Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

9 Year Old Niall

Louis, Liam, and Harry could definitely agree that it was hard to take care of Niall. Now, he was usually a great kid. With the best grades he, as a 9 year old, could get. And normally awesome eating habits. But sometimes Niall acted up. He would throw fits if he didn't get what he wanted and he would became clingy.

The boys found it especially hard to take care of Niall when he was feeling poorly. Niall became clingy, which was annoying to Harry. He also became very whiny. This was annoying to Louis even though Louis himself was always very whiny. He also became very, very stubborn.

Liam found this to be very frustrating because he liked to keep all of his ducks in a line. He found it to be his responsibility to make sure his boyfriend, his best mate and his son were always at their best and feeling great. He even took great pride in knowing every single, miniature detail that signaled something was wrong with one of his boys.

But Niall didn't exactly like to admit that he was feeling poorly. Just because he usually had something important coming up. Take this day, for example. Niall had been excited the whole week to spend a rare day with his dads. His dads and uncle worked in a band and sometimes took Niall to concerts. But Niall didn't get to see them much.

His babysitter had handed him the phone and he listened to his dad explain that he'd be home in a week and they would all spend a whole week together. Niall and his babysitter had threw a dance party and Liam even agreed to let Niall have 4 scoops of ice cream instead of 2.

Anyways, when Niall woke up the day after his dads and uncle got home, he was feeling off. Not horrible. But absolutely not good. His head had a faint pounding in it and his stomach had a small ache. He just pushed on though and slowly made his way out of bed.

But as Niall made his way own the stairs, a wave of nausea rolled passed him. He stumbled backwards and struggled to gain his balance on the steps. Thankfully, Liam lifted him up playfully. Not even noticing his pale he was and how pink his cheeks were.

"How are you, love?" He tapped Niall's adorable little nose.

"I'm fine, daddy," he rested his heavy head on Liam's shoulder.

"I'm sure you're tired, baby." Liam said referring to how late Niall had stayed up while waiting for his dads to come home.

"Yes daddy."

Liam had already noticed a small difference in the nine year old's excitement for the world. He knew that Niall was very tired though, so he just blew it off.

At breakfast, Niall prodded at his food and just moved it around his plate. It didn't really take the boys long to notice that he wasn't eating but they of course just blew it off and told him to hurry up so they could leave.

"Hey, love!" Louis gave Niall a small kiss and headed to Liam who he gave a big hug.

"Hi, papa.." He mumbled quietly.

"Load up!" Liam called lifting Niall's weak body into their van.

Niall felt nostalgia in this van, for he hadn't been in it in forever. But he also felt nausea because of how horrible he'd been feeling.

"Papa? Can I sit on your lap?" Niall asked as Louis closed the van door.

"I'm sorry, love bug. But that's dangerous."

"But, papaaaaaa! I want to!" Niall whined, kicking his feet into the chair ahead of him.

"Now, now! Do not get fussy with me, or I'll need to pull out The Ticklers. And please don't kick uncle Hazza's seat," Louis ran his fingers through the nine year old's hair.