Urban Ink [A Ziall Fic]

Seven [Sick of This]

Niall wakes up the next morning and runs to the bathroom, vomiting until he is shaking and can barely breathe. Why does he have to get sick right now? Of all the time in Niall’s life he could be sick, his body chooses a time when he needs to go to work. Niall hits his head on the toilet seat over and over, until he vomits again and falls back onto the floor. It’s the worst feeling ever. He’s making a lot of noise too. He’s surprised Zayn hasn’t said anything through the wall yet.

            “Niall?” Oh wait, there it is. Zayn is yelling for him to shut up. “Are you okay?”

            Niall’s eyebrows furrow. What is happening? Zayn shouldn’t be calling for him and asking if he’s okay. Zayn should  be yelling, pounding his fists against the wall and telling Niall to shut the fuck up because he is trying to sleep in. Niall doesn’t understand it anymore. Sure, they are on truce, but Zayn seems to actually mean it. Zayn is starting…actually care for Niall, and that’s something that was never supposed to happen. Niall feels sick again. He vomits until he cries.

            “Niall?” There is a knocking on Niall’s door, “Niall? It’s Zayn. I’m coming in,”

            And sure enough, seconds later Zayn is beside Niall as he lays on the bathroom floor, smelling like puke and looking like hell.

            “How did you get in here?” Niall asks, looking up into Zayn’s golden eyes.

            Zayn shrugs, “I know you hide your spare under the little rock in your garden,”

            How did he know that?

            “Do you want me to stay with you today?” Zayn asks, “I can make you some soup and run to the store to get some medicine?”

            Why is he being so nice?

            Niall shakes his head, “Zayn, you have to go cover for me at Urban Ink today. You can’t be here with me,”

            “But you need someone to help you,” Zayn argues, his eyes filling with worry, “Niall, listen; Harry, Louis, and Ed can handle it. I’ll call them and let them know what’s up, okay?”

            And even though Niall wants to argue, he can’t. He is convulsing as his body attempts to throw up again, only this time, there is nothing left in his stomach to make a reappearance.

            “C’mon, Ni,” Zayn says, picking Niall up in his arms like he weighs nothing, “Let’s go cuddle you up in front of the television. I’ll run to the store and then make you some soup. How does that sound?”

            Niall spends the entire day thinking. He doesn’t understand what is happening. Zayn is supposed to hate him. He is supposed to yell and scream and tell him that he is a bad person and that he’s stupid and that he’s a mess. Zayn isn’t supposed to be here, caring for Niall when he is sick. It just doesn’t make sense. Niall doesn’t understand it at all.

            In the afternoon, Zayn lays next to Niall on the couch as they watch a bunch of old cartoons for hours on end. Niall gets frustrated with himself, because Zayn’s warmth feels so good and all he wants to do is hold Zayn close and keep him there forever. What happened to them hating each other? What happened to them yelling at all hours of the night.

            “Liam could have done this you know,” Niall just feels bitter and upset and confused.

            “What?” Zayn asks.

            “I said, Liam could have taken care of me. You didn’t have to do this you little shit,” Niall says.

            Zayn looks offended. Niall wants to take back his words. “I can leave,” Zayn says, “I’ll leave right now if I’m bothering you,”

            Niall wants to growl or scream. He is so confused.

            “Zayn, I thought you hated me? Isn’t that true? You hate me and I hate you and that’s how it’s going to be, forever, right?” Niall asks.

            Zayn shrugs, “I don’t know,”

            “You aren’t helping,”

            “I’m trying, okay?” Zayn stands up, “Maybe I’m just as confused as you are, okay? Did you ever think of that? Did you for one second ever think about someone other than yourself? Dear fucking God, Niall, I’m trying right now. I want to help you. I’m worried about you. And acting like a little bitch in front of me isn’t helping,”

            Niall opens his mouth to yell back, but then he’s throwing up again all over the floor. Zayn immediately comforts Niall and lays him back, putting a cool wash cloth on his head and whispering, “I’m sorry, I just….I just really don’t understand what I’m feeling right now,”

            “Me either,” Niall is crying.

            Zayn cleans up the floor and turns off the lights and lets Niall sleep.

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I'm sorry these chapters have been so short. I really am. I'm really not doing well with this entire story. I don't know why. I'm sorry.

Let me know what you think.

[please don't leave a comment telling me that it needs to be longer. I know, okay? I know they need to be longer but this is all I can really manage right now.]

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