Request From eleanor_kitty You're Sick

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by Paris5131

by Paris5131

Niall flushed the toilet and handed you a blue washcloth.
"Here Princess, wipe your face," he told you pulling your hair into a messy bun.
You nodded and wiped your mouth causiously. It was three in the morning and Niall was up with you because you obviously had the stomach flu. You set the washcloth down and Niall lifted you up.
"I'm sorry you have to take care of me," you rasped as Niall tucked you in your bed.
"It's alright."
He pulled the blankets up to his chin and slid his arm around you.
"It just means more cuddles for me," Niall smiled cheekily. (Is that a word?) The last thing you remember was a kiss on your sweaty forehead and then drifting off to sleep on Niall's comfy shoulder.
You woke up to your stomach rolling. Your first reaction was to jump up and run to the bathroom. You dropped in front of the toilet and waited.
"Y/N?" What sounded like Zayn, asked.
You whimpered and turned around. Zayn was in the doorway.
"Are you sick?" He asked kneeling down beside you.
You would have been sarcastic but you were feeling too horrible to even bother, so you just nodded carefully.
"Let me go get Niall," he rushed off.
Moments later a tired Niall appeared in the doorway.
"Oh Princess," he kissed your head.
You gagged but managed to keep down any food that may be left in your body.
"I'm gonna go ge-" you cut him off by clinging to his shirt.
"P-please stay with m-me," you begged.
He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.
"Liam!" He called.
Liam appeared in the doorway, a water bottle in his hands.
"Here, I knew she would need this."
I gagged and leaned over the toilet.
"Have you taken her temperature?" Liam asked Niall.
"Of course I took her temperature!" Niall snapped
"Calm down, she probably has the stomach flu. Let me help."
"No! She's my girlfriend let me take care of her."
"Guys... I feel funny..." I said before everything went dark.
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Niall POV
"Y/N!" I screeched.
"ZAYN CALL 911!" Liam called through the house.
I lifted Y/N up and carried her to our bed. Her lightweight body was limp against my arms. I heard the sirens of the ambulance outside and soon a few paramedics were in my room.
I wasn't sobbing but I had a few tears traveling down my face. Although would you cry if the person you loved with every bit of your being, was being escorted into an ambulance?
"Niall mate, you want to ride with her?"
I nodded and turned to Liam.
"I'm so scared," I hugged him.
"It's alright, buddy. Go with your Princess and make sure she's okay.
When we arrived at the hospital, I ran into the boys who were in the waiting room. I continued following the people who were wheeling Y/N to the room.
"Excuse me, you can't come in here," a lady told me gently.
"B-but she's my Princess," I tried to push past her.
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Finally we were called into Y/N's room. As we entered, I noticed how she looked. She was as white as the sheets the were gently laid over her. She turned her head weakly towards me and smiled.
"My boys..." Her voice trailed off.
"Y/N!" I said rushing over to hug her.
"Be careful with my stomach. I don't want to throw up on you," she hugged me.
"They told me I passed out from dehydration."
"Don't ever do that to me again," I told her sternly.
"I won't," she laughed weakly.
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I collapsed next to Y/N, on the bed.
"Niall... Stop bouncing the bed I feel sick."
"Again?" I groaned.
She sat up quickly and rushed to our bathroom.
"Louis!" I called standing by the bathroom.
"What? Ohhh, you want me to help Y/N because you're so tired?" Louis started to walk into the bathroom.
"No I want to use you as a pillow," I leaned on him and closed my eyes.
"GO HELP YOUR GIRLFRIEND!"
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I don't even... I can't write.

Random Question of the Chapter:
Would you never have painful cramps again or never have to shave again?
I would rather never have painful cramps again. THEY HURT LIKE H*LL!!!
What's Your Answer?

Random Fact of the Chapter:
The actual color of St. Patrick is blue. Green became associated with St. Patrick's Day during the 19th century. Green, in Irish legends, was work by fairies and immortals, and also by people to encourage crops to grow.

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