Snowed In (Niall Horan)

Chapter 4- Sick

This chapter was really fun to write I hope you enjoy it! 

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I wake up with a horrible headache. Great. Just what I need on my first official day here. I lay back down, but decide that this side of the pillow is to hot, so I flip it over.

Then that side gets hot, so I flip it over again. This goes on for about 10 more minutes.

Eventually I just can't go back to sleep and my headache is getting worse, so I decide to go look for some pain medicine.

I walk into my bathroom and open the cupboard, looking for some pain medicine. When I don't find anything, I decide to check Niall's room.

I open my door and sneak down the hallway towards his room. I slowly open his door, trying to make sure he doesn't wake up.

Just when I'm about to walk in, the door creeks loudly and Niall shifts in his sleep. And when I take my first step in, the floorboard creeks, no groans, very loudly.

Niall bolts upright in his sleep, grabbing the thing that's closest to him, which is a lamp, and holding it up high.

As soon as he sees me, he lowers the lamp and a confused look takes over his face.

"Why are you in my room at," he pauses, looking over at the clock," 6:30 in the morning?" His voice is rough from just waking up.

"I think I'm getting sick, I have a horrible headache and I couldn't find any painkillers in my bathroom."

"Oh..."

"Can I please check yours?"

"Um, sure, just um, wait a sec." He walks into his bathroom and I hear some shuffling. Moments later, he walks out, his hair is even more ruffled then it was before.

"There, now you can check," he says.

I nod. I walk into the bathroom and open his cupboard to find a bunch of things sloppily shoved in. I sigh and start taking everything out.

I think he heard me because I can hear footsteps coming towards the bathroom now. He walks in, still looking confused.

"What are you doing?"

"Organizing your stuff, did you just shove everything in here?"

"Oh, um, yeah."

"Well now I'm organizing it."

Just then a wave of nausea hits me and I run over to the toilet. I throw up holding my hair behind my head with one hand while the other is on the toilet seat.

When I'm done, I flush the toilet and use a disposable cup to rinse my mouth out.

I look over to Niall who has a panicked expression on his face.

"I'll clean this later," I groan. I grab the painkillers from the pile of crap and walk out into Niall's room.

He follows me downstairs into the kitchen.

When he cracks an egg, pouring it onto the pan, the smell nearly makes me barf again. I put my hand over my mouth and run out of the kitchen.

As soon as I'm sure I'm not going to throw up, I lay down on the couch in the living room.

Niall walks in, and sits on the floor next to me.

"Tell me more about yourself," I whisper. I'm exhausted and I don't even know why. Brrrr, I'm cold.

"Also can you please get me a blanket."

He gets up and grabs a blanket off of the chair next to the couch, then he puts it over me and sits back down.