Friends? (Ziall)

Q

[not edited, really didn't even read through it. But tbh that sandwich look good af and now I'm hungry]

*Zayn's POV*

"I said I was fine." I groaned trying to get out of bed.

"I will literally break your legs. Get back in bed. God you irritate the fuck out of me." Niall said throwing the cover back on you.

"Niall-" I started.

"If you say one more thing I'm going to get the soup on the stove and throw it on your face. You're sick Zayn, the thermometer doesn't lie, so you're welcome." He said leaving out the room.

I rolled my eyes just laying there. He's always got mad when I've been sick. Just because I always try to say I'm fine but he doesn't listen. No he wants me to lay here while he does everything. And I don't want to feel helpless but he makes me. And he said he didn't care, that he was my bestf turns and he was going to fix me.

"I'm back." He said singing in the room with a tray of soup, a sandwich, saltines and I guess some tea.

"Niall all this." I whined.

"What do you mean sick people eat this. Now come on sit-up." He said sitting on the edge with the tray.

"I'm not even that hungry." I said after he placed the tray on my lap.

"Everyone says that when they're sick. You really are though." He said.

"How are you going to tell me how I feel." I said and he balled up his fist.

"Because when I was sick I wasn't hungry and didn't want any food. And you know damn well I eat even if I'm not hungry." He said and I sighed spooning up my soup blowing it off before eating it.

"Anyways the faster you recover. I have a surprise for you." He said biting his lip.

"And that is?" I asked smirking.

"I don't know Zaynie you have to wait and recover first." Niall said now smirking.

"Oh you're such a asshole." I said sipping some tea.

"Can you make the slurping noise with the tea?" He asked and I look at him weird before doing it.

He closed his eyes. "Mmmm." He said and opened them again.

He looked at me and his eyes were a shade darker. "Get better soon." Niall said laying back where he was sitting which were on my legs.

I crushed up some saltines in my soup and continued to eat. I really don't like eating when I'm sick that's why I'm not dare picking up that sandwich. But really because I'm very certain that it will come back up again. And I think I feel it right now so I placed the tray aside and slid from under Niall then proceeded to run to the bathroom.

I knew Niall was behind me. When I got to the bathroom I lifted the seat and regurgitated my soup. Niall was rubbing my back. He kept saying stuff but I couldn't here him over the the sound of my puking my guts out. I did manage to hear him say 'if your hair was long enough I'd hold it back because I'm that type of best friend' I had to laugh and flush the toilet.

I sat next to it just tired. I saw Niall look at me. He crossed his legs sitting on the floor frowning.

"It's okay Niall. I know you're doing everything you can. I'll get better." I said.