tape → narry au

45 → temerate

Temerate:
to break a bond or promise.

The following days went great until I encountered the horrid wrath of a fatal stomachache. The pain not bothering to subside for me to ready myself for group session on Wednesday morning.

Niall instantly played doctor—commanding me to remain in bed and forget about attending the mandated group sessions thrice a week, and for once I actually complied.

Finding it rather easy to lie under my plush quilts whilst clutching onto my stomach as a method to decrease the intense pain arising.--
It didn't work but I continued to grasp my stomach anyway.

Niall only chuckled at me, shaking his head as he presses a kiss to my forehead briefly.

"I'll see you after group session. I'll bring food for you later on," was all he said before closing our front door behind him leaving me all alone.

It didn't bother me at all though. I found it simple to fall easily back into slumber for the rest of the early morning. The erupting pain fading slowly as I shut my eyes for sleep.

-

Breathing tickling my neck instantly awoke me sometime later. Niall's face nuzzling into my neck was in my initial view as my eyes flutter open to reality once again.

My hand automatically goes to Niall's hair. Fingers running through his habitual quiff gently.

Niall pulls away from my neck to face me with a small yet toothily smile. He hums, "How's your stomach feeling babe?"

"Worst," I grumble, burying my face into Niall's chest to groan melodramatically. Niall's body vibrating with laughter at my action.

"I got you food from the canteen," he voices.

"Not hungry," I murmur into his shirt.

It was Niall's turn to groan. "Princess, you have to eat," he states blatantly.

But I didn't want to. I was, indeed, famished, nevertheless I didn't feel the sudden urge to eat automatically as I have been like the habitual persons when they're famished.

I'd rather wait a while, continuing to earn extra hours of sleep rather than wasting those hours for eating.

I agree only to disagree with Niall. Using sleep for an excuse to miss a meal or two for the full day. Promising him I'll eat once I awake after my almost completed kip.

He easily obliges before holding out his little finger to me. I grin at him, latching onto Niall's little finger with my own as he easily slides me onto his lap to cradle me like a small baby with my head nuzzled into his neck.

Eyes slowly shutting back into my uncompleted all the same, peaceful slumber.

-

My stomachache subsided the following day but not with the sudden urge to starve myself again.

I used and discovered any excuse to not eat for the past few days. Only consuming drinking water which didn't and couldn't ever categorise or substitute for any kind of foods.