Raindrops Will Fall

One Night in Mexico

The night was young in Mexico City. The boys had just finished up a show at the Auditorio Nacional and were eager to hit the town and see what the Mexican capital had to offer... All except Niall that is. He hadn't been feeling good all evening and barely made it through the first night of the two night engagement. "No, guys, you guys go. I promise, I'm perfectly capable of spending a night alone." Niall protested to his band mates as they continued to insist that he join them on their tour of the city.

"C'mon, mate," Zayn spoke from the doorway where he was standing. "We're only here for two days and we're leaving tomorrow night right after the show for Melbourne."

"Zayn, he's just tired..." Harry spoke in defense of his blonde friend before Zayn cut him off.

"So he can sleep on the 17 hour flight to Australia!" Zayn protested before turning his eyes back to the Irishman. "Come on. Get dressed."

Niall puffed his lip out in a pouting defense to the group of boys before him. As he began another rebuttle, the sound of a toilet flushing followed the opening of the bathroom door. Liam, who claimed he was going to get ready, stepped out into the room wearing only a pair of black boxer shorts. "I thought you were getting ready?!" Zayn blurted out as his eyebrows knitted together in frustration.

"Ready for bed," he gave a playful smirk to his dark complected friend and crossed the suite until his arms were curled around the waist of the petite blonde from behind. He laid his head on Niall's shoulder to face the other 60% of One Direction. Niall eagerly sunk into his boyfriends defined chest as his cheeks flushed and he glanced down shyly. Niall wasn't afraid to confess his love for Liam -- at all -- but PDA always made him blush.

"WELL," Louis announced as he shot up from the arm chair in the corner of the room, walking toward Harry and Zayn who stood near the doorway. "Let's just leave them to it, yeah?" He spoke while opening his arms and waving Harry and Zayn toward the door like an officer performing crowd control.

"Tomorrow morning!" Zayn pointed at the couple who had since fallen into the bed together. "We're going sight seeing AT LEAST." 

"Okay, Zayn!" Niall laughed softly while he squirmed in Liam's embrace. Liam was nipping cheekily at the blonde's earlobes, which clearly, sent Niall into giggle fits.

"Night, guys!" Louis and Harry both said in unison as Louis followed Harry out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

As Niall heard the click of the lock, he managed to roll over to face his brunette counterpart lazily laid against him. Burying his face into the crook of Liam's neck, Niall's hands were tucked between the two of them as he mumbled into Liam's warm skin. "I don't feel gooooooood," he whined, causing Liam's hands to start traveling down and back the length of his boyfriend's back. 

"What's wrong, babes?" Liam questioned with a concerned tone in his naturally caring voice.

"I dunno," Niall sighed. "I haven't felt well since we got here... I wanna call it jet lag, but it's not jet lag."

"Are you tired? Is it your stomach? Headache, maybe?" Liam asked, his hands still stroking Niall's back.

"... Yes." Niall huffed his reply into Liam's neck before rolling out of his boyfriend's arms and getting up from the bed. "I just don't feel good. I can't necessarily describe what I feel like," he spoke while unzipping his jacket, "but I know I don't feel good." As Niall stripped down to nothing at all, Liam couldn't help himself from grinning.  To Liam, Niall was flawless from head to toe. No imperfection of any kind. To Liam, Niall was God's finest creation and his divine gift to the universe.  "Well hello there," Liam commented cheekily as Niall bent over to put his briefs on, put his bum right in Liam's line of sight.

"Stop that!" Niall laughed as he snapped the elastic of the briefs against his waist. Grabbing one of Liam's hoodies out of his suitcase, he quickly pulled it over his head and crawled back into bed with Daddy Direction. 

"Can't help it," Liam grinned while putting an arm over Niall who quickly curled into his side. "You're just cute," Liam confessed as he kissed Niall's hair, adjusting to better lay with him. Niall had his arm draped over Liam's stomach and his head was resting on Liam's chest while Niall absently danced his finger tips through Liam's happy trail.

The couple laid in silence until the sound of Liam's sleeping body began to snore quietly. Pecking Liam on the chest gently, Niall carefully slid away from Liam and climbed out of the bed. His footsteps echoed through the quiet suite as he made his way to the light switch. After turning the light off, Niall walked over to the window and pulled the curtains aside a bit to look over the bustling streets. He hadn't gotten to see much of it, but he could tell he liked Mexico City. Dropping the curtain back in place, Niall hurried across the dark room and climbed back into bed with Liam. Laying back down in the position he was in before, Liam's arm curled around him once more.

3:30 am

Shooting up in bed, Niall quickly scrambled over Liam and the mess of blankets that they were sleeping it until he fumbled to the floor. Quickly getting to his feet, Niall bolted across the suite and burst through the bathroom doors. In the darkness, Niall crumbled to his knees at the toilet and began vomiting. The slight pain he'd felt in his stomach had now turned into a full on cramp that was forcing his stomach to expel what felt like all the food he'd ever eaten. As Louis came staggering into the bathroom, he flicked on the light and his eyes squinted from the sudden brightness. "Niall? What the hell, m--"

Niall cut off Louis with a loud gagging noise as another wave of vomit hit him, causing him to throw up once again. The boy from Mullingar was sweating profusely and trembling with each wave hitting him. As Louis came to stand behind him, he reached around Niall's head and collected the wet hair out of the Irish boys face. "Shhh," Louis tried to comfort the shaking lad and sunk down to his knees to sit with him as Liam came to the doorway.

"Ni?" Liam questioned in his tired voice as he rubbed his eyes and entered the bathroom, sitting on his knees beside the blonde. When the last of Niall's stomach content was drained from him, he began to dry heave which only caused the poor boy more pain. As Niall couldn't answer, Liam turned his eyes to Louis who gave Liam a confused shrug and a concerned look.

"We should take you to a doctor, mate." Louis said in a worried tone as he brushed his fingers through Niall's hair trying to relax him.

"Lou's right, Niall." Liam seconded as his hand moved up and down Niall's back.

Niall laid his head on the toilet seat, panting heavily as his hand held his pained stomach. "No, no doctors." He protested in a groggy voice, his watery eyes barely open.

"Yes," Louis piped up affirmatively.

"You can't just be throwing up for no reason," Liam protested calmly.

"I probably just had some bad food." Niall retorted

"Niall James Horan," Louis scolded him, extracting a whine from Niall "you're going."

"They won't let me do the show tonight if I go!" Niall raised his head and turned to face Louis as he slumped to the side and fell into Liam who caught him and quickly pulled the sick boy into his arms.

"Or they'll give you medicine and you won't be puking your guts out all day and you'll perform at 110% tonight." Louis quickly responded to Niall, looking to Liam for support. 

Liam was torn between siding with Niall and siding with what was best for Niall. After a reluctant hesitation, Liam spoke. "Lou's right, babe." As Liam pecked Niall's cheek gently, Niall huffed in defeat and nodded his head.

Louis patted Niall's exposed thigh before standing up, "I'll talk to management and see what we can get" As he left the room, he bumped into Harry who was coming to use the restroom. "No, no, other bathroom." He directed his disoriented band mate in the opposite direction and led him through the the dark suite.

Niall squirmed into a more comfortable position between Liam's legs, resting against his boyfriend with his head hanging low. The worst had passed, but now his muscled ached from the mix of vomiting and retching he'd just endured. "I don't like hospitals... They smell like Lysol and death."