time to begin [n.h]

twenty; hot soup

"Disgusting," I mutter to myself after blowing snot into a tissue.

Being sick absolutely sucks. Not only do you feel like shit but you also can't do anything. I've been trying to keep Niall or any of the boys in that matter away from me as I don't want them seeing me like this but I also don't want to get them sick.

Which is exactly why I froze when I heard the knock on the door. I stood up and opened the door after coughing into my sleeve. There standing there was the one and only Niall Horan smiling as per usual. But his smile fades as he sees how terrible I look.

"Are you okay?" He asks me, walking into my flat and nearly tripping over Sherlock. "Woah, you have a cat?!"

"Yeah, I got him a yesterday and I’m fine." I say with a small smile.

"No you aren't. I'll be back in ten minutes." He says before walking back out the door. I sigh and lay back down on the couch. As he promised, Niall came back ten minutes later carrying a bag of who knows what. He sets the bag on the table in front of me and kneels down on the other side of it.

"What's in there, a dog? Are you a dog person?" I ask jokingly.

"Nope, but very close." He says before starting to pull things out. "A few movies, Kleenex in Christmas packaging, cough drops and homemade chicken noodle soup."

"You made me soup?" I smile. He starts laughing really hard.

"I can't cook. I had Harry make it, he's the only one who knows how to cook."

"Oh," I blush. "And you don't need to stay here with me."

As much as I hate to admit it, I kind of wanted him to leave. My hair is knotted, I haven't brushed my teeth since last night and I'm in my old Nirvana t-shirt and a pair of leggings. I'm not wearing any makeup, showing all my pimples and acne scars and here he is, looking perfect as always.

"I want to stay here with you." He says, moving my legs off the couch and sitting underneath them so my legs were on top of his lap.

I was about to respond when I had a cough attack causing my eyes to water and my face to turn red. Niall looks at me worriedly and I try to stop but I just can't until about a minute later and immediately after, I stand up and down a whole glass of water. Well that hurt.

Niall followed me to the kitchen and rubbed my back in a way to calm me. I turn to look at him and start to bite at my nails as I inspect his face. There's just something about him that I can't get over which causes me to just look at him

"You should probably stay away from me, I don't want to get you sick." I frown. It's true; I really don't want to get him sick. Albeit, I love having his company.

"I don't mind," he smiles. "Do you wanna watch one of the movies? I have your favourite."

"The Perks Of Being a Wallflower?"

"Yep." He laughs,