Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Request From horan_hannah

"Morning, babe," Harry lightly pecked his boyfriend's soft lips.

"Morning!" Niall cheerfully turned around and tangled his hands into Harry's chocolate curls.

Niall had decided to spend the weekend with Harry because they hadn't spent enough time together. But he really needed to pick a jacket up that he'd left at Liam's flat during guys night.

"You'll come back later, right?" Harry pouted slightly.

"Course! I wouldn't want my Hazza Bear to be lonely," Niall cooed, turning back to his toast.

"Be sure to be back by two. It's supposed to storm," Harry worried.

"I will, Hazzy! Don't worry about me!" Niall giggled.

He finished buttering his toast and sat down next to Harry at the table. They both discussed each other's plans for the day. Niall's were to pick up his jacket from Liam's flat and come right back to Harry's, while Harry merely had plans to clean up the living room.

Niall slipped his shoes on and blew a kiss to Harry.

"I love you," Niall cuddled into Harry's shoulder affectionately.

"I love you too," Harry sighed, silently begging Niall not to let go.

They both loved the warm embrace that was their hug. The tingling sensation where Harry's fingers touched Niall's neck. And Harry most certainly loved the warm feeling in his heart.

Harry suddenly felt lonely as he watched Niall saunter through his driveway towards Liam's flat. It was fairly close, about five blocks away. He flounced on the couch but decided he couldn't let himself sulk the whole time Niall was gone. He promised himself he would clean the living room. So that's what he did. He organized the room, forcing him to forget about the absence of Niall. And Niall had promised to be back later.

"Oh my god!" Harry gasped as he sniffed a pair of socks he'd found underneath his black leather couch. "Definitely Louis' socks!"

Harry threw the socks into a dirty clothes basket and sighed. He hated being without Niall. But he could deal. He'd been without him for weeks, so a few hours wouldn't be hard, right?

Niall reached Liam's flat and stepped quickly up the long set of stairs.

To Liam:
I'm here just wanted to let ya know

A few moments later, Liam's door opened and he rubbed his nose.

"You picked a bad day to come get your jumper, mate..." Liam's voice was nasally and hoarse.

"Are you alright, Li?" Niall's hand rested firmly on Liam's shoulder.

"I'm fine. But I don't you to get the flu too. It's getting pretty nasty..."

Niall grabbed Liam's wrist and pulled him towards the silver stairs. "You need some sleep, mate. I could make you some soup?" Niall asked and sat Liam down in his bed.

"You don't have to. I'm sure you wanna snog Harry," Liam winked but crawled weakly under his covers.

Niall rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore Liam's cheeky comment.

"You've got a fever! How bad do you feel? You're so pale!" Niall rambled as he felt Liam's forehead.

"I feel fine, Niall."

Niall spent hours at Liam's house, trying to make sure Liam was okay. Because, as many times as Liam insisted that he was feeling fine, he really wasn't. He had a horrifying cough and his face was about as pale as a ghost. He even threw up once! And Niall couldn't just leave poor Payno all alone! Especially when he thought about all of the times that Liam had helped him.

"Alright, I'm gonna head home now, is that fine?" Niall asked.

He draped his jacket over his shoulder and slipped his shoes on.

"Mhm..." Liam sleepily mumbled.

Niall smiled and made his way out the door. He rushed down the steps and down the street. But he knew hed taken too long. Way too long. The grey cloud over him started to pour rain over him and all of the buildings.

He tried to rush back to Harry's but he still got drenched. The rain soaked him from head to toe. It pelted him with droplets that couldn't couldn't even be described as an elephant's tears. It was raining more than cats and dogs, it was pouring out. Niall's hair was matted down to his forehead and with every hasty step he made, water squished in his shoes.

He shivered as he opened Harry's door. There was no need to knock. He was Harry's boyfriend. He had rights.

"Baby!" Harry rushed to Niall, worry etched into his face. "You're soaked!"

"I'm fre-ezing," Niall shivered and wrapped his arms around himself.

The jacket that he'd retrieved was just as wet as he was. Which was soaked to the bone. As if he'd jumped into a swimming pool and gotten out without a towel.

"Let's get you into some new clothes, I don't want you to catch a cold," Harry whispered, leading Niall upstairs. "What took so long, love?"

"L-liam was si-ck... So I wanted to make h-him feel better a-a-and I lost track of time," Niall shivered fiercly.

Harry sighed as he pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt for Niall to wear. They'd probably be a bit big on Niall's small, fragile body but they'd have to do. Better than him catching a cold, Harry supposed.

"Here you go, love. Oh, and here's a short for under the sweatshirt."

Niall pulled his shirt off of his body as Harry exited the room. It clung to him like a.... something that clings to you. (I'm a great writer! xD jk) He dried the water droplets off with a towel and slipped on the blue tee shirt. Then he slid his wet skinny jeans off. Which, if you've ever had wet skinny jeans on, you'll know are extremely hard to get off. Well, let's be real here, skinny jeans are hard to get off in general.

Finally when he finished getting changed, Niall plodded down the steps.

"Oh, my love! You look adorable," Harry cooed, surveying Niall as he entered the living room.

The sweatpants were pooling at his feet and he had the draw string pulled almost as tight as it could go. The shirt that was slightly big on Harry, was so big, it almost covered his whole bum. But the sweatshirt was the cutest. The sleeves were just a bit too long so they hung slightly over his hands.

"I know!" Niall giggled and made Harry wrap his arms around him.

"Are you feeling vain today?" Harry smiled and rested his head on the small boy's blonde head.

"Mhm," Niall mumbled.

He felt warm and safe in Harry's embrace. Like nothing could hurt him ever. Nothing was going to make him upset or sad. And he would never be cold. Ever ever ever.

"Can you cuddle me? Because I'm adorable?" Niall pouted and Harry giggled.

"I'll cuddle you anytime," Harry confessed as they both cuddled into the couch.

"Well, I was thinking we could just order some pizza?" Harry suggested as he and Niall discussed dinner plans.

Harry wasn't really feeling up to cooking anything and Niall didn't want sandwiches. So Harry decided that offering pizza to Niall might be a good idea. Niall smiled and nodded.

"I love pizzzzzzaaaa!" Niall moaned as he bit into his pizza.

"Me too, love. I've had a wonderful night with you," Harry leaned over and kissed Niall's lips. "But do you know what I love even more?"

"No."

"You."
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I really hope you like it Hannah! This was actually super hard to write especially since I have stupid writers block!

xD Go Read a Book.

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