Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Request from dwtshough

Brye POV
"Does it hurt, Princess?" Niall asked me as he gently set my foot on a pillow. I had gotten ankle surgery a week ago and I was super happy that I was making steady progress. It was a bit sore but not enough to complain so I just shook my head. Niall move the covers over my body and kissed my forehead.

"Goodnight!" He called as he made his way into the bathroom. He had taken the time to get me ready for bed before he did. I could hear the shower running. Since we always had to let it heat up a few minutes before we got in, he came out to get himself some sweatpants.

I must've fallen asleep while watching TV, because I woke up to Niall getting in bed. He caressed my cheek before kissing it as lightly as he could.

"I love you, Brye," he murmured softly, pulling the soft blankets up over himself. I could feel his subtle movements up until he finally got settled and his breathing slowed.

I sat up, yawning quietly. I stretched my arms, holding them high up into the air. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the springs protesting under my weight. A shiver ran through my spine as I placed my bare feet down on the cold, hardwood floor.

"I need slippers, I mumbled to myself, moving to stand up.

As I stood up and put pressure on my ankle I cried out in pain, immediately dropping to my knees.

"Niall!" I called, sobbing lightly. What happened? I was fine last night. I vaguely remembered the doctor's voice in my head- speaking firmly to Niall.

'Now, there may be a chance that she might relapse during the healing process. This is quite common and she'll be in quite a bit of pain but as long as you're there for her, it'll be fine.'

Niall sat beside me, his hands warm as he lifted me up. He didn't make me stand on my own, but sat me gently on the bed. Wiping the tears from my eyes, he kneeled so that he was eye level.

"Are you okay, love?" He asked gently. I nodded, even though my pain was immense. I knew that the doctor told me about physical therapy which was something Niall had asked about the other day.

Niall tried to help me through it. He did his own set of physical therapy with me, just for me. I was forced to lift a weight with my ankle under it- Niall did that too. The doctor moved my ankle around in different ways- Niall was there to hold my hand as I was in pain. A week after the normal physical therapy, the doctor wanted me to take daily runs, as long as I didn't over-do it- Niall went on those with me too.

Niall was there for me every step of the way. He helped me get out of bed, when I was in pain. He made sure I had applied ice or heat at the end of the day. He made sure I was moving it around enough, resting it enough, propping it up at night! He was even there on the bad days. When nothing was working for me and just when I felt as if I was moving one step forward, I was actually taking two steps back.

"I can't do it!" I cried out, dropping the lift from my ankle. The forty pound weight behind me slammed down on the rest of them. Niall grabbed my hand and ran a thumb over it.

"Brye, everything is gonna be fine. You can do it!" He encouraged. He tapped the thing that I was supposed to lift and smiled up at me. "Only the more times, Princess! I know you can do it!"

"You can do anything," Mark Jarvis, the lads' personal trainer and my PT coach bellowed out.

I nodded, determined to do what I was supposed to do. I lifted it, my ankle shaking furiously underneath the weight. After coming up as far as the PT doctor told me I had to, I set it down gently, looking over at Niall, then up at the doctor. They both nodded in encouragement.

Once I was finally done, Niall smashed his lips on mine. It wasn't a big feat but it was something that Niall was proud of me for. I giggled as he helped me out of the chair and onto Mark's examination table.

"Alright, I'm going to move it around a bit, then you'll be done!" Mark cooed. We had done a lot together this past three weeks. We'd jogged a mile every other day. Mark, Niall, and I all ran up stairs together. It was just crazy the amount of support I'd gotten.

When I was done with my three weeks of physical therapy, Niall insisted that we throw a party. I couldn't understand why, considering it was only PT and it wasn't like I was having a baby. I rolled my eyes as Niall bustled around, hanging up a 'congratulations' sign. He'd blown up a whole package of balloons.

He rushed to the door as the bell sounded. He'd told me that he'd invited the lads for a small party. I had to admit, I was happy to know that Niall was so supportive. I watched Liam entered and threw his arms around Niall yelling out a cute nickname. After hugging Niall, Liam made his way to hug me.

"Great job, Brye."

And the rest of the night basically went great. I was congratulated multiple times. We stayed in to watch a movie and talk about everything. Harry even made me a cake that had 'PT' crossed out on it! In the end, I was just so glad that I had such a supportive boyfriend.
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