One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preference: He Comforts You (4/5)

Niall won by three points!! So here's Niall Horannnnnnn's!!

Your eyes snapped open, an overwhelming feeling brewing in your stomach. A quick glance at the clock told you it was the middle of the night, and Niall's snores confirmed it. You held your aching stomach, squeezing your eyes closed and willing the pain to go away.

The pain tripled, and then you gagged. Oh great. You knew this feeling all too well. Throwing Niall's arm off of me, you bolted to the bathroom, barely having time to drop to your knees before you puked into the toilet. Sweat beads were forming on your forehead as you struggled to hold your stomach and keep your hair out of your face with your hands. You tried to kick the door shut to not wake Niall, but you was too late.

"Princess?" Niall asked tiredly, standing by the door and rubbing his eyes with his fist like a baby. You responded with another round of vomiting, and his eyes suddenly widened, fully awake now. "Baby!" he called, gathering up your hair in his hands and tying it with a ponytail from your wrist.

You finished and leaned back into Niall's chest, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your stomach. "Niall, go back to bed," you hoarsely said, your throat aching. You felt bad; it had to be about three in the morning and Niall was sitting on the bathroom floor with you after you'd just been sick.

Niall filled a glass with water from the sink, and handed it to you. You took small sips, not wanting to anger your already burning throat. "Not a chance, Princess. I'm not going back to sleep while you sit here with a sore throat, upset stomach, and what seems to be a fever," he frowned, feeling your forehead with the back of his hand. To double check, he placed his lips gently to your forehead. "Yes, definitely a fever," he murmured.

You nuzzled back into his chest and gratefully closed your eyes. You hated being woken up in the middle of the night. It took forever to get back to sleep, and was really just a pain in the neck. You tried to stand up, but the motion was acknowledged by another round of sickness.

Once you were finished, Niall picked you up bridal style and carried you back into the bedroom, placing you gently on the bed and tucking you in. He placed a swift kiss to your cheek and left the room, leaving you to snuggle into the pillows and pull the comforter up to your chin. Along with a fever and a stomach bug, it seemed you had the chills too.

Niall returned five minutes later with a cold washcloth and a big bucket. "Here, Princess. Use the bucket so that you don't have to rush out of bed every time you feel sick," he explained, gently placing the cool cloth on your burning head. You could almost hear the sizzle it made when it made contact with your flesh.

"Thanks, Nialler," you said, your voice scratchy. Niall shushed you and yawned, trying to hide it by turning around. "Go to bed, Niall," you whispered.

Niall shook his head stubbornly. "I'm not going to leave you up sick while I peacefully sleep."

"Well sing me a song. You know that knocks me out like a light," you said, coughing towards the end. Your stomach felt better after throwing up three times. You bet you could get a few hours sleep.

"Only if you stop talking," Niall insisted. You nodded, and zipped your lips before throwing the invisible key. "Good," Niall said, climbing into bed and pulling you into his side. His arm was around your waist, rubbing your hip soothingly. He started to hum your favorite song, and when it got to the chorus, he sang it flawlessly into your ear. By the end of the song, you were sound asleep.

Four hours later you woke up, feeling sweaty again. Your stomach flipped, and you immediately leaned over the side of the bed and was sick in the bucket. A warm hand rubbed your back in comfort, and you knew you had woken Niall up again. "Sorry," you mumbled, feeling guilty again that you were depriving Niall of his well-needed sleep.

"Love, you're sick. You can't help it," he assured, peppering kisses all over your face, making you giggle. "There you go. Laughter's the best medicine," he said, chuckling himself. "It seems your fever's gone down a little too."

Niall stood and stretched while you made disgusted faces, trying to get the yucky aftertaste out of your mouth. Niall laughed silently at your faces before kissing your nose and leaving the room. You pouted to yourself and laid back down, switching on the tele. Since it was early, only cartoons were on. So you settled on SpongeBob.

Niall came back ten minutes later, carrying a glass of water and a steaming bowl of something. "Chicken noodle soup," he said. "I brought crackers too. Plain, of course. They should help settle your stomach," he said, trying to sound all medically correct.

You giggled again, and went for the spoon, but Niall slapped your hand away. "Tsk tsk. No, (Y/N). I feed you!" he cried out, overjoyed at performing this simple task for you. You rolled your eyes, but opened your mouth all the same. Niall gently placed a spoonful of soup in, and you gave him a thumbs up as you swallowed. Niall ended up spending the rest of the morning feeding you, holding back your hair, and watching SpongeBob with you.

But it made you fall deeper in love with him anyway.

*****************

So as I mentioned earlier, Crazy Mofo won!!! But Liam's going to be tomorrow, so the Liam girls don't need to fret.

PLEASE VOTE/COMMENT!!! I LOVE TO READ YOUR FEEDBACK!! IT MEANS A LOT WHEN YOU COMMENT AND VOTE!! :D

~Sydney :)