Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Request from NiallersGirl20 Narry (friends)

Harry POV
Niall coughed and cleared his throat for like the thousandth time tonight. I just rolled my eyes, a small smile forming across my face.

"Ni? Can you be a bit quieter I'm trying to watch the movie?" I asked.

"I'm sorry Haz... My throat really hurts," he whimpered clutching the pillow next to him.

"Awwww! Do you want me to go buy some medicine?" I paused the movie becoming a bit worried for my best friend.

"But it's nasty!" He whined in a crackling voice.

"But it really hurts."

Tears were glistening in his baby blue eyes. I finally noticed how unwell he looks. His cheeks rosy and warm and his whole face a small bit paler than usual.

"I'll go grab some medicine. You just wait here," I demanded standing up and grabbing my keys.

"No! I want to come..." Niall threw off the blanket that had been tangled around him. (Not like vines you weirdos)

"Fine but put on a scarf," I told him slipping on my coat. But not really 'slipping' on my coat... That would probably hurt!

Niall coughed into his black gloves as we roamed around the pharmacy section of the small 24/7 store.

"Can we-" he cleared his throat. "Can we get some food? I'm hungry," Niall asked leaning on the cart as I glanced around the isle.

"You're always hungry," I sighed absent mindedly.

"But I'm... Staaaarving this time," he claimed.

"Are you really?" I asked chuckling.

"Yes. I think my stomach is trying to eat itself right now," he said pulling at his scarf.

"Do I have to wear this? It's itchy," he complained coughing afterwards.

"What about this?" I asked holding up a box of medicine.

"I don't like cherry kind. Get the grape," he said wrinkling his nose.

"Ni..." I warned.

He coughed and whimpered.

"Haz, it... really hurts!" Niall said shaking the cart in a panic.

"Calm down Niall," I told him rubbing his back. "I'm getting you the cherry no matter what."

"And food!" Niall's eyes widened.

"Yes and food."
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"This is really good," Niall whispered.

"Shhhh don't talk," I ordered.

Niall just nodded closing his eyes as he slurped down the soft noodles.

"Are you tired?" I asked stirring my soup.

"My throat just really hurts..." Niall whimpered.

"Maybe you should have a visit to the doctor?" I suggested.

Niall's tired eyes grew wide and his whole face became panicky.

"I'm afraid of the doctor Harry, you know that!" He rasped in a quiet voice.

"I know but what if this is more serious?"

"It's not."

"Get some sleep," I said pointedly as I tossed my plastic bowl into the sink.

"Night..." Niall whispered.
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"Niall! You can't even let air in through your mouth without sobbing. You need to go to the doctor," I told him as he shook from his last coughing fit.

He nodded and started to walk to the door.

"Hazza..." He whispered as I made sure his scarf was on his neck and he had a jacket on his arms.

"Yes?"

"It really..." He trailed off before he collapsed on the floor.

"NIALL!" I screamed tears pouring out of my eyes.

"What's going on?" Liam asked, his eyes wide.

"Ni... He- he..." I couldn't even form coherent and understandable sentences. I couldn't even think.

"Woah! Call an ambulance," Liam knelt down by Niall.

"I... Can't... Breath..." I choked out through sobs.

"Louis!" Liam yelled while lifting up a limp Niall.

"Just breath... In and out," Louis instructed as I started to calm down.

We were waiting at the hospital after the nurses rushed Niall off to a room. I had been too worried to even breath and I started hyperventilating in the house so Louis had to calm me down.

"T-Thanks Lou," I smiled weakly as I rested my head on his shoulder.

It was then I realized how exhausted I felt.

"Niall Horan?" The doctor called.

Other people waiting looked up hopefully only to let their heads drop as well as the remaining hope they had.

"He passed out because of dehydration and we found he had Strep Throat. But since he decided to leave it so long, we had to take his tonsils out," the doctor explained and clapped his hands together quietly.

"Can we s-see him?" I asked.

"Absolutely. He won't be able to really talk but in a week, his voice will be better than ever." The doctor smiled my way.

"Hi Nialler," Liam cooed.

Niall waved his hand and hugged me from his bed.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," he whispered.

"Good. You nearly gave me a heart attack!" I cried jokingly.

"I think he screamed your name before you even hit the floor!" Liam chuckled.

Niall let out a silent laugh and pushed the covers down a bit.

"Are you hot?" I asked.

"Sure am!" He whispered giving a wink and a cheeky smile.

"You dope," I laughed.
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Niall POV

"Oh, I just wanna show you off to all of my friends, makin' them drool down their chin chins. Baby me mine tonight, mine tonight! Baby be mine tonight, yeah!" I sang while jumping around the stage.

In the crowd, signs of people shipping Larry or Narry flashed around but one said that my voice sounded better than the boys' after getting my tonsils out. I smiled and laughed as the song ended.

"What are you laughing at, Niall?" Harry asked into the microphone.

"I don't know!" I started laughing hys
terically. This got all of the boys laughing and all of the crowd.

I didn't know why I was laughing but it felt wonderful.
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Sorry about the late update. It's kind of been all work and no play at the moment. I want good grades and that means sacrificing quality and timing in my stories. I'm trying to lean on the side of bad timing rather than quality.

I'm hurt... :( really bad. I think I pulled a muscle or something but I'm not really sure what that feels like. I was in my splits at a game and I pushed down so I could put my hands on my hips and.... *sobs* my hip popped and it hurt so bad... :( I stayed home from school that's how bad it hurts. I actually kind of like school a bit... Is that a crime? I don't need sympathy though. This is only an explanation to part of the reason my writing towards the end is a bit choppy and bad

Random Question of the Chapter:
Are you OCD?
Well I am in a sense... I'm OCD with symmetry. Everything as to be even or it bugs me. And in math, my answers have to look nice which is bad because we started paleness that are supposed to have ugly answers in algebra... My dad says that's not OCD but my mom says it is.
What's your answer?

Random Fact of the Chapter:
Goats have rectangular pupils!

xD Go Read a Book.