Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Request from melaniehoran200 {PART TWO}

Zayn POV
My heart was thumping practically out of my chest. The other lads were silent, probably trying to avoid any awkward confrontations. I myself was scared what they would say to me, especially considering Niall called ME out of all people. (a mistake most likely.)

"What do you think happened, Zaynie?" Harry asked looking at me. I snapped away from my own thoughts and frowned. If I'd had any idea, I would've told them immediately.

"Maybe someone broke in?" My voice cracked. No, I couldn't lose it here! If I lost my crap, the lads would think I'm a baby.

"What kind of person would do that to a person like Nialler?" Liam asked. I was once again whisked away into my own world, trying my best not to let the tears fall from my brown eyes. I couldn't cry. Not in front of someone.

"Niall... Horan?" A middle aged lady called into the waiting room, holding the door open and looking closely at the clipboard she held in her hand.

"Yes? He's okay, right? Is he awake?" I asked, standing and walking to her quickly.

"I'm not aloud to disclose any information on him, except that he is doing fine," the woman said stiffly. "You may come back to his room." We all followed her, my heart physically hurting. I was exhausted and I wished that this wouldn't have happened after I'd been out late the night before. (I wished it didn't happen at all)

As soon as I walked in, my heart dropped. Niall was sitting up slightly in the hospital bed, a blue cast on arm, a bandage around his head, and a few cuts and bruises littered the bare skin that I could see. He was okay... my sunshine... was okay.

"Lads?" Niall asked hoarsely, his eyelids fluttering slightly. His bright blue eyes practically knocked the air out of my lungs. "I'm hungry," he smiled lightly.

"Niall, what happened, mate?" Louis asked sitting down next to Niall's hospital bed. He got right to the point.

"I think my flat is haunted, lads. I was thrown down the stairs, and into a wall..." he looked at me weakly. "Zaynie," he reached his un-casted arm and grabbed mine.

"Could I have a moment with Niall? Alone." I asked. The boys nodded and turned to shuffle out the door, Liam patting my back. Almost as if he knew what I was about to do. I needed to tell Niall something that has been needed to be said for a while now.

"Is everything alright?" Niall asked, grabbing my hand as I sat in the seat Louis had been in just before.

"Um, yeah..." My hands shook violently in Niall's grasp. I knew I was turning a sickly shade of green because I could feel my stomach rolling underneath me. "Niall... I'm- I'm in l-love with you," my stomach dropped as I said the word love. He looked at me cautiously.

"Zayn..." I knew I'd made the wrong choice. He didn't feel the same way about me as I did him. Suddenly, he smashed his lips against mine, reaching up to grab my head. "I have been waiting so long for you to say that," Niall breathed. He pulled away looking into my eyes as I searched every speck in his bright blue ones.

The sound of the door knob turning and the door opening sent me sprawling away from Niall, and trying to look as natural as possible as a doctor entered. I could feel a light blush creep upon my cheeks as I tried to regain the cool and collected attitude that I normally had.

"Your boyfriend is quite lucky to have not broken a rib. He told me his little story about falling from the stairs and we needed to make sure that Niall didn't break a rib. Or his back for that matter! He had a couple bruised ribs but other than that, and a broken arm, your lovely boyfriend is good to go. We will prescribe so medicine for his pain which might be unpleasant the first few days, but he'll feel much better with some meds, heating or cooling application, and cuddles," the doctor winked at me giving a knowing smile. She pushed a stray piece of hair from her face.

My eyes plummeted to the ground as the slight blush turned into a burning feeling on my face.

"He's ummm... n-not my... b-boyfriend," I stumbled through my words like a drunk.

'Yet.' I thought to myself. I felt my blush intensify (if possible) as the other lads entered the room. The doctor set down a clipboard, leaving the already crowded room.

"Do you wanna go home with one of us tonight, Zayn maybe?" Liam asked, sending a look to me that said it all.

"I dont wanna go to my flat!" Niall's eyes widened as he became a deathly pale color. I couldn't believe how terrified Niall had gotten at just the mention of his flat. I felt horrible.

"Don't worry, sunshine! I promise I won't take you there!" I told him. He traced my tattoos that were on my wrist, humming slightly.

When Niall was released from the hospital, he walked slowly to the car. He was hobbling a bit because of his back and his ribs but he kept insisting that he was okay. He sat in my car, silent.

"Do you wanna talk about something?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the road. The sun was rising on the horizon, throwing a light shade of pink across the half dark sky.

"I..." he paused for a minute, most likely thinking. I glanced at him as he ran a hand through his messy hair. "Are we...? Like... a thing now?" Well, he got me there. I had no idea if he even wanted to be with me after I left him.

"Do you want to be?" I wanted to make sure he had a say in this before I decided anything.

"Yes, but! I wanna take things slow." He seemed conflicted with himself. I reached over and grabbed one of his hands, massaging with my thumb.

"I love you to pieces, sunshine. So, I want to make sure you are happy."

"I love you too, Zaynie!" Niall giggled quietly.

I helped Niall make it up the steps to my flat. He was exhausted and I could tell. I hung the keys up on the hook on my wall as I shut the door behind Niall and I.

"Make yourself at home, you'll probably need help going up the stairs. Need any food?" I asked him.

"Food sounds wonderful!" He smiled.

I gave him a bit of food which he munched on while we made small talk on my couch. I didn't want silence in the background because it gave me goosebumps, so I turned on the TV.

"Can we just stay here tonight? I don't wanna get up." Niall had made himself comfortable on my lap. I nodded, not wanting to turn down there love of my life.

I fell asleep shortly after Niall and I curled up together. He wrapped his arms around my waist and shoved his face into my chest. He was warm, as always. The lads and I used to joke that he was our little heater. It felt nice to have him in my arms. That is until he started kicking around, screaming loudly.

My eyes popped open as I observed the scene before me. Niall's hair was soaked to his forehead by sweat and tears poured down his pale face.

"Niall! Niall, sunshine! Wake up, is only a bad dream!" I shook him awake. His rapid breath didn't slow as he sat up quickly. He sobbed, gripping me as tightly as he could in a stiff hug.

"I-I was i-in me fla-at and... the g-ghost... it k-killed you-u..." he broke off, sobbing.

"Hey, hey, hey! Look at me," I grabbed his chin and gently made him look into my eyes. He obeyed, tears shining in his own blue ones. "I'm right here, not dead. Don't you worry, my little sunrise! I'll never leave ya," I wiped away his tears, kissing his cheek as gently as I could.

"Now let's cuddle for the rest of the night," I demanded playfully. I turned the TV back on since it had turned off due to inactivity. Niall snuggled into my chest, gripping my shoulders.

"I love cuddles..." he mumbled. I smiled fondly at the blonde. Boy, was he gorgeous. I guess I would just have to cuddle him for as long as I could now. I stared at the TV massaging Niall's sore back since he said that's what made it feel the best.

And so we did cuddle for the rest of the night. And I loved every second of it.
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Second, and last part to this. Thank you melaniehoran200 for the lovely request. I certainly enjoyed writing some Ziall because honestly they're adorable.

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