Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Babysitting

"There shouldn't be any complications and if there is, my number is on the fridge," Maura said putting on her coat at the front door.

"Have a great time Mrs. Horan," I smiled.

"Oh I will, dear."

Mrs. Horan had called me to babysit her eight year old son, Niall, while she went out for the night. He was already asleep so it would be a pretty easy and I would just watch TV and play my phone until she came home at about midnight. The last time I'd babysat for him, he'd been a complete angel so now he'd been a sleeping one.

I plopped on the couch and sighed. It's gonna be a long night. It was a Friday so it wasn't unusual for me to have a babysitting job this late. Most parents want to go out on a Friday but are stopped by having children to young to be alone. It wasn't usually hard because the kids almost always sleeps through the whole visit and most parents don't leave me with sick kids.

About an hour and a half later there was a startling scream from upstairs. Then a long heart wrenching sob. The kind a terrified child would do.

"MOMMY!" Niall wailed his voice breaking.

"Hey, hey, hey!" I soothed running into his room and flicking on the light. "Calm down little man!"

"Where's my mommy!" He sobbed desperately.

"She's went out sweety. What happened?"

"M-my mommy says I have n-night terrors, and it was really scary!" He started sobbing again.

"It's alright, sweety! Let's talk," I suggested knowing that this would get his mind off of his night terror.

"My name is Niall James Horan. What's yours?" He asked cutely.

His blonde hair was laid flat down on his sweaty forehead.

"My name is Y/N. Come here little man," I said leading him to the small bathroom connecting to his space themed room.

"My mommy says I shouldn't go with strangers," he said with an adorable pout.

"I'm your babysitter, not a stranger."

I lifted his light body and set him on the counter rummaging in the linen closet for a small cloth.

"Do you often have night terrors?" I asked wetting a light salmon colored rag.

"Yeah, and my tummy hurts after," Niall confessed kicking his small feet on the wooden counter.

"Are you still scared?"

I rubbed the cool cloth across his small forehead and rubbed his back.

"Yeah. I think he's coming to get me," Niall shivered, looking up with pleading eyes.

"Come here," I hugged him and lifted him up still running his back.

I felt bad for him especially because he didn't have his mom to comfort him while he was upset. He started to seem distraught again.

"When is my mommy coming home?" He asked his eyes becoming watery.

"I don't know, but maybe we could cuddle until then?" I suggested.

"I want my m-mommy and my tummy hurts!" He sobbed as I rested him on the bed.

"Awww!" I rubbed circles in his stomach and covered up his shivering body.

"Can you close my curtain? He's trying to look inside!" Niall cried. "Be careful! He might grab you!"

"Oh! I'll be very careful!" I promised.

Niall's eyes started to close and he started nodding off, resting his head in the crook of my shoulder. I actually started to feel heavy myself, feeling my eyes start to close too.

"Y/N, dear. Wake up," Mrs. Horan whispered.

I only yawned and sat up, carefully removing Niall's head from my chest.

"Why are you in here?" She asked giving Niall a light but loving kiss.

"He told me he had a night terror and his stomach hurt," I said quietly.

"Of all nights," she sighed heavily.

"Thank you so much again. And sorry for the minor setback."

"You're very welcome. Call me anytime!" I told her shutting the door and walking towards my car.

"What an exhausting night!" I whispered to myself.
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Hiiiiii! I myself have experienced many many MANY night terrors and I always wake up with a deathly screaming. I remember how bad they were. they're so unexpected and terrifying.

Comment:
Do you have night terrors?