Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Request from Ellielovesnialljames Tooth Operation

You pulled the car farther up to the house, hoping Niall would be easier to get into the car. He had to get a tooth operation, and he didn't want anything to do with it. Niall came out the door his head hung low.
"I guess giving the fight isn't worth it," he said getting in the car.
"That's my baby," you said rubbing his back.
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When you got into the dentist's office. Niall sat on the couch in the waiting room, nervously using away at his phone. You sat next to him, planting your hand on his knee. The dentist came through the walkway and mounting towards Niall.
"Good luck, babe," you said.
He turned toward you his eyes filled with fear.
"Do I have to go?" He asked innocently.
"Yes," you chuckled, pushing him off the couch.
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Niall POV
I sat in the chair and frowned deeply. I wanted my Princess badly. I wondered of it would hurt. Would I say mean stuff while I'm on that loopy gas? The dentist came in and smiled at me.
"Hope are you today Mr. Horan?" She asked sitting in the seat.
"I'm good," I said.
He gave me a and I felt my eyes closing.
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When I opened my eyes. My Princess was sitting by me. She was on the phone.
"Prin-" she cut me off by holding her finger up.
"Yeah he's awake now."
"Alright, love you too," she said.
Who could she possibly love. Was she cheating on me? On this thought, I burst into tears.
"Oh god! He's crying."
She clicked her phone and threw it to the side.
"Baby what's wrong?"
She grabbed her phone again.
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Second POV
You clicked on the camera and got it ready then clicked record.
"You don't love me?" He sobbed.
"What where have you gotten that idea?" You asked, confused.
"My face feels fat!" He sobbed again.
"You're not fat, sweetheart," you told him honestly.
You pulled his blanket off him and he sat up. How were the paparazzi going to react to his sobs when we went outside.
"Do you love me?" Niall asked, sniffling.
"Of course, I love you so, so much,"
"Why does my gave feel so fat!" He screeched as we got in the car.
"It's because it's numb," you explained.
"I can't feel my face," he said smacking himself.
"Sweety, don't hit yourself," you chuckled.
"Why are you so happy? There's nothing to be happy about!" Niall yelled.
He starting sobbing again and you kept the phone in record.
"Sweety, calm down!" You exclaimed.
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You say with Niall on the couch. He was clutching his mouth and he was crying. That's what he had been doing for the past hour. You called Liam and he explained that there were three ways for him to react.
1. Talk and be rambunctious.
2. Go back to sleep.
3. Or cry at absolutely everything.
Number three was exactly what he had been doing. All day!
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I honestly apologize. This is sooooo short. I have a really bad case of writers block and I hope it goes away soon. I'm really sorry.

Random Question of the Chapter:
Who sent the last text message you received?
If this counts, Hannah. But if it doesn't count then... My mom.
What's your answer?

Random Fact of the Chapter:
Paraskevidekatriaphobia means fear of Friday the 13th, which occurs one to three times a year.

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