Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Request from melaniehoran200 {PART TWO}

Zayn POV
The slow and steady beep of the heart monitor beside Niall's hospital bed practically lulled me too sleep. The doctor told me that he got a bit dehydrated and only had a bout of stomach flu. He said that he just needed to get Niall hydrated and then we could home.

"I'm so sorry, my tiny sun," I ran the pad of my thumb over Niall's knuckles. He was only half awake because they had him doped up on different meds for all of his symptoms. He opened his icy blue eyes halfway and gave a small smile.

"It's ok, Zaynie." He squeezed my hand in reassurance. I just wished I could make it up to him. "I couldn't stay mad at you..." his words were slurred slightly as he closed his eyes again and drifted off. He'd hardly finished his sentence before he was asleep. Niall was the sweetest thing ever. I didnt believe when he was sick, I yelled at him, abandoned him and he still wasn't mad. My eyes welled with tears at the thought.

"I'm a horrible boyfriend..." I sobbed into Liam's arms. He stayed with Niall and I to make sure that he was okay. He shushed me, rubbing my back.

"You're not a bad boyfriend, mate... You care so much," he whispered. Liam pulled away from my hug and fixed my shirt. "Go sit with him, he's getting restless without you." I turned to see Niall rustling slightly on top of the white sheets.

Niall sat up quickly, the color draining from his face.

"Zayn- 'm gonna be-" he was cut off by a gag as he threw a hand to his mouth.

"It's okay love!" I pushed the bin towards him and rubbed his sweaty back. His miserable sobs echoed through the metal bin. Liam made his way to the bed, resting a hand on Niall's back as he pushed the nurses button. Niall coughed quietly, pulling away from bin and looking at me helplessly.

"What's going on i- oh, sweety!" The nurse made her way to the bed, pulling the bin away from him.

"It h-hurts..." Niall whimpered grabbing his stomach.

"I know, honey. I'm going to get you a cool rag and some 7Up. Are you still feeling sick?" The nurse made her way to a cabinet in the far corner of the room, leaving Liam and I to support a breathless Niall. Niall shook his head, pulling my hand to his lap. The nurse returned from the bathroom with a wet rag which she set on his forehead.

About a half hour after Niall got his 7Up, he was asleep. The doctor said that he could go home in a little while. I was tired myself, and Liam had crashed in a uncomfortable looking position on a chair. He didn't want to leave Niall and I because he had to make sure everything was okay, no matter how many times I told him I had it under control.

I felt my eyes close momentarily as I fought sleep. I had Niall's small hand in mine and I knew I couldn't let go.

"Go to sleep, Zaynie." I felt Niall's hand squeeze mine once again. "You look exhausted," I smiled at him.

"How can I go to sleep when I have a sick baby next to me?"

"Ummm... you close your eyes and you'll be asleep in no time, that's how," Niall grinned.

"You little smartie!" I smirked, planting a small kiss on his cheek. "I love you babes."

"Mm, I love you too." Niall hummed.

"Can I have some soup, Zaynie?" Niall asked as I entered the room to check on him. He'd been home for a day now and I was glad that he was starting to feel better. I rested my hand on his forehead then set down his glass of water. He'd stopped throwing up as much, so he'd requested water.

"Your fever is ok. How about extra noodle?" I asked. He nodded and smiled. He looked pretty tired, and I felt bad. Because he hadn't really slept that good.

"And... can I come downstairs and watch a movie with you, Zaynie?" Niall looked hopeful. I thought for a second then grabbed his hand. His smile grew because he knew I couldn't resist.

"The second you start feeling even the slightest bit sick, you have to tell me," I told him. Niall nodded as I moved to help him get out of bed.

Once downstairs and sipping at his soup, Niall leaned into me. He stared intently at the show that I'd put on, chuckling at the small joke one of the characters made.

"I love you, sunshine," I cooed, planting a kiss on his forehead. He smiled up at me, and took another spoonful of noodles onto his spoon.

"I love you too, Zaynie..." He traced over the tattoo on my wrist.

I knew that I'd always believe Niall when he was ill from now on.
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Heyyyo, ummm so sorry for the bad ending and the fact that it's sorta short. Not my best work, definitely. Just a friendly reminder- REQUESTS ARE CLOSED. I'll be taking a (sorta) break. But I'll just be here writing and stuff so yeh.

xD Go Read a Book.

Bye my potatoes!