You Dirty Dans, I know what you were thinking about that title! -_-
I kissed Niall's cheek and rubbed his shoulder.
"I'm excited to eat these hot dogs! I've never cooked over a fire," Niall gushed, turning over the hot dogs he'd been grilling on the fire we made about four hours ago.
We were camping and he'd made sure that he was the man in this relationship and told me he was going to cook me dinner for once. I'd happily agreed.
"The boys are coming in an hour, but they've already eaten. So... four hot dogs." I confirmed with the nod of my head.
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"I don't like it," Niall pushed his plate away in disgust.
"What do you mean 'you don't like it'?" I asked taking another bite of mine.
"It... It tastes weird!" He scrunched up his nose.
"I'll have yours then, I love them," I cooed.
Niall seemed disappointed about his dislike of the hot dogs he'd cooked. But less disappointed when I pulled out the candy that I'd bought for him, after work. He munched happily away until Harry and Louis knocked on our small cabin.
"Hey, we brought board games!" Louis smiled coming in and giving me a small hug.
Next Harry pulled me into a hug as Louis set to work conversing with Niall. Suddenly I became super nauseas. The over powering smell of Harry's cologne didn't help. I set my hand over my mouth and backed away from Harry.
"Princess? Are you alright? You're looking a little green there," Niall asked standing up and breaking away from Louis' conversation.
"I don't know, I just felt really sick... But I'm okay now."
I was really confused. Had I just been imagining things? Niall hugged me and gave me a small squeeze of reassurance.
"I'M HERE! I'm here everybody! No need to worry!" Liam rushed in from outside.
"None of us were worrying about ya," Niall smirked.
"Oh." Liam's face showed a bit of hurt.
"We were all too busy making sure Y/N was okay, she was sick for a split second." Harry pointed out.
Liam rolled his eyes and set the plastic bags he'd been holding on the small wooden table. Suddenly the nauseas feeling came back sending my hand to my mouth and causing me to rush out the door. I bent over and was sick for almost five minutes.
"Are you okay?" Niall rubbed my back.
I shook my head and turned around to hug him almost in tears.
"Baby! What's the matter?" Niall cooed because he never sees me cry.
"I don't feel good!" I sobbed into his sweater.
"You don't have a fever," Niall pointed out.
I nodded, still feeling like I was going to be sick.
Niall took me into the house and rubbed my back gently.
"I thought you were joking!" Liam cried.
"I think she may have food poisoning," Niall said pushing me down on the couch.
I whimpered, clutching my stomach and curling into a ball.
"Maybe the store down the road has a heating pad for your stomach," Liam suggested grabbing his keys.
"Could you?" I whimpered looking up at him.
"Of course, I'll get some sprite too."
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Liam came back a few minutes later and threw his new bag on the table.
