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Ella wakes up to the smell of grease and the sound of the kettle. She rubs at her eyes and feels the spot next to her, her hand coming up empty. The bed is still warm however, so she knows that Niall hasn't been up for too long.

She walks into their kitchen patting down her hair and letting out a yawn.

"Smells good. To what do I owe the pleasure of this wonderful breakfast?" She says placing her arms loosely around Niall's waist, whilst standing on her tippy toes and watching his meticulous movements.

He pecks her cheek and smiles flipping the fry up that's in the pan at the moment.

"Can't I just make you breakfast without having done something wrong?"

And Ella knows that he's done something wrong because Niall is never up before eight and he rarely makes her breakfast. When he does it's his way of saying sorry I screwed shit up, please forgive me I made you breakfast. And it usually works because Ella is always in the mood for food.

"Niall James Horan what in the bloody hell did you do?" She says taking her arms off of his waist and folding them across her chest. He turns off the stove and places her breakfast on the table and quietly pours her a cup of tea before he turns around and slowly moves towards her.

He's got this uneasy smile on his face and it in turn makes Ella very nervous. Plenty of terrifying thoughts run through her mind as she watches Niall quietly walk towards her. Niall snakes his arms around her waist and pulls her closer. She can feel his feeble shaking on her back but she sets that aside for the matter at hand.

"I might have washed your whites with the colours." He rushes out so quick that Ella barely catches it. And when she finally does understand what he's saying she lets out a hearty laugh because well it's the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard. He went through all the trouble of making her breakfast and tea and all he did was maybe turn some of her clothes pink.

She could care less what she looks like but the fact that Niall was so worked up about it was quite comical.

"I don't care you knob, I thought you'd forgotten to take your meds or something, but thank you for the breakfast any how. I appreciate it." She places a sloppy kiss to his cheekbone and rushes out of his arms to the table in hopes that her food is still warm. She hears a sigh of relief as Niall sits down in the chair to the right of her.

They're quiet for a while, Niall watching Ella eat and Ella listening to Niall's slow collected breathing. Ella remembers today is a Saturday and Saturdays mean hospital days for Niall. She's dreading this appointment because it'll be the first one in a month that they've had to go to, but she knows that it'll be worse for him.

Hospitals remind him that something is wrong with his body and that he can't change it.

"You know what today is right Ni?" She replies putting her plate in the sink and making her way back over to the table. Niall sighs and grabs her wrist pulling her into his lap and burying his face into her neck.

"Yeah." He looks so torn that Ella almost says fuck it, but she knows that the only way to help him is to keep track of how it progresses.

Ella can feel the shaking get worse like it always does when he gets over stressed about things. She can practically feel his heartbeat through the thing layer of her shirt. It pains her to see him like this because she knows there is nothing she can do about it. The best she can do is stay by his side through it all.

"Hey, look at me," she says softly placing a hand on his cheek. He looks up at her and she smiles this reassuring little smile. "I'll be there with you and so will the boys. They promised they'd be there and they never break their promises babe."