Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Hit My Head

Niall POV
I hurriedly dashed up to my room as Louis called for me from by the door. All of the boys were waiting for me to get my shoes on so that we could go grab a bite to eat. No one was more happy than me considering we were headed off to my favorite restaurant- Nando's.

"Hurry up, ya little Irish!" Louis called jokingly up the stairs, even though it had only taken me about three seconds to climb then. I sprang towards my door which was decorated with various posters and postcards. Finally, I found my white sneakers that sat right next to my bed.

I threw myself down to grab them so that I could put them on, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in my head that caused me to grab it and sink to the floor. Stars clouded in my blurry vision as I realized what I'd done. I'd hit my head on the corner of my metal bed frame. Although most corners with rounded, my bed had straight, sharp and pointy corners that hurt badly when I kneed them by accident.

My stomach churned as I held the spot where I'd hit it- right on my temple. It ached badly and I could feel a growing bruise forming. My vision was cloudy, but I could still feel my throat get tight and my mouth start to water at the newfound pain on the side of my head. I was crying, big, fat tears streaming down my face.

"Niall?" I heard Liam call. I could hear his heavy footsteps approaching my room. But I couldn't open my eyes to see him as he rushed towards me. I was still in the same position from when I sunk to the floor. But I didn't think I'd be in it long considering I could feel my past food choices rising in my throat. "Niall! Buddy, what happened?" Liam knelt by me and wiped the tears from my eyes.

I couldn't find time to explain before I dizzily pushed away from him and blindly rushed to my en suite bathroom. I knelt in front of my toilet and retched harshly. Of course Liam was there, worry etched into his face as he rubbed my back, doing everything he could to comfort me.

"Are you sick? We don't have to go out to dinner right now," Liam spoke gently as I pulled myself away from the toilet and breathed heavily. My temple pounded roughly. I grabbed it in my hand and sobbed loudly. "Buddy, what's wrong?" Liam asked sympathetically, rubbing my sweaty arms.

I still couldn't see straight but I felt my voice finding its way back. I kept myself close the the toilet, as I still felt nauseas.

"I-I hit my head hard Li!" I sobbed quietly, as I lifted my hand from my head and turned it sightly so that Liam could see.

"Oh... it's bruising!" Liam had sympathy written all over his face. I gasped at the sudden stabbing pain in my head and doubled over. I couldn't even blink without feeling the pain.

"I think I'm gonna be sick again..." I whimpered, my eyes closing as I tried to suppress the nausea this time. I didn't want to be sick again. It was painful. I heard the stairs pounding as both Louis and Harry bolted up them. And with each stomp, I gasped out in pain.

"What's going on, slowpokes?" Louis chuckled as he and Harry entered my room. Or so I thought they did. I couldn't see and besides, Liam and I were gathered on the bathroom floor by my toilet. "Payno?" Louis poked his head into my bathroom and Harry wasn't far behind.

"Woah! Niall, are you sick?" Harry asked coming further into the doorway. I closed my eyes and dug my pounding head further into Liam's chest. The smell of Harry's strong cologne bothered me. Even though I usually liked it.

"He hit his head, and it's hurting pretty bad. Yes, he was sick and he still feels a bit... off," Liam tried to explain. I pulled away from him and sniffled. There was no more being weak. I needed to stand up and be a man.

"Careful, Ni!" Louis grabbed my arm and helped me towards the bathroom door. I shook him off as Liam flushed the toilet behind me and placed his guiding hands on my waist.

"Guys, I've got this." I was perfectly fine until I got to the stairs. They suddenly seemed longer than usually and as I looked at what I thought was the bottom, two more sets of stairs appeared.

"Woah, he's swaying!" Harry yelped as he grabbed me and picked me up bridal style. It was comfortable and I felt my body relax. Although the pain in my head had doubled.

"Stop moving," I whispered as Harry bounded down the stairs. I could feel my stomach tumbling considering the intensity of my pain.

Harry did as I wished and stopped at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing my shoulder silently. Louis and Liam weren't far behind and they passed us.

"You okay to eat, Ni?" Liam asked. Of course I was! Even though my head felt like someone was trying to fracture my skull with a hammer, I'm still Niall.
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True story.

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Bye for now my potatoes.