What We're Gonna Be- Niall Horan (Sequel to I Wanna Save You Tonight)

Chapter 17

Class ended and Louis and I walked out of the room to see Niall and Orla waiting for us. Niall grinned as I walked over to him, and he gave me a kiss.

“Right, we’re going the other way, see you tomorrow,” Orla smiled, as Louis was concentrating on his phone.

As they walked off, my phone went off, it was a text from Louis.

Tommo- if you need me, ring me:)

Me- okay:) thanks lou x

Niall threw his arm round my shoulder.

“How was class then?” he asked as we walked out of the corridor and into the fresh air.

“It was boring. As usual. But I think Chris and Mark have given up now? They just didn’t turn around once to look at me, and I haven’t seen them all day. Maybe they’ve realised that they’re not going to get to me anymore. And now I’ve realised, that I’m also not going to let them get to me, there’s no point. What are they going to do?” I smiled, telling all the truth. From now on I was just going to ignore them.

“Well, I still don’t want you near them, you know,” Niall sighed as we made our way to the front door.

“I know, and I don’t particularly want to be near them either, but I’m not going to let them bother me the way that they used to, and I don’t need to be protected all the time now either, I can fight my own battles now,” I smiled.

“Okay, I love you,” Niall grinned as I unlocked the door to the house.

We walked in and once again, Niall made a beeline for the kitchen, but this time I found myself not following him. I haven’t been hungry in a couple of weeks, and I’ve only been eating small amounts, but I have stayed the same weight? I guess it was just probably recent stress.

“You want anything babe?” Niall called from the kitchen.

“Nahh I’m not very hungry but thanks anyway,” I yelled back as he came in with a sandwich.

“Are you okay? I have noticed that you’re not eating a lot at the moment, there’s nothing wrong, is there?” Niall asked, concern written all over his face.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, I just-“ I was interrupted by a sudden feeling of sickness washing over me. I lept off the sofa, covering my mouth, running to the nearest bathroom. I fell to my knees at the toilet and started to throw up repetitively. Niall appeared at the door.

“Holy shit,” he exclaimed before dropping to the floor with me, taking my hair and pulling it out of my face.

After a few minutes I stopped throwing up.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, wiping my mouth and flushing the toilet. I turned to Niall who looked at me in shock and his face was very white looking. “Niall, calm down, I’m fine, I think I just have a virus,” I said as he helped me off the bathroom floor.

“Come on, I’m taking you to bed,” he whispered, as he took my hand and held my waist helping me up the stairs.

Instead of going to my room which the both of us now shared, he took us to his room, which was now unused.

“Wait there,” he said before running off.

A few minutes later he came back with my favourite t shirt of his, my fluffy socks, a hot water bottle and a glass of water. I quickly changed into the clothes and got into the bed. He got in with me and wrapped his arms around me.