Niall Horan Imagines

Imagine for Freya!

You grabbed a warm towel and placed it on Niall’s forehead with a frown on your face. “Do you need some water or something?” You asked softly, while caressing his face in your hands.

He shrugged and repositioned himself in his bed while you sat next to him, holding his hand in yours. You squeezed his hand and hummed softly, watching him while he gently closed his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “I’m sorry that you’re sick, Nialler. I want your big, bright smile back!”

A small smile crept onto his face and he pulled you back into him when you attempted to pull away. “Don’t leave me,” He begged. “Please. I want you to stay here and cuddle with me. Please?”

You nodded, scooting into the bed beside him. “Of course, sweetheart,” You said as you pulled his body closer to you. You kissed his face several times before resting your forehead against his and looking into his blue eyes.

You held him close to you, staying silent while he slowly fell asleep until the obnoxious sound of your phone ringing interrupted the quiet. “Sorry,” You whispered, brushing your nose against his. “I’ll get it.” You unwrapped yourself from him and hurried to get to your phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey! Is Niall there?” You recognized the voice as Liam.

“Hi, Liam,” You said into the phone. “He’s here, but he’s not feeling very well. I think he’s got the flu or something.”

“Oh, gee,” Liam said. “I’m sorry. I guess our plans to hang out today will have to wait, yeah? Tell him I said I hope he gets better, please. Thanks, Freya.”

“No problem, Liam,” You smiled as you hung up the phone.

You decided to grab a glass of water for Niall, whether he wanted it or not, you knew he’d drink it anyway. You carried the glass to him, sitting next to him on the bed. He sat up, clutching the blanket close to him as he shivered. “Poor baby,” You cooed, handing him the water.

He gladly took it from you, gulping down nearly half the glass at once. “Thanks, love,” He said in a raspy voice.

“Liam called,” You said when you took his hand in yours again. You rubbed small circles into his palm with your thumb. “He said he hopes you feel better.”

Niall nodded, taking another sip from his glass. “He’s nice,” Niall smiled and you giggled. “So are you, princess. Thank you so much for caring for me when I’m all sick and gross like this. I love you so much.”

You kissed his cheek and whispered, “I can’t just leave you here alone! I love you too.”

“I’ll take you out to a fancy dinner date once I’m feeling better,” He said.

You smiled, “You don’t have to do that. I want to take care of you.”

He looked down at your hands that were knotted together. “Yea, and I want to take you out to dinner,” He smirked before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

**I hope you like it!**