Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

"Don't Kill Each Other!"

Niall POV
"I'm gonna be sick," I said quietly as the boys played FIFA. I'd only been feeling sick for a few minutes but in those few minutes, my upset stomach had escalated to my stomach doing acrobatics.

"Seriously?" Liam asked turning around. His face showed pure disbelief in my previous statement.

I nodded, silently panicking. I pulled myself off the couch and rushed to the downstairs bathroom. Liam was hot on my tail as I dropped in front of the toilet and gagged.

"How long have you been feeling unwell?" Liam asked as I finished throwing up.

"A few minutes ago, but I sorta feel better," I told him, drying my watery eyes.

"Are you sure?" He asked slipping his warm hand under my jumper.

"Yeah," I smiled uneasily.

I really was telling the truth. My stomach felt so much better now that I'd thrown up, which was weird. I figured that I would feel tired and achy. Liam stood me up and I glanced at the boys, standing at the door.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked fearfully.

"I feel better now," I admitted.

"Why don't we take it easy? Watch a movie or something?" Liam suggested as I sat on the couch again.

"That's sounds great!" Louis smiled.

"Niall, you're a bit feverish," Liam rested his hand on my cheek.

I shrugged and dropped my head to his shoulder. Louis had just put in some movie that I honestly probably wouldn't watch much of. I would most likely end up falling asleep on Liam's shoulder.

"I'm cold," I complained sleepily as Liam took my blanket off.

"You're sweating," he told me quietly.

I must have fallen asleep because it was darker and the ending of the movie was on. I realized that I was feeling even worse than before. My head hurt and my stomach was rolling. I whimpered, wanting to hint that I was feeling sick. Liam was the only one awake but he looked like he could fall asleep anytime.

"You okay?" he rubbed my arm.

I only shook my head and groaned.

"I feel like I need to take your temperature."

"My... My tummy h-hurts," my lip quivered ever so slightly.

"C'mere," Liam demanded and I ducked under his arm. "You head is burning."

"I don't feel good," I whined.

He nodded and closed his eyes, almost involuntarily. I didn't dare disturb him. He seemed completely exhausted. I only slipped out from under his arm and threw a protective arm around my tossing stomach. I rushed to the bathroom after carefully getting off the couch. Throwing myself over the toilet, I retched.

After throwing up the remaining food left in my body, I leaned away from the toilet. My whole body ached from getting sick.

"Ha..." My voice was almost below a whisper.

I cleared my throat. "Harry," I whined and I heard rustling in the living room.

"Niall?" A tired voice asked.

Harry came in front of the doorway and squinted at the light. "Were you sick?"

I nodded and he kneeled beside me.

"Do you still feel sick?" He asked.

Again, I nodded. Leaning into him, I groaned. "Hazza..."

He slipped his hand around my back and rubbed comforting circles into my stomach.