Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Request from icouldntthinkofone

Niall POV
"Liam..." I whimpered, resting my pounding head on his cool door. It felt like heaven compared to the heat coming off of me. There wasn't an answer for a few seconds, so I figured he must still be asleep. My whole body ached as I tried my best to stand up. Finally, I decided to open the door.

I sat on the floor by his bed, breaking down into tears. I just felt so sick. I'd accidentally thrown up on my bed and I was hoping that Liam would help me.

"Niall? Nialler, what's going on?" Liam asked sitting up, panic obvious in his raspy voice. I held my cramping stomach and sobbed. Liam grabbed my clammy hand as he kneeled in front of me. As if he knew what was wrong, he felt my forehead sighing. "I'm sorry that you're feeling ill..." Liam sympathized, helping me onto his bed. I looked up at him, blushing.

"Li... I threw up..." I pouted, hugging my stomach. Liam chuckled, and pushed hair out of my eyes. He was so sweet when I came to things like this.

"Nialler, mate. Everybody throws up, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. You can lay with me for the rest of the night. I know you love to cuddle." Liam covered Niall up in his warm blankets.

"No, ummm... I threw up on my bed..." I whispered, tears leaking quickly from eyes. I watched as Liam's eyebrows furrowed but he gave a small smile.

"Okay, buddy. I'll go wash them up, I'll be back as quick as I can. Get some rest," Liam left the room despite my efforts to make him stay with me. I know it was stupid, but I was lonely. In the five seconds that he was gone from the room, I'd already started missing him.

I must've fallen asleep because I woke up to Liam crawling into his bed. I whimpered at the sudden pounding in my head, burying my face in Liam's chest.

"Ya okay?" He whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I nodded even though silent tears were falling from my eyes. Liam obviously felt the wetness on his bare chest. "Oh, buddy! It'll be okay, do you need some medicine?" I nodded, sobbing. I didn't mean to, but it was a bit loud.

"Please don't leave me!" I whined, grabbing Liam's hand and pulling him back towards me. Only then had it crossed my mind that he would need to leave to get medicine.

"You don't want to get out of bed to get medicine, do you?" Liam questioned. I weakly made my way out of bed, making Liam coo slightly. He obviously didn't really want me up but if it meant I would take some medicine, he'd be forced to let me.

I slowly followed him to the bathroom, sitting on the closed seat of the toilet as Liam rummaged through the medicine cabinet. He was humming a song that was most likely stuck in his head with how frequently it came on the radio. I felt my stomach toss underneath me. I gagged loudly into my hand, causing Liam to quickly turn around. I jumped off of the toilet lip and opened it, feeling Liam already comforting me.

"You're burning up," Liam sighed as he once again continued rummaging through the cabinet. I was crying and sniffling while holding a hold rag to my head. I felt horrible.

"What's going on in here?" I heard a tired, disgruntled voice say. Louis appeared in the bathroom doorway, squinting in the bright florescent lights of our bathroom. I sniffled. "Everything alright?"

"Niall isn't feeling good so I'm getting him medicine. Stomach flu or somethin'..." Liam mumbled concentrating on opening the small packet of two pills.

"Do you need anything?" Louis asked me. He didn't exactly look excited to help but I knew he meant well.

"Sleep," I mumbled quietly, making grabby hands at Louis. Louis pulled me into a hug just as Liam got a Dixie cup for me to swallow the pills.