Love... A Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter 16: Sick Date

Brielle's P.O.V.

I had just opened my eyes when I leaped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I just managed to get to the toilet when I barfed my guts out. After I finished, I groaned and leaned back. Niall knocked on the door before entering.

"You alright?" He asked, taking in my appearance with wide eyes.

“No,” I groaned, holding my stomach.

I was sleeping over at Niall’s because my mom told me that she didn’t want me around. I saluted her and walked out the door. She was a bit mad, to say the least.

“What’s wrong?”Niall asked, coming closer.

“I-” I sat up and felt an overwhelming urge to puke. I vomited into the toilet, spilling out the rest of my guts. Despite how horrible I felt, I was slightly impressed at how much food was in my stomach.

Niall held my hair off my neck. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” I groaned.  “Must have at something that didn’t agree with me.”

Niall put a hand on my forehead. “Brielle! You’re burning up!”

“Am I?” I grumbled.

Niall glared at me. “You’re sick,” he stated.

“No shit Sherlock,” I grumbled. When Niall looked at me, I apologized. “Sorry, I’m extremely sarcastic when I’m sick.”

“No, really,” Niall mumbled as he sat next to me.

“Niall James Horan, was that sarcasm?” I asked.

“Yes, yes it was,” Niall grinned.

“Good. Glad to know I’m teaching you something,” I said.

I gagged and covered my mouth. Niall looked at me warningly. I sat there for a moment, trying not to puke. The moment passed and I slowly lowered my hand, sighing.

“I hate being sick,” I groaned, leaning against the wall.

Niall scooted closer and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “You have the flu.”

“No I do not,” I stated. “The symptoms for the flu are headache, fever, runny nose, sore throat, and cough. If you’re throwing up, it means you ate something that doesn’t agree with you.”

“Where did you learn that?” Niall asked, staring at me with wide eyes.

I shrugged. “Just because I quit being a doctor in training doesn’t mean I didn’t learn anything.”

All of a sudden I lunged for the toilet. There was nothing in my stomach and all I did was retch into it. I leaned back and moaned.

Niall looked at me with pity. Then, he scooped me up and carried me out of the bathroom, bridal style.

“No, Niall put me down!” I squirmed.

“You are not spending the day in the bathroom,” Niall said.

“Why not?” I whined.

“Because, it is a hard floor and the couch is the place for sick people,” Niall said and dropped me on the couch.

I curled up on it and shook. “I’m cold,” I whined.

Niall tossed me a blanket and I curled up under it. I could already feel myself falling asleep.

“Just take a nap,” Niall whispered.

“M’kay,” I moaned, already falling asleep.

When I woke up, Niall was sitting on the opposite couch and was watching TV.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he said.

“Hi,” I whispered.

My eyes focused on the hot chocolate sitting on the coffee table and I drank it.

“So how are you feeling?” Niall asked, watching me cautiously.

I paused for a second to take in my condition. Within a couple seconds, I was shivering and had a raging headache.  “I’m dying,” I moaned.

Niall got up and sat next to me. He managed to get under my blanket

“You’re stealing my blankie,” I whined.

“Too bad,” Niall said.

I focused on the TV. It was a random movie, and I watched it. After a couple of minutes, I felt Niall’s arm snake around my shoulders. I took this as a sign and leaned into him, sighing as his warmth enveloped me. My head was resting on his shoulder. Niall tugged me a little closer, until I was almost sitting on his lap.

“Bri?” he asked.

“Yeah?” I mumbled back.

“Will you go on a date with me?”

I sat up, Niall’s arm falling. “I’m sick,” I pointed out.

“So?” Niall asked. When I gave him a look, he continued. “We can just sit here and watch movies.”

“Okay,” I said, snuggling up to him again.

We started watching the movie again. After a while, my stomach started hurting again. When Niall shifted, he hit my stomach. I winced.

“Does your stomach hurt?” Niall asked.

Pushing up my shirt to show my belly, Niall rested his hand on my stomach, rubbing his thumb over the surface. It was strangely comforting and it soothed my painful tummy. I kind of felt self conscious about Niall seeing my stomach, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, we stayed like that for hours, not talking, just watching movies and cuddling until we fell asleep.

Harry’s P.O.V.

Lacey and I walked into Niall’s flat. I was about to shout out when Lacey shushed me.

“What?” I asked.

She giggled and pointed to the living room. I peeked my head in and saw Brielle and Niall, snuggled up on the couch. Niall was kind of covering Brielle, protecting her. Brielle had her head on Niall’s chest and Niall’s head was resting on top of hers. They looked so cute.

“We are so getting them together,” Lacey whispered, coming to stand next to me.

I reached down so I could wrap my arm around her shoulders. Lacey was so short it was cute.

“Yup, totally getting them together,” I said, smiling down at Lacey, who smiled back.

And we stood there, watching the cute couple.

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