Love at First Sight » Narry AU

16. Pucker Up

If you have a weak stomach, beware as you read alright lovelies?

Niall's POV

Ugh I really don't feel well today, I was thinking as English ended. The test wasn't that bad but I am still sure I bombed it. Harry and Louis; those lucky bastards, they had some yearbook stuff to finish and they basically arrived an hour late. I wish I could wipe the smirks off their faces; it irked me that much. Ugh more stomach pain!

Today I didn't race to lunch like I've normally done, I walked lazily to the line and shuffled to our table. I tried eating but nothing was agreeing with me, so I just let Zayn and Liam have my food.

"Niall what's wrong? You always are stuffing your face with something, what's wrong today?" Sam asked. I shrugged and tried to ignore the new pain that was growing in my gut.

"I just don't feel well." I muttered. She shrugged and continued her conversation with Jessica. I took in the sight of my friends. We were too big of a group to sit at the booths so we sat at a table. Here was the seating arrangements; the girls all sat on one side, the guys on the other but each girl was facing their crush.

Like for example, Jessica was siting next to me and across from her was Louis. Next to Jessica was Sam and Harry sat across which made me a tad sad. It was Ashley on my other side and Lily next to her. Simple enough? Hopefully it is. No one sat in front of me because they learned their lesson that I speak even with my mouth full (sorry not sorry Jess). So I let people eat from my plate and I just put my head down.

I really didn't feel well and I wasn't sure I could make it through the day. I felt someone rubbing my back soothingly and it helped a bit. Then the bell rang and whoever they were, removed their hand.

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Fourth went by fast thankfully and I didn't feel as sick anymore. Though the project presenting was stressing and it kind of brought back the sickness. The teacher excused me to go to the nurse, I don't think she hates me anymore, which I am thankful for. When she asked who would like to go with me, guess who raised their hand?

Yeah, that's right, the wonderful Harry Styles. I just really hope I don't puke on him.

And as soon as I collected my things and we were out in the hallway, I told him.

"I'm sure you won't Ni. What do you think is wrong?" He gives me a small but encouraging smile.

"I don't know, all I know is that this is making my stomach hurt like a knife is stabbing it." To prove my point, I had to lean against the wall as a wave of pain took over me. This was nothing I've ever experienced before and quite frankly I don't want to ever experience this again.

"Hold it steady Niall." He said and helped me up again. I groaned and whined, I really didn't want to walk anymore. So Harry did the unexpected, instead of helping me walk, he grabbed my backpack and picked me up bridal style. I yelped as I felt him lift me and put my arms tightly around his neck.

He chuckled as he started to walk again, I didn't make eye contact because I knew I would start blushing if I did. This was so awkward!! We walked in silence for most of the time. Strangely, the motion of being carried was calming my stomach. I actually thought I was better now but I didn't want him to put me down.

"Ni, do you think you could get my phone in my pocket, I think it just vibrated." He says suddenly. I nod but realize too late what I have to actually do. Oh god, please don't let me blush or do something stupid. I quickly check his back pockets for said phone but it's not there.

"I never said it was in my back pockets Mr. Cheeky Horan." He smirked. I blush and avoid eye contact he laughs softly and says some thing about it being in his front pocket. I didn't think twice as I looked in his left front pocket of his jeans and brought forth his phone. He muttered a squeaky thanks and checked it.

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Oh god I feel like I'm going to be sick again.

"Niall?" I vaguely hear. I zone back into real life and real life is closer than I thought! Harry's face is like centimeters away from mine. His entire well being it taking up my vision and I can't say that I don't like it. I smile weakly just as I think he starts leaning in. HOLY SMOKES HE'S GOING TO KISS ME!!!

I can just barely register this and the worst pain in the world erupting in my stomach. All at once, the moment before his lips touch mine... I am not proud of this... I puke on Harry.

Confusion and disgust is etched on his face as he suddenly drops me. I feel the air in my lungs leave in me a whoosh and I end up looking like a fish out of water, sucking for air. Once I regain my breath, I continue my sickness in the nearby trash can.

I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY DID THAT!!! I JUST THREW UP ON MY CRUSH AND NOW HE PROBABLY HATES ME!!! Ugh I make myself sick. I unfortunately empty my stomach until nothing but bile is coming up. I don't even dare to look at Harry, I'm way too embarrassed.

I feel someone's hand on my shoulder and faint talking. Spots dance across my vision and I hear some shouting. I weakly turn my head and Harry seems to be yelling for someone. We make eye contact for one second before I black out completely.

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When I finally come to, I am in my bedroom, the curtains are drawn and there's some music playing softly. I groan as I feel the familiar pain grow in my stomach. I'm not sure I can make it to my bathroom when a raspy voice interrupts my thoughts.

"Need a bucket?" He steps put of the shadows of my room and hands me a bucket. I nod my thanks before I heave whatever is in my stomach this time. When I'm done, Harry takes it from me and hands me another bucket. He leaves the room for a minutes and comes back with a clean bucket. I instantly feel bad that he is taking care of me and my vomit.

"I know what you are thinking, I went through worse when you puked on me. This is a breeze." He says suddenly. I only nod but don't meet his eyes.

"I'm sorry by the way."  We both say. I look at him in confusion. As does he.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"It's obvious what I mean Harry. I really don't want to repeat it. What do you mean?"

"When I dropped you, I was just shocked and kind of grossed out but I shouldn't have dropped you. You broke a rib."

"What?!" I sit up abruptly but that wasn't the best move in the world. Pain shoots up my chest and I realize I'm wearing a brace, probably for my rib. I wince and instantly a pack of ice is placed over it. I sigh in relief and rest my head on Harry who is now sitting on my bed.

"So anyways I am really sorry. So now I am on nurse duty." He said.

"You don't have to." I say breathily, my air supply isn't the best right now. Two guesses why?

"I wanted to."

We sit in silence, something we seem to do a lot these days, my head on his shoulder, and I am listening to the beat of his heart. Of which this beautiful noise is lulling me to sleep. I am lifted up slightly and laid down on the bed. The music is raised a bit and I hear the squeaky door open.

Within seconds I am sitting up, no matter the pain and asking in a innocent quiet voice, "C-can y-you s-stay w-with me?"

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I hope you all like this little chapter with all the Narry fluff and Narry grossness. I am truly sorry for that. I feel sick writing it actually.

But apparently I slept the day away, I went to bed at 3 this morning and woke up at 3. I have basicaly wasted a whole day of life just to sleep.... WHAT HAS THIS WORLD COME TO????

From my mind to the computer keys to your eyes to read. I'm Jessica xx

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