liam's driveway, Niall sat on the car for a second, while you slowly got out.
    When you got into Liam's flat, you walked towards the kitchen where you heard the boys' voices. Niall stormed in pushed past you and slammed his keys, phone, and wallet down on the table. Then he pushed past you again, sending you a very pointed glare, and slammed the door behind him.
    You walked into the kitchen tears pricking in the corner of your eyes.
"Y/N, what's happened?" Liam asked coming up to you and putting his hands on your shoulders.
You pulled down your hood and looked toward your shoes.
"What's wrong, love?" Louis asked standing up.
"I j-just don't feel g-good!" You sobbed, covering your eyes.
Liam pulled you into a comforting hug and rubbed your back.
"Why don't you go lay on the couch and drink a bit of water," Liam suggested.
    You lifted your head away from his chest and looked up helplessly to his face. Louis came up with some water and smiled sadly at you.
"He just d-doent understa-nd," you sobbed again.
Liam guided you to the couch and covered you up with a red blanket that was laying across the back of the soft couch.
    You closed your eyes and tried not to feel like you were going to throw up. You didn't really want to throw up in Liam's house, honestly you didn't want to throw up at all.
"Liam," you weakly called.
He came into the room with your water, and set it on the coffee table.
"What's wrong?" He asked pushing the hair out of your face.
"I want Niall, really b-bad," you whimpered.
"Zayn, go find Niall."
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Niall POV
    I sat in the car staring at the ground. I was angry and I honestly hoped that Liam would just call off the dinner, so I could go home and sulk. There was a knock at my window, and I jumped. Zayn was standing at my car door, with his hands in his pocket. I rolled down the window and looked at Zayn.
"Your girlfriend wants you, she sick and she's crying," he said looking towards the window that showed Y/N sobbing into Liam.
    A twinge of jealousy ran through my veins as did guilt. I was supposed to be the one that was holding Y/N when she was down, but I yelled at her when she's sick and needs me the most.
"Alright, I'm coming," I said pulling my door open.
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Second Person POV
    You felt really sick, you needed Niall to gingerly hold you in his arms and tell you that it was alright. At this point you were sitting in the cold bathroom floor, in front of the toilet, hoping that you weren't going to throw up. Liam didn't know you were in here, or else he would be with you, unlike Niall.
    The front door opened and you hoped Niall was coming in the help you up and make sure you feel better.
"Y/N, are you alright?" You heard Liam ask after knocking on the bathroom door.
You didn't answer because your answer would be yes, even though that's not true. You couldn't lie, at least not to Liam anyways.
    The bathroom door opened, making the hangers on the back of it click together and make plastic-on-plastic sounds. Liam sat on the tub beside you and rubbed your back.
"Niall's comi-" he was cut off by Niall.
"Princess? I'm here," he said walking through the doorway. Niall walked in kneeling down next to you.
    Liam stood up and left the room leaving you with the person you had just fought with.
"I'm really sorry, Princess," he said from beside you.
You felt him pulling your hair into a messy ponytail. You leaned into his body yelling him that you forgive him. "I don't want to be sick, Niall," you said in tears.
"Settle down you'll make it worse."
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    After getting sick, you were feeling a bit better and ate some of the delicious dinner that Liam made. Then you and Niall went home and be apologized fully in payment of wonderful cuddles.
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By the way, horan_hannah is making a book and it will have one part of her other story and any new ones she making. I'm kind of helping her restore what she had.

Question of the Chapter:
Do you have any scars?
Yes. I've got one on my nose that is from when my sister devices she wanted to slam down my new blender and the blade flew out and sliced my nose open! It was a traumatic time for me!
What's your answer?

Random Fact of the Chapter:
All of the swans in England are property of the Queen.