Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

The Thirteenth Show ||•Rewrite•||

Thirteen. It's believed by most to be an unlucky number. Coincidentally, Apollo 13 was the only Apollo mission that failed. Friday the thirteenth is an unlucky and scary day in multiple cases. Just remind yourself not to go camping on that day. The last and most important thing. 13 is the age that kids turn into teens. *Shudders* ugh.

The lads only joke about thirteen, but with their tour schedule being busier than ever, they'd even forgotten what day it was. It sounds silly to say but, Niall couldn't remember if it was a Sunday or a Monday. Whatever it was, he was busy.

The lads had about three hours of free time, which was a record to be honest. Usually they had only 45 minutes to get dressed and their hair done. So three hours was exciting to all of them. They didn't even bother caring about the thirteenth because it was never really a problem. And besides luck really seemed to be on their side at the moment.

Niall decided to spend his time with the fans. They deserved to be rewarded before the show too. He made his way down the two sets of stairs and stopped at the bottom. He decided to just go to the fence and take a few pictures with the girls. They were all sitting down on blankets and playing with their phones, when they noticed him.

Harry, Liam, and Louis decided to spend their time quite differently. They decided that relaxing was their best approach. They were all in one dressing room kicking back, and chatting. Louis' feet were crossed over each other on the table, as he made conversation to Harry. Harry was curled up on the couch with Liam who was sleeping lightly on the younger boy's stomach.

They all seemed to be enjoying themselves. Well that is until the disasters started occurring. Unwanted and certainly not expected.

You made your way to meet Niall at the lift. He was supposed to be coming up from his fan visits because the boys had gotten some food from Paul. (I love Paul! So he's sorta in here.) But for some reason he was taking long than usual. He said he was going to take the lift for food's sake. Weirdo.

After waiting for five minutes, the lift door opened. And out piled a ton of people including Niall. But he had big, fat tears streaming down his face. He immediately rushed into your arms and sobbed.

"My innocent baby! Did the lift get stuck?" You questioned rubbing his shaking back.

"I... can't b-breath!" He sobbed his whole body shaking.

"Oh, my love! Calm down, babe. You'll make yourself sick," you soothed running your fingers through Niall's sweaty, blonde hair.

You looked up from Niall's sweaty palms to Louis. He had just run up to you and Niall. He was panting hard.

"What's... taking so.... so long?" He sat down to catch his breath.

"Ummm... well the lift got stuck and Niall's not... Niall," you explained.

"Hey! I have an idea! How about... we race! Huh, Nialler?" Louis suggested. "See who can get to the dressing room first?"

Niall smiled and nodded, his competitive side peaking through.

"I'm gonna beat you so bad!" Louis boasted.

"Not even in your dreams, Tommo!" Niall retorted, laughing.

"On your marks... get set.... GO!" You yelled.

Both boys took off, Louis already in the lead. Niall was never a fast runner. If the lads were running, Liam would always lag behind just so Niall didn't feel left out. But this time, Niall didn't have anybody. He was racing and, in fact, losing.

Louis didn't even have time to think when that door slammed open and a man who worked at the building stepped out.

"Sorry sir," he said coldly to Louis and walked away.