For The Love Of Niall: Niam

Chapter 14: LoveSick

The last day, in Rome, approached fairly quickly. Louis spent the remember of his time with Daniel, taking more than an interest to him. He was beginning to like him, not once thinking back on the past and anything negative that could push him ten steps backwards. He was happy and content, being able to fully be himself around someone who wasn't famous, nor did Daniel treat him like he was. Their conversations and intellect expanded outside of their normal, daily agendas and they were able to get to know one another on more of personal level. Louis learned of Daniel's family history, losing his father at the age of five and having to live with his grandparents because his mother didn't feel as though she had enough strength in her to continue to take care of him. It turned out that, that weakness was cancer and she lost the battle two years later, leaving Daniel in an emotional-wrecked stage. He became a rebel for quite some time, not listening to his grandparents, hanging with older minors and getting in trouble with the cops. Of course, he was too young for jail or prison, but his grandparents received a lot of backlash, being called anything along the lines of misfits. At some point, Daniel realized that he was causing them heartache and trouble and the last thing he wanted was to lose them as well, so he cleaned up his act and found that his passion lied with the arts; thus bringing him to a university and life in Rome. Louis was far too intrigued because he had never met someone so interesting and beautiful.

Harry spent the rest of his time sulking. His mind was conflicted, battling back and forth between what was right and what was wrong. He yearned for Zayn, missing every ounce of him. He waited by the phone daily, hoping for a text or call, hoping to wake up to a voice-mail just so he could hear his voice again. He was excited to be heading back to London simply because he was looking forward to seeing Zayn again - if Zayn had actually planned on returning to the band. Then, there was a part of Harry that grew more and more frustrated and envious of Louis and Daniel. Every time the lad knocked on the door, asking for Louis, Harry had the urge to punch him in the face, feeling this sense of over-protectiveness; but he knew he didn't have the right. He ruined such a beautiful thing with Louis, giving someone else the obligation to come along and mend the older boy's heart. Did he expect Louis to move on so soon? Certainly not, but Harry did, so he couldn't have expected Louis to wait for him. Harry liked the feeling of knowing Louis would always be there, in case he ever changed his mind; however, that wasn't the case at all. Louis arms weren't open for him anymore. Louis kept his bedroom door locked, when he went to bed, stopping Harry from any temptations of wanting to talk to him or cuddle with him. He didn't deserve that privilege. He was starting to hope that the sacrifice of losing Louis would be worth it, in the end, and hopefully they would get past it and be able to become friends again.

As for Niall, things weren't looking too well, though it wasn't the worse that could happen. Niall found himself on bed-rest, nearly one-hundred degrees, a painful headache piercing through his head, and a stomach ache that had managed to have him leaned over the toilet, emptying out the toxic contents every now and then. He wasn't sure what he had came up with and how he got it, but he figured it had to have been from one of the restaurants they feasted at. He was slightly uncomfortable, but the prescribed medication Liam picked up for him allowed him to rest the illness off nearly fourteen hours a day, which was more rest than he had ever gotten. Liam had made it his obligation to take care of Niall, making several trips to the store to pick up any pain relievers, soothing liquids, soups, and other remedies. Niall protested majority of the time, not wanting Liam to be near him so much to the point that he got sick as well; but Liam put his foot down, demanding to do anything in his power to make his boyfriend feel better. It was unlikely that Liam would easily get sick - maybe later down the line - but getting Niall back to top health was his only priority at the moment. He showered the blond in his favorite movies, marathons playing all day, helping him eat his soup and down his medicine, then gently caressing the pale, warm skin until Niall finally fell asleep in his arms. He was stable, temperature not rising any higher; but Liam made sure to be alert, taking his temperature once every hour.