Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Old Christmas Sick Fic

Ok, I have no idea if I posted this... If this looks familiar, than I have but whatever. It's not really relevant to this time now because it was written around Christmas time. But I found it and I still love it so yeh!

It came at the worst time. The stomach flu hit Niall on Christmas Eve like a hurricane. In Niall's mind there was a bouncy ball in his stomach and someone was obviously messing with his thermostat. Why Christmas Eve? Why not Christmas Eve Eve Eve Eve... Eve? Why not after Christmas?

Niall wanted to call Liam, he really did but Liam was probably with family. Niall, this year, would not go to family. Every flight available was cancelled. Anyways even if Liam could come, Niall wouldn't be able to talk on the phone two minutes without throwing up. Niall just wanted a hug.

With a whimper, Niall lightly and slowly pulled himself from the bed. Hopefully this wouldn't upset his stomach too badly. Maybe he could just call Liam and have Liam comfort him over the phone. Maybe he could give Niall a few suggestions. Now where was his phone at?

It wasn't only his stomach that was bothering him. His head felt like someone decided that it would be a great place for a drum set to be practiced on. One minute Niall felt like he was living in the Sahara Desert and the next he felt like he was living in the Arctic. His whole body ached with sickness and Niall couldn't tell if the room was upside down or if he was.

"LiLi?" Niall whimpered into the phone as he sat on the cool bathroom floor.

"Niall? What's up?" Liam asked.

"I don't feel good, LiLi!" Niall said helplessly.

"Awww, buddy! What's sick?" Liam asked.

"I think I have the stomach flu... I can't stop throwing up," Niall groaned, coughing slightly.

"Are you gonna be sick now?" Liam asked sympathetically.

"I don't know," Niall said a tear cascading down his pale cheek. "I'm by the toilet."

"Take a deep bre-" Liam was cut off by Niall retching.

"Calm down, buddy! I'm kinda far away, but maybe you can come and stay with my family and me?" Liam asked.

Niall considered it greatly. It wasn't too late nor was it too early for him to go there. Yet, it would feel awkward to be throwing up... everything... In his best mate's house.

"Niall? Are you still alive?" Liam asked and Niall coughed again.

"No," Niall whimpered feeling bile rising up with throat.

Niall hadn't eaten anything since the day before and he didn't even want to think about food.

With a sickly burp, Niall pulled the phone from his ear and threw up what may or may not be left in his stomach. It tasted disgusting, burned his throat, and made it nearly impossible to breath. Niall gasped for air as he finally quit retching and throwing up.

"Awww, buddy! I really don't know what to do!"

Niall could tell that he was upsetting Liam. Making him feel bad about not being able to help him.

"Don't worry about it, LiLi," Niall said standing up and flushing the toilet.

"Did you brush your teeth?" Liam asked as Niall tried to walk out the door.

"No..." Niall grumbled.

Niall set the phone on the counter and gagged as he brushed his teeth. When did his toothpaste become so disgusting? He brushed his teeth every day...

"I really wish I could help."

Niall could tell there was a deep frown on Liam's face. Niall felt horrible for making one of his best mates feel bad.

"Maybe Louis could come over and get you? He's closer than me," Liam suggested.

"I just want a hug," Niall sobbed.

"I'm sending someone over" Liam concluded.

"Bye buddy."

"Bye," Niall snuggled into his bed.

Niall could just sleep now. The boys all had spare keys to reach other's houses. He usually just tries to sleep as much as he can with the stomach flu. He thought that maybe if he slept, he wouldn't throw up as much. But usually it ended up that it didn't make any difference.

Niall woke up to a cool hand resting on his face. He groaned and whimpered, rubbing his turning stomach.

"You've got a fever," Niall heard Harry whisper.

"I have a tummy ache," Niall said coughing and gagging.

"Nialler," Harry sympathized standing Niall up and leading him to the bathroom.

"Can I have a hug?" Niall requested.

"Of course, Ni."

Niall could barely hold his tired eyes open. Why was everything so hard? Niall suddenly realized he might be ruining his friend's Christmas Eve

"Thank you" Niall whispered into the younger boy's shoulder.

"Shut up. You're gonna make yourself sick," Harry sassed, lightly kissing the top of Niall's head.

Somehow, just that one hug was enough to lift Niall's spirits and it honestly made him feel so much better.

"I wish I could help you," Harry said holding the blonde boy close.

"You are. All I wanted was a hug," Niall whimpered, weakly pulling away from Harry

Harry reached up a hand and lightly pulled Niall's wet fringe away from his sweaty forehead. Even though he was younger than Niall, he felt like a father. He knew Niall was in pain and discomfort and all he wanted to do was make him feel better.

"Hazza..." Niall whimpered pulling away from Harry's warm, comforting body and hovered his head over the toilet.

"Hazza Bear! I want it to stop," Niall whimpered retching.

"I know, you'll feel better after it," Harry explained rubbing Niall's back.

"False alarm," Niall leaned back into Harry's arms.

"You have nothing left to throw up," Harry reasoned logically.

"Thanks for being with me Hazza," Niall whispered his eyes shutting.

"You're welcome."

Niall fell asleep quickly, feeling his tired body fall deeper into sleep. The next day Niall was feeling better enough to celebrate Christmas with his friends.
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I kind of didn't know how to end this but it was really cute and I'm pretty proud of it!

xD Go Read a Book.
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