Life changing experience

Chapter 19

Hannah's POV.

The first song they play at the concert is Best Song Ever, and then Story of my life to Diana, and so on.. All their songs are amazing.

When the concert is over I head backstage to see the guys. They are all speaking a girl who won a backstage pass. I walk up to her, and say hello.

"This is seriously the best day of my life," the girl squeals. "I've now met One Direction, and Niall Horan's beautiful Girlfriend," She smiles at me. 'Wow' is all I can think. This is the kind of girl that desereves to meet One Direction, not some stuck up girl.

"Well I'm glad you had such a great time," Harry says.

"I really did, Thank you guys so much!"

"Thank you for coming to see us," Harry smirks. She smiles cheeks turning red, and one of the body guards comes to take her away. She turns around still smiling.

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Niall and I went out after the concert. We both thought we needed to have some fun, so we went to the closest bar to the hotel. We only had a couple drinks because we didn't want to get drunk. I di get a little tipsy though. I could think straight, but my vision was getting a little blurry.

Niall's fine, so he drives us home sober. 

When we get inside we both to tired to do anything so we get our pj's on and go to bed.

He wraps his arms around me, and I put my head on his chest. it takes me no time to get to sleep with him next to me.

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In the morning me and Niall Sit on the couch eating muffins for breakfast. I have blueberry, and he has a bannana nut muffin.

"Hey babe, what do you wanna do today?"

"Umm..I just wanna spend the day here with you," I smile, and he returns it warmly.

"Yea me too," I cuddle up next to him putting my head in his neck, and he kisses me on the head.

We talk for like an hour just about our lives, and how much we love eachother.

"Hannah?" Niall asks.

"Yea babe?"

"I think I should meet your parents?"

"Ni, meeting my parents is not a good thing. When they meet you all they will do is tell me everything wrong with you. My parents are critics. Which isn't a good thing. Trust me. But meeting your parents wouldn't be a bad idea?"

"I don't care if your parents criticize me? I know I'm not perfect? But yes I'd like you to meet my parents as well."

"Well as long as you don't care," I lean in and kiss him on his soft lips.

"So after tour?" He says.

"Yea, sure." 

We watch t.v for a little while. Niall changes the channel to 'Keeping Up With the Kardashians' They are all a bunch of drama queens. I guess I can't say that because I'm not perfect. Niall laughs at about half of the things that happen on the show. 

Niall's POV.

Were all smushed together on the couch watching this hilarious t.v. show. And I kinda got the vibe that Hannah doesn't want me to meet her parents? She explained why, but it still hurt a little.

I'm still having a good timw with her, just her, us alone. Her head is now on my chest, and her eyes are getting tired. I can tell, but she just lays there in my chest, with my hands wrapped around her. She is gorgeous. 

"Ni," She says with a tired voice.

"Yea babe?"

"I'm sooo tired," she groans.

"Do you wanna go get into bed?" I ask her.

"No, I wanna stay here with you,"

"Well I can come lay down with you if you want?"

"But you're watching t.v.?"

"Well I can skip watching t.v. and lay down with you,"

"If you insist," She says, and I laugh.

She gets off of me, and I swoop her off her feet, and bring her into the bedroom. She's just in my arms laughing. I lay her down slowly on the bed, and I lay down next to her wrapping my arms around her. Her body temperature is extremely warm. I press my hand to her forehead to find that she has a cold.

"Hannah, you have a cold," I gasp.

"I don't care Niall, I'm tired. It'll be gone by morning," She says.

"Okay," I say.

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In the morning she soesn't just have a cold she is in the bathroom throwing up. I wake up to this. All I hear is noises coming from the bathroom, so I jump out of bed, and get some water to bring to her.

I open the bathroom door, and she is on her knees with her head over the toilet. The smell is horrid.

"Oh babe, here I got you some water, rinse and spit."

"Thanks Ni, but I don't need you to see me like this. I'll be fine,"

"Don't be silly Hannah. I'm gonna stay right here with you," I kneel down next to her, and rub her back while she  leans towards the toilet again letting out her.. well ya know.

When she's finally done I sneak in a smart comment.

"Are you pregnant or something?" I laugh a little. She just glares at me.

"Niall we need to do things for me to be pregnant, and now isn't the time to be smart," She seems a bit angry.

"If you listened to me last night this might not be happening," I say.

"Really Niall, when I say this isn'--" She races back to the bathroom, and I race after her. I kneel down next to her again and start rubbing her back. Making my hand circle around her back. 

When she is done I help her up, and say sorry.

"You need to stay in bed. I'll get you anything you need, Okay?"

"Ni, you don't have to, I can do it myslef,"

"Nonsense, you are sick, and I am here to help you,"

"Thanks Ni," She gives me a half smile, and I help her over to the bed, and lay her down.

I run to the kitchen checking the freezer if we have an ice-pack. We don't so I run to the bedroom to tell Hannah that I'm gonna go ask the front desk. 

I go to the elevator, but it takes to long to get to our floor, so I just run down the stairs. I ask the person at the front desk if there are any ice-packs, and they go somewhere for a couple minutes, and come back with an ice-pack. I say thanks, and go back to out room.

when I got back Hannah was back in the bathroom, but this time she wasn't puking. She was cleaning up something off the floor. She must've not made it to the toilet. I feel horrible.

"Oh, babe," I sigh. I go to the kitchen to get a roll of paper towels. I lean down to help her clean it up, but she refuses.

"You can help me get better all you want Ni, but you are not cleaning up my own throw up." She grabs the paper towels from my hands and cleans the rest up herself. I help her up again, and lead her to the bed after she is done. I didn't want her cleaning that up. She is sick. i'm the boyfriend who could've done it for her, not that I wanted to, but I am nice enough to do so.

I lay her down in the bed, and give her the ice-pack I got, and go make he some tea. I also go get the small trash bin from the bathroom, so she doesn't have to get up everytime she has to throw up. By the time I am done making her tea, she resting her eyes, so maybe she could get some sleep. I put the tea on the end table next to the bed, and kiss her forehead.

"Feel better," I whisper in her ear.