Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Request From Dreamworld2000 Food Poisoning

Niall POV
    "I don't think I can play tonight guys," I told the boys wrapping my arm protectively around my stomach.
"Niall stop complaining and suck it up!" Liam snapped.
I winced. I had gotten to him at a bad time. Obviously Liam was infuriated at management for some reason.
    I think what made me so sick was the chicken I ate at Nando's last night. It tasted fine but I think may have been a little undercooked. I woke up with horrible stomach cramps but I have tried not to puke or do anything embarrassing by anyone. Although this morning I think the boys thought I'd fallen into the toilet.
    Harry had urgently knocked on the door claiming that we had to leave and that Paul was getting angry. Louis joked with me and Liam sent a glare my way. Zayn shoved a plastic container filled with pancakes practically drowned in surgery syrup, to which I gagged and pushed them away, swallowing down my dinner.
    "But Liam I think I've got f-" I was cut off by Liam's head snapping up and yelling
"Just shut up Niall!" His Wolverhampton accent was thick.
I dropped my head and tried not to scream back at him. That would only get him even more worked up.
"Louis could I have a water?" I asked him breaking the silence that engulfed us.
I'd only asked him because he was closest and my stomach was cramping.
Louis reached over to open the mini fridge next to him.
"NO! You want a water? Get it yourself!" Liam snapped.
"Liam I've got it he didn't need to," Louis said lightly handing my the water.
Liam smacked it out of my hand and huffed, turning back to his phone.
"Niall could you come in the hallway for a moment?" Louis asked me carefully, eyeing Liam.
"Yeah," I breathed out.
    I stood up, grabbing my stomach and leaning over slightly because of the pain. When we stepped out Louis shut the door firmly and quietly. I noticed he had grabbed my water on his way out.
"If you want I can tell Paul you've been feeling sick,"
"Liam might get a-"
"I don't care what Liam thinks! Look at you! Your head is practically on the ground, your leaning over so far, Louis said as I rubbed my turning stomach.
    "Let me have Zayn take you to Paul and here... call Y/N," Louis handed me his phone.
I grabbed his phone in my shaky hands and put it up to my ear.
"Wait here."
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Zayn POV
    Louis burst through the door pointing to me.
"Take Niall down to Paul."
"Why?" I asked, glancing towards Liam nervously.
"He is on the verge of throwing up. He's shaky and I think he's got a fever," Louis sat on the couch.
"Yeah I can take him."
"He's calling Y/N right now."
    I quietly shut the door and looked at Niall who was curled up on the couch the phone pressed to his ear. His eyes were shut and and he looked like me was asleep until he said,
"I don't want to throw up."
His voice was desperate and I could almost see Y/N comforting him.
He opened his eyes and smiled weakly at me.
"I gotta go, Princess, Zayn's here... yes... I love you."
    "Is Liam mad?" Niall asked as I pulled him up.
"He didn't say anything. He's not mad at you, him and management had a spat. Don't take it personally," I told him rubbing his back.
"Zayn..."
I looked at Niall, who had his hand clamped firmly over his mouth."
I reacted quickly by picking up a trash can that was near us. I sat Niall on another couch and rubbed his back.
    He threw up for about ten minutes, then slumped against my shoulder.
"I want Liam and I want Y/N," he whined.
I wasn't offended nor was I angry at him. The boys always ask for Liam when they're sick. And for Niall he always wants Y/N.
"Do you absolutely need him?" I asked.
Niall nodded, resting his head on the back of the couch. He looked up at me with both of his big, bright blue eyes, silently begging me to get Liam. 
    When I got into the room Liam was still on his phone.
"Liam?"
He looked at me with a questioning look.
"Niall's thrown up and he's begging me to get you," I said almost in a pleading voice.
"Could you tell Niall I'm a bit busy trying to make plans so that he can lay down during the show?" Liam asked with a roll of his eyes.
"Yeah, let me just break his sick little heart, and leave him SICK! Oh and let's not forget the fact that HE. IS. SICK!" I yelled.
    The door opened and I spun around to see Paul and Niall in the doorway.
"It's okay if Liam is busy," he looked at the ground.
"I found him throwing up in a trash can on a couch," Paul said glancing towards us.
    Niall let out a weak sob and wrapped his arms around his stomach, curling into Paul.
"Niall go to Liam for a second while I talk to management," Paul told him.
Instead of going to Liam he marched over to me and buried his head into my neck. He sat in the couch and stared into space. Until Louis tapped him and whispered something in his ear.
    He smiled slightly and nodded. Then he got up, carefully and went to the couch Liam was sitting on then plopped himself right next to Liam. Liam looked over and raised his eyebrows as Niall snuggled into him, causing him to wrap his free arm around Niall.
    "I'm sorry, Niall," Liam said pulling a blanket over him.
"You're not a bad pillow," Niall slurred.
Liam chuckled.
"No. I mean, I'm sorry for yelling."
"Ok well I'm sorry, too."
"You're not a bad heater," Liam teased.
"No. I mean, I'm sorry for falling asleep on you."
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Not sure if this is what they wanted but...

Random Question of the Chapter:
Would it disturb you much if, upon your death, your body were simply thrown into the woods and left to rot? why?
Yes. It would make me feel like people don't really care about me. Plus animals could eat me!!!!

Random Fact of the Chapter:
More than 10% of the world's salt is used to de-ice American roads.

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