Just Blood.

Just a cough.

(Niall's POV)

I'm so happy that I got a hotel room to myself, it's not that I didn't want to be in a room with one of they guys but it's the fact that I feel like I'm coughing up a lung and gargling nails. I woke up last week with a sore throat but I didn't think much of it, now there was no way to ignore it.
I have somehow managed to keep it from the guys. Luckily my voice hasn't went out on me yet, but by the looks of it, it's only a matter of time.

I looked at the clock to see that it was 2:30 am.

"Great." I thought aloud.

I had to be up in 4 1/2 hours for an interview. So I laid down trying to get some sleep but I felt like I was smothering and went into another coughing fit. After the coughing had subsided I got some water, which hurt like hell going down my raw throat. I took some medicine and a puff from my inhaler and laid back down to hopefully get some sleep.
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I woke to the blaring of my stupid alarm. I shut it off and sat up immediately going into a huge coughing fit, after it passed I made my way to the bathroom to take a hot shower. The steam from the shower helped my breathing for a while but then it became too stuffy and I went back to coughing. I got out of the shower afraid I was gonna pass out from the lack of oxygen was getting. I gripped onto the sink as the coughs kept coming. When I finally finished I wiped my mouth off and to my surprise I saw a red substance mixed in with the water covering my skin. I was freaking out at the fact that I had just coughed up blood, but that's when I heard a knock on my door.

"Hey Niall you in there? We gotta leave soon." I heard Liam say.

"Okay I'll be down in a sec." I yelled, and immediately regretted. I heard Liam say okay and tell goodbye. As soon as I heard the door shut I grabbed my throat and let the tears stream down my face, definitely not going to be yelling again any time soon.

Once I was able to regain my composure, I got up from the cold tile floor and finished getting ready, then I made my way downstairs to the van.

I was met with 4 tired 'good mornings' as I climbed into the van. I must of fell asleep because I felt myself being shaken awake. I opened my eyes to see the boys all giving me worried looks. Before they could ask me any questions I made my way out of the van and into the interview building.

We were late so as soon as we got into the building we were rushed into hair and makeup. After Lou had finished my hair I made my way to the buffet table in search for something to drink. Thank God they had tea. I slowly let the warm liquid seep down my raw throat, it still hurt but it somewhat soothed my burning throat and congested chest.

We began the interview like any other, by introducing ourselves. I for the most part tried to take as little as possible which didn't go unnoticed by the guys. I was able to keep my coughing down until I managed to get a huge wiff of the interviews perfume. That's when I lost it.

I began to harshly cough into my elbow and I began to feel the familiar tightness in my chest. The boys kept asking me if I was okay my I couldn't answer, the coughing was becoming too much and I saw Liam run towards me up my inhaler. I gladly took it and took a pew puffs the tightness of my chest somewhat loosing but not going away. I felt like I was going to pass out soon, I'm guessing from the lack of oxygen. I heard Louis yell something about blood. I looked down to see my elbow and shirt covered in blood. Then everything went black.

(Louis' POV)

I started freaking out as soon as I saw the blood seep out of Niall's mouth and then I see him faint. I hear the interviewer screaming in the back but all of my attention in towards Niall and trying to get him to wake up.

I feel myself being lifted away from Niall as paramedics put a mask around his mouth and nose. They lift him up onto a stretcher and take him away into an ambulance.
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(Harry's POV)

We finally get to the hospital and run immediately to the nurses desk asking for any information on Niall's condition.

"All I know right now is that he's in surgery, but I'll let you know the second I find anything out." The nurse said looking at us sympathetically.

We all go and sit down in the private waiting area as we wait for any news on Niall's condition.
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(Liam's POV)

We've been waiting in this room for 3 hours now and I'm started to get more and more worried about Niall.

"Why is it taking so long?" I yell out gripping onto my hair, and I fell one of the guys rub my back trying to comfort me.

Minutes later the doors open to reveal a man in a pair of blur scrubs.

"You guys the ones waiting for Niall Horan?"

"Yes." We all replied.

"Is he okay?" I asked.

"Well turns out Mr.Horan and a very severe case of bronchitis that later turned into a bad case of pneumonia. His lung had collapsed, but we were able to repair it during surgery." The doctor explained.

"So he's going to be alright?" Harry asked the worry evident in his voice.

"Yes, he should be okay to go home in a couple of days but under strict bed rest. You guys may come see him, he's in room 221." The doctor said as he led us down the hallway to Niall's room.

We entered the room the see a very frail, pale looking Niall. He had a breathing mask on and some IV's we running into his arms.

We all went and sat at his sides holding onto his hands. We saw his eyes flutter awake and he tried to take off the mask.

"You need to leave it in Niall. Just get some rest we'll be here when you wake up." And with that Niall rested his hand back in mine and let his eyes flutter shut.

It would take a while but soon enough we would have our over entergetic, little leperchan back.
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This AMAZING story was suggested by muffinator_of_death
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XOXO JC❤.