Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

I Missed You

Niall POV
    "Hello?" I groaned picking up my phone without opening my eyes. Who the heck was calling me at four in the morning?

"Nialler?" I recognized the voice. The deep, husky voice that I once heard every single day. The breath was knocked away from me as I pulled the phone from my ear and looked at the contact name.

"H-Hazza?" I whimpered, sitting up in bed. But it couldn't be. I hadn't talked to him, or anyone from the band, since we split up years ago. I combed a hand through my messy hair and took a shaky breath.

"I miss you," Harry cried. My breathing started to quicken and I felt my chest tighten. I couldn't even breath so there was no chance of me talking. "And... I'm sorry that I'm calling so early. I'm in California and i-it's only eight here."

"I missed you too, Hazza!" I suddenly sobbed. I don't know whether it was becuase I'm extremely tired or that I just really missed him but I shook with sobs.

    "Ni, please don't cry! I...." he took a small breath. "I wanna meet up with the boys and you. But I have to talk to them too." I felt my heart drop. Oh how I wanted to see Liam. His sweet puppy dog eyes. And oh, how I wanted to hear Louis' angelic laugh. And I wanted to just wanted to cuddle into Liam's arms and hug him as tight as I could but never, and I mean NEVER let go.

    "Ok. And Haz?" I asked a sudden smile appearing on my face.

"Yes, Nialler?"

"Please don't call at four in the morning next time," I giggled. And Harry laughed. That wonderful laugh that I swore I'd never hear again.

    I made a plan. It was the only thing I could do while I was trying to go back to sleep even though I was wide awake. I planned to call up the boys about two days before the time we meet and tell them that I think I'm too sick to travel. I know they'd be worried and all but wouldn't it be just great to see the look on their faces when I show up at the meeting place and surprise them? I know it's mean but, I also know they'll be so happy to see me.

    It had been a week since Harry had called me and we were all buzzing to meet each other. We had all decided to fly to where Louis was living because, of course Louis refused to travel. Like the brat he is. But it was okay because we all decided to meet at a cafe in town. Turns out, Liam had moved to France to be with his new friend. So he was flying in from there. And Harry was flying in from California. So I was flying from Ireland of course.

    "I'm so excited to meet you guys!" I smiled. We were all Skyping each other, when I decided to try and put up and act as to feeling a bit sick. Tomorrow was the day that most of us got on our flights so we tried to find a good time to talk about the flights. I hugged my stomach.

"I'm so glad I don't have to fly anywhere," Louis bragged.

"Because you refused, you arse!" Liam cried. I kept myself silent so maybe they started to suspect something.

    "Nialler, are you okay?" Liam asked as he propped himself up on his elbows. I nodded slightly and rubbed my eyes.

"My tummy... it kinda hurts," I said quietly. I felt bad for lying to them but it was part of the plan and I couldn't think of anything else to do.

"Awww, love!" Louis cooed loudly. "You haven't got a fever, have you?" Thank goodness they weren't here to feel my head and find out I'm faking.

"I dunno. But I'm sweating," I lied, wiping at my forehead. I shifted my body weight as the others continued talking. Finally I had an idea. "I'm gonna head to bed, I'm not feeling so well," I grimaced as Liam pouted. I turned away and tried to look like I was going to be sick but it was mostly a cover up so I didn't break at Liam's adorable lip pout.