Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Request from Teeloganroryflanagan

    "You have a call in the main office," your professor said after putting the phone down and pointing to you.

"Me?" You asked scared.

"Yes you. Hurry along, we have another lesson to complete!" He pushed.

"Yes sir."

    "I have a call?" You asked entering the office with fright.

"Yes dear, here you go," the secretary handed you the phone and smiled apologetically. "I hope he feels better."

Your eyebrows furrowed and you held the phone shakily to your ear.

"Hello?"

"Of thank goodness!" Your mom signed with relief on the other end. "I need to you to come to the hospital as quick!"

"Why?" You asked feeling mysterious tears gathering in your eyes.

"Your brother! He's really sick and... They... Oh my gosh!" She sobbed.

"Give me dad."

"Hey sweety," he sounded tired. "Your brothers really not well and they put him on the hospital but we have to go on our business trip or we'll be fired. We were wondering if you could come down and be with him?"

"Dad! It's the middle of final exams!" You whimpered.

"I know hun but... Please?"

"Fine!" You groaned feeling defeated.

    "I'm here to see Niall Horan," you sighed as the secretary flipped through files on the computer.

"First door on the right," she grumbled.

"Y/N! Oh my baby girl!" Your mom yelled as you opened the door.

"Sis?" Niall whispered.

"I'm here buddy. I'm here," you assured quietly.

"My stomach hurts!" He groaned.

    He was about as pale as the sheets that were over him, he had dark circles under his dull eyes.

"You look like crap, little buddy," you told him kissing his hot cheek.

"I passed out and mom flipped," he rasped closing his eyes.

"Mom and dad are making me stay with ya, okay?" I asked him and he nodded.

"Are you gonna stay with me even when I throw up?" He asked
innocently.

"Of course!" You said rubbing his stomach.

    "Y/N?" Niall whispered moving slightly in the hospital bed.

You were half asleep and laying in the chairs in front of his bed.

"Hmm?"

"I think I'm gonna..." He suddenly doubled inner the side of the bed and threw up all over the floor.

"Oh my god!" You yelled jumping up and pushing the nurse button.

"How can I he- Oh my goodness sweetheart!" She exclaimed sitting Niall up.

"I'm so sorry!" He sobbed clutching his aching stomach.

    "How are you feeling?" I asked as Niall glared at me.

"Like f*cking s*it," he groaned falling into the couch. "I'm just sore though."

"I'm sorry, buddy. Do you want some soup?" You asked kissing his pink cheek.

"When is mom coming home?" (I'm sorry... I'm American)

"I don't know but all I know is that you are adorable when you feel like crap," you smiled and brushed hair out of his face.
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    Happy Thanksgiving! I'm sorry this is crap...

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