Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

"Tough Guy Not So Tough?"

Niall was always considered one of the 'tough guys' in your school. The type that gets tattoos. Or detentions for telling someone that he'd send them to the hospital. He didn't ever get his homework done nor did he even bother to show up to class on time to receive his homework. He was probably too busy writing profanity on the bleachers.

He was also classified as the type of person to throw the first punch in a fight. And to overall win a fight. He swore a lot. Even in class which was against the classroom rules. But I doubt he was even listening to the rules on the first day because he was too busy thinking about who he was going to send to the hospital this time.

Now you. You were classified one of the nerds of the school. You had hipster glasses and billions of books. Your grades? Straight A's. But you weren't the person everyone thought you were. You had a group of friends that brought out your crazy side. They took your quiet side and sent it flying out the window.

Today, the teacher was droning on in a lesson on the Iroquois Indians. You couldn't count on two hands how many times he'd emphasised that it's pronounced Iroquois but the S is silent. It was actually quite funny how mad he got when one of the kids would raise their hands and pronounce it wrong. Of course, you already knew about the Iroquois Indians because you'd done a school project on then during 5th grade.

"No comments from the peanut gallery?" Your teacher glared over at Niall who shook his head silently.

He was actually beginning to scare you because, as the teacher had said, he usually comments on every single sentence. But today he was quiet and he even showed up to class EARLY! You were the only one in class and you were just reading. He was silent and just put his head down.

You kept an eye on Niall because you had a funny feeling that something wasn't right. The teacher kept looking at him as if expecting him to just start yelling. You noticed how pale he'd gotten. And he looked like he might fall asleep any second. Which was usual.

Towards the end of the lesson he raised his hand quickly. You could see the look of panic across his face.

"Yes, Mr. Horan?" The teacher asked, annoyed.

You suddenly knew what was going on.

"May I please use the restroom!" He blurted out.

He was about to throw up. And if he didn't get up soon, he'd be throwing up on the floor.

"Can't you just wait until the lesson is over?"

Niall shook his head and suddenly bent over the side of his desk, throwing up all over the floor.

"Oh my.. Niall!" The teacher rushed to him with a trashcan. "Ok, I need someone to take him to the office, please.. Y/N!"

You stood up and held the trashcan for Niall as he threw up for the second time. He was obviously super uncomfortable and looked like he was about to cry.

You almost carried him to the office considering he became super weak. You were surprised to find out that he was really light.

"I'm s-so sorry! My m-mam she made m-me come to... Sch-ool!" He sobbed.

You LOVED how he called his mom 'mam'. It was absolutely amazing.

"It's okay, love." You reassured giving him a light smile.

"I told h-her that I-I didn't feel g-good but sh-he wouldn't l-lis-ten!" He cried into your shoulder as you entered the office.

"What have we here?" The receptionist asked standing up to help you hold Niall up.

"Niall threw up, and he's crying really bad. I don't know what to do!" You burst out and Niall quieted down.

The receptionist helped Niall lay down and get comfortable. He had stopped sobbing but you could tell he was in pain. He was almost writhing in pain.