Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Try New Things

Niall POV
"And could we have the little onion petal things for an appetizer?" Liam asked the waitress as she finished taking our drink orders. She nodded, and wrote that on her little notepad, swiftly walking back to the counter. I internally groaned. I absolutely hated onions with a passion. They were so gross. Why couldn't Liam just order something like cheese sticks? I loved those!

Harry always cooked with onions so I was usually forced to pick around them and set them off to the side of my plate. Although, they didn't exactly know about my hatred for them. I sat on my phone, waiting for the waitress to come back and take our food orders. She had already come with our drinks, mine being a water as per usual.

I sighed as the waitress set down the plate of onion petals and watched the lads dig in. The smell was enough to make me gag, honestly. I told the waitress what I wanted and listened to the other's meals. I had decided on some chicken strips, which looked great.

"Here, Ni! I'm sorry you couldn't reach," Harry pulled the plate of onions closer to me, making the air waft over towards me. I practically gagged.

"I d-don't really like those..." I told them, pushing the plate back.

"Have you even had these?" Liam asked. I could feel the intensity of their stares bearing down on me. I shook my head. It was true but I'd had onions which are the exact same thing. Just cooked differently- these were deep fried I think.

"You have to try new things, Nialler," Louis reasoned putting a small onion petal on the paper place mat at my spot. I groaned and moved it back onto the plate, earning a glare from each of the lads.

"I've cooked with so many onions, Niall! You were fine with those." Harry said, throwing the onion back into my spot. I shook my head, feeling anger bubbling up in my stomach.

"I picked around them all! I hate them Hazza! If you guys would just please understand!" I yelled. My whole face was turning red and I could feel it.

"Just try it, you idiot!" Louis said, quite loudly for my liking. Every face in the restaurant turned to us, and I felt my face get red for an entirely different reason. My lip quivered as I lifted the onion to my mouth. I held it in front of my face, my hand shaking violently.

'Just get it over with, Niall. You can do this. Just don't be sick and everything will be fine,' I thought to myself. The boys leaned in close as I took a shaky, but deep breath.

"Bloody -ell, Niall! Just pop it in your mouth already!" Louis angrily cried, slamming his hand on the table. I quickly threw it in my mouth, chewing as fast as I could. But I could feel my stomach rejecting it as my taste buds worked faster than normal when telling me that I didn't like something.

As I swallowed the disgusting onion petal, I could feel my stomach tossing below me.

"See? I knew you'd love it," Louis said smiling. He grabbed himself another onion and took a bite of it. I felt the color leave my face as my mouth started to water and my throat got tight.

"I'm gonna be sick..." I pushed myself from the table and stumbled blindly to the bathroom. I made it just in time to be sick in the farthest stall in the large bathroom.

I spit into the toilet, feeling my stomach contract violently.

"Ni?" I heard Liam ask as the door from the bathroom slammed shut. The only answer he received was a painful retch. I coughed up whatever was in my stomach, feeling a cool hand on my back. "I'm so sorry we made you eat that. I didn't know it would make you sick, are you alright?" Liam spoke softly so that he could calm me as I leaned into him.

I nodded as he helped me up. He rubbed my back as I made my way over to the table.

"You okay, buddy?" Harry asked, lifting my water up and handing it to me. I took a big gulp, trying to get the rancid taste out of my mouth. I didn't even look at the stupid appetizer considering I didn't want to be sick any more. My stomach was still in knots from just that one tiny piece.

"I'm so sorry!" Louis cooed, handing me one of the clean napkins so that I could wipe my eyes. I was trying my best not to cry after the embarrassment.

"It's okay, Lou." I sniffled, watching as the waitress came over to check on us, unaware of the situation at hand.

"How are you lovely lads doing?" She smiled, her red lipstick bringing out exactly how white her teeth were.

"Could we get another water for him?" Liam pointed to me, making the waitress' gaze to flicker towards me, a crying, sniffling mess over in the corner. She nodded before rushing off to the counter.

A few seconds later, she returned with the ice cold drink. I downed half of it almost immediately, trying to get the horrid taste out of my mouth. The taste was still there as the waitress dropped off our food. Which looked pretty delicious, despite me having just thrown up.

I never had to eat another onion. Thankfully.
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Ok, I'm making my second book of this.