Niall Imagines

You Take Care Of Him While He's Sick

Imagine....

You were laying in bed asleep until you were awoken by your boyfriend, Niall, getting sick in the bathroom. You got up and walked in to check on him. He was sitting in the floor, leaning over the toilet throwing up. You came up behind him and rubbed his back. "Niall, baby, are you okay?" "Ugh. I don't feel good." "What's wrong?" "I hurt. Everywhere." You reached over and felt his forehead. "Niall. You are burning up." "I'm freezing." You looked and saw that he was covered in goosebumps. "Come on. Lets get you to bed." You helped him up and back into bed. "What time is it?" He asked. "It's 8 o'clock in the morning." "I can't lay in bed. I gotta go to the studio." He tried to get back up but you pushed him back down and covered him up. "You are not going, Niall. You're sick. I'll call Paul and tell him. You're going to lay in this bed all day. Now I'm going to go downstairs, call Paul, and get you some medicine. Would you like some soup while I'm down there?" "Yes please. Chicken noodle." "Okay. I'll be back."

You came back with a tray full of things. You placed the tray on the bedside table. Niall sat up and looked at the tray and said, "My lord. What all did you get?" "Hey! Do you want to get better or not?" "Yeah." "Then hush and let me take care of you." You picked up the thermometer and turned it on. "Here. Put this in your mouth." You handed it to Niall and he put it under his tongue. "Did you call Paul?" He asked. "Niall. Don't talk. It'll mess up. Yeah I called him. He said that it was fine and he hopes you get to feeling better." You got Niall's medicine ready for him to take while you were waiting for the thermometer to beep. About a minute later, it beeped and you reached over and took it out of Niall's mouth. "102.3. You have a fever, babe." "Well I'm freezing." "It sounds like you may have the flu. Here. Take this." You said handing him a small teaspoon of a purple liquid. "What is it?" "It's for flu symptoms. It'll reduce your fever and help with your aches." He took it and made a face. "That's disgusting." "It's medicine, Niall. Drink some water to wash the taste out." You handed him a Fiji water. He drank some and said, "That's better." You put the try on his lap so he could eat his soup. You walked over and put in Grease in the DVD player. You walked over and sat on the other side of the bed, being careful not to make Niall spill his soup. He looked over at you and said, "You didn't have to do all this, y/n." "No I didn't. I wanted to. I don't like to see you sick." Niall smiled and finished his soup. "Here. I'll take it back in the kitchen." You took the tray and placed it in the kitchen.

You walked back in the room and Niall was cuddled up with three blankets. Poor thing. You crawled in and laid down on the other side of the bed. "You feeling any better, babe?" You asked rubbing his shoulder. "Not really." "Aw. Come here." "But you'll get sick." "I don't care. Come here." He scooted over and rested his head on your chest. His arm was resting over your stomach. You used one hand to play with his hair and the other to run his arm. "You always do this for me when I'm sick so it's my turn to comfort you." "You're doing an excellent job. You're the most amazing girlfriend in the world. I love you." "I love you too." You said kissing the top of his head. "Now just relax and feel better. I need my healthy Niall back." You both laid there and watched Grease together. Before long, you both were snoozing away.

The end