Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Request From luke_an_madi_4_ever

Niall POV
"Man! That show was sick!" Louis laughed.

The other lads nodded in agreement. I had gone quiet as soon as the show ended, considering I was feeling quite sick.

"The fans were super loud, right Nialler?" Liam asked, wrapping an arm around my slouching shoulder.

"Yeh, Li."

My hands were shaking terribly and I felt my voice shake with it. My brain was foggy as if I'd just woken up.

"Y'alright?"

Despite my horrible headache and sore throat, I nodded silently. Liam didn't seem too convinced, but still left me alone so as not to irritate me. He left his comforting arm around my shoulder and self consciously rubbed it.

"What are you getting?" Harry asked nosily studying the page of my menu.

"I.. I d-dunno," I whimpered, looking into Harry's green eyes.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked studying my obviously pale face.

Tears suddenly welled up in my blue eyes as I shook my head. I had to admit that I was feeling horrid no matter how much I didn't want to. Harry's face softened at the sight in front of him. And I don't know why, but I burst into tears. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed quietly.

"Niall! What's wrong?" Louis stood up from his side of the booth and rushed to me.

We were both on the outside so he easily pushed Harry and I in and side hugged me.

"I.. D-don't feel good!" I said into his t-shirt.

He felt my forehead and demanded Liam to feel it as well. They both agreed that I had a slight fever but told me to tell them what felt sick.

"M-my throat hurts and my head. My tummy kinda hurts..."

Harry reached over and slipped a hand under my jumper. Once his cool fingertips touched my hot skin, I shivered violently. He rubbed circles into my tummy.

"You can have some soup. It's really good here," Louis left my side and returned to Liam's who was scanning the menu one last time.

I picked around my chicken soup, slightly disgusted with everything in it. I don't know why, but I felt like I'd already eaten steak. I take that back. Seven steaks. My stomach was aching and I felt like just falling asleep.

"How's the soup?"

"Can... Can I be d-done?" I asked quietly.

Liam lowered his fork and frowned. It was the frown he always put on when he was entering 'Daddy Direction' mode.

Check his fever, will ya?" He told Harry.

Yup. Daddy direction mode engaged.

"He's really hot."

Louis snickered and glanced upwards to Harry. Harry only blushed and facepalmed.

"Not like that, you... Butts!" I giggled a little but ending up coughing.

I ended up falling asleep on Liam's shoulder after we got back into the tour bus. The couch just felt so comfy and Liam took me into his arms because I'd told him that I was getting nauseas. Sleep was my only answer as I snuggled up to Liam's chest.

'Liam's a good pillow,' I thought to myself.

I woke up with a jolt as a shiver ran down my spine.

'Where am I?'

My head pounded and I winced in pain. My whole body was covered in sweat. I shivered again and wrapped my blanket farther around my body. My throat got tight and my mouth started to water. Suddenly, I was fully aware of what was about to happen even though my mind wasn't registering where I was.