Short Stories

For Sickness and in Health (Niall Centric)

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anyways,, 

Thank you DayDreamer236 for your prompt, I really enjoyed writing this one. This short story is an AU so that means the boys aren't going to be in the band in this :)

Summary: Niall just had the flu, that's all it really was, until it wasn't.

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"Are you sure you're okay?" 

"Liam, please I'm fine I just need rest. You know that's how you get better when you have the flu." Niall croaked out, letting out a cough through the phone. Liam cringed, he didn't like hearing his boyfriend sound so horrible, and he has been sick for three days now, and nothing has gotten any better. It's just been constant headaches, coughs, and body aches. 

"Li? Hey don't worry about me I can take care of myself. All four of ya' have been calling me all day nagging me to get some food and rest. I'm twenty two." Niall chuckled, but right after hacked out a cough again making Liam cringe, again. 

"Alright, well-"

"Enough about me, how's the business coming along? Airplanes flying?" Liam didn't like how Niall changed the subject, but there was no sense fighting the blond on this, so he let out a long sigh before answering, trying to get his brain back together. 

"Fine, the new guy I hired, Dan? He's doing really well, he's helping me with a propeller on the Cessna 172." 

"English."

"Sorry, ha, uhm the light aircraft. Smaller ones." Liam chuckled out at Niall's little understanding of the different types of planes. Even though Liam has been working there ever since he got out of Uni when he was twenty. 

"Okay, well I better get off the phone so you can back to work. Love you." Liam smiled, saying 'I love you' back before hanging up. 

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"I'm home! Niall? It's Harry!" Harry heard the small shuffle of footsteps, and was surprised to see the blond come out from the living room. 

"What are you doing in there? You should be asleep in bed love." Harry grabbed Niall's hands, tugging the blond in so he could kiss him on the cheek. It was so hard to not kiss his blond boyfriend on the lips, but he'd rather not get to flu. 

"Why are you home so early? It's just 3 o'clock, usually you come home at 5." Niall kept his hold on Harry's hands, moving the curly lad into the living room and pushing him down so he could lay across his chest, making Harry chuckle and rub the blond's back. 

"I wanted to come home to help my sick boyfriend get better. Besides, business was slow today. It's better on the weekends." Niall coughed, covering his mouth and cringing making Harry pat his back and let him have another fit before the blond slumped back against his chest, cheek smushed against the shirt. 

"It's just the flu Harold. I'm not dying or anything. God you boy's are like vultures, Liam called me earlier, Louis called me twice, Zayn called me at the tattoo parlour, it was even while he was doing a freaking tattoo on someone, I could hear the needle in the background." Harry laughed, throwing his head back against the armrest, making Niall slap his chest and groan.