Niam One Shots

5- Shelter

5- Shelter

(Niall's POV):

Really, it was probably my fault. I wasn't looking out for Harry--everyone knows Styles sucks at football. He's just...awful. His body is too skinny, and he's too tall to work his awkward limbs.

So when the football came hauling toward me during practice while I was on break stretching, I wasn't expecting it. I flew back from the impact and heard many people gasping. I sat there staring at the sky with a blank mind, unable to gasp what had just happened.

"...Heads up!" I heard Harry faintly yelp. Suddenly the entire team was circled around me, giving me space while the coach checked me.

"Horan, are you alright?" He asked me, putting a light hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah coach, why?" I scrunched my eyebrows, confused.

"Okay, we need to get you cleaned up and to your parents. I'm only sending you home because I know your mother is a nurse and can take care of you." He pointed a finger at me.

I nodded, still confused as to what was wrong with me. He helped me up, and once on my feet I pressed a hand to my face where I felt a throbbing pulse. I pulled my fingers away from my eyebrow to see blood dripping down my hand and to my wrist.

I paused for a second before the coach tried to pull me to the bench, losing my footing and almost falling completely.

"We need someone to get him to the bathroom! Payne! Get over here!" Liam jogged over to us and pulled me from coach's arms, giving me a small grimace at the blood.

"Payne, can you manage to carry him to the bathroom and clean him up?" Coach asked. Liam nodded. "I can also get him home. Our mums should be at his house right now, anyway."

"Thank you lad, I appreciate it. Best of luck, Horan--keep some ice on that head of yours." Coach patted my shoulder before Liam scooped me up in his arms like a baby. I didn't complain though, Liam was the only person allowed to carry me like this.

"Oh my God Niall...I'm so sorry mate...I don't know why coach keeps me on the team!" Harry continued apologizing as he walked along with Liam and I.

"Don't worry Harry, it's fine. It was an accident, I'm not upset." I assured the boy who looked close to tears.

He gave me a quick hug, sniffling, before apologizing again and walking away. I sighed and Liam looked down at me.

"You know, Ni, the blood actually brings out the blue in your eye." He commented, smiling a bit. I laughed, shaking my head.

"Only you would try to make me smile after being bashed in the face with a football." I reached a hand up, putting it on his cheek before letting it slide off.

"Yeah but it worked, didn't it?" He winked cheekily, before laughing some more. I sighed, smiling as we got to the bathroom. He kissed my cheek before setting my down on a sink.

He went into his gym bag and brought out the first aid kit he carried seeing as I was always the one injured during sports.

"Remember that one time during lacrosse where you got hit in the forehead from across the field?" Liam asked and shook his head, smiling at the memory of how we met--he cleaned my face up after the accident, as he always does now.

"Or the time when Tomlinson swung dramatically in baseball and whacked me in the face with the bat?" I asked, wincing at the memory. That hurt like a bitch.

"Oh yes I remember that, it was horrible to clean up." Liam sighed, getting out a clean flannel cloth and soaking it in warm water mixed with coconut scented soap--my favorite, as Liam had quickly discovered.

"Thanks for taking care of me Liam." I whispered as he got close to my face, gently wiping up the blood that just kept flowing from my head.

"That's what boyfriends are for, Ni." He smiled softly, running the thumb of his hand across my cheek. I smiled, kissing his lips gently before sitting straight and letting him continue.

While he worked on wiping dirt and blood off my face, I stared at his face. I looked at his lips which looked (and are) so plump and soft, his flawless skin. He had a little bit of stubble growing in, I ran my fingers across it. My eyes trailed up to his messy, thick eyebrows...the ones that caught my attention the first time he cleaned my injuries.

I looked at the curve of his button nose, finding it totally cute. Finally I looked at his hair which was short and wavy. Due to him sweating at practice, it had kind of curled more than waved--which I love.

His hair was beautiful, but he planned on shaving it for football season. I looked back to his mouth and smiled, remembering our first kiss. His mouth curved into a smile as well as I stared at him.

"What are you looking at Ni?" He whispered, still working on my forehead.

"You." I whispered, grinning at how blessed I was to have him. He grinned back, not saying anything.

I turned back to my staring, taking in his broad shoulders, and biceps. I pictured how they contract when he's stretching, or during swim season. Next came his tummy which was exposed, as he took off his shirt for me to put behind my head as I leaned against the cold mirror.

I looked at the defined muscle on his abdomen that was rock hard and warm. Memories of Liam and I flooded through my head of me on my back in his bed with him over me. How the cold wind blowing through the window made me shiver as it blew against my sweaty body.

The way Liam pushed in and out of me slowly, causing us labored breaths. I had watched the way the light of the full moon lit up his stomach, showing me the trail of hair and sweat there.

I remembered how Liam whispered how much he loved me, kissing me passionately as we gave ourselves up to each other.

I came back to reality, still watching Liam as he gently cleaned me up. He had put healing ointment on my eyebrow, mumbling something about possible scarring before placing tape stitches.

I smiled when he pulled back and washed his hands.

"Thank you, Li." I said, getting off the sink. I got blood rush as I stood, leaning against Liam for support. He finished washing his hands and put his arms around my waist.

I put my cheek against his chest above his heart, wrapping my arms loosely around him. He kissed my head, swaying us a little bit and just holding me. We stayed like that for a while before he put his shirt back on.

After helping me into his car, he drove us to my house where our mothers were waiting. They took one look at me before sighing and preparing the stuff to tend to me.

My mum complimented Liam on his clean, precise work, claiming that he had done 80% of her job already. They then shooed us off to shower together, both very well knowing we had gone all the way and preferring to let Liam take care of me.

In the shower, Liam had scrubbed me clean before leaving me to sit in the bench-cubby inside the shower while he washed himself up. Many kisses and sleepy smiles later, we made it down stairs where there was tea and medical related stuff waiting for us.

The entire time Liam stayed by my side, cuddling me and giving me kisses when the headache pain kicked in. I smiled sleepily up to him from where my cheek was against his shoulder.

"I love you Liam, thank you for always taking care of me." I whispered, gazing into his eyes. He kissed my forehead softly, making me sigh happily.

"I love you too, Ni. Get some sleep, I will be right here when you wake up." He moved my head to his lap, stroking gently at my hair until I fell asleep.

Through the throbbing of my head and the pulsing of my temple, I found shelter in Liam.