Unexpected (A Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

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"Tim," I heard. It sounded distant. Someone had their hand on my shoulder, shaking me awake, "Cmon love. Gotta get up." The voice sounded familiar. I didn't want to get up so I just laid there, silent.

"Tim," the boy I couldn't remember said somewhat more sternly, "Get up lad."

I made a grunting notice because he was starting to shake me for roughly. I was beginning to wake up and become more aware. I felt warm, my head was against something hard yet comfortable, my arms wrapped around whatever it was.

I nuzzled my face, to get more comfortable. While I nuzzled, I got a slight giggle from whoever was trying to wake me up, "Cmon lad, you're tickling me."

It took me awhile before I realized I what I was laying on. Rather who I was laying on. I took one hand and rubbed my eyes, before opening them up. And there starring back at me was Niall. I had my head just below his chest, and my arms wrapped around him.

"Did I fall asleep?" I said with a yawn. I went to rub my eyes again before I felt a pain in one. That's when I remembered the events of the day. As they came flooding back, I pushed them away. Far away.

Niall must've noticed me wince because he grabbed my hand, not to hard but strongly enough so he could pull it away, "Would you like some Advil or something for that?" He had his hand on the side of my face, rubbing my cheek with his thumb.

I tried to sit up, making the room spin and my head throb. I closed my eyes and winced again, "Yes please. Do you know where they are?"

"Yep, already looked for them earlier," he stood, making sure I was okay before heading towards the kitchen.

It took a little while for Niall to return, but he came back with a half glass of water and 3 advils. I took a sip of water, before taking the pills down a after. I hated the feeling when you felt them slide down your throat. It was so uncomfortable. I took one last sip and set my cup on the table.

"What time is it?" I asked, Niall was standing still looking down at me.

He took out his phone and checked it, "Almost seven thirty."

I automatically felt guilty, he was going to take me on a date, "Niall, why didn't you wake me up? I thought you wanted to go on a date."

"You just looked.. To peaceful to wake up. Besides you need your sleep after the day you had," he sat down next to me. I had my elbows on my knees, my head in my hands. He set his hand on my back and told me not to worry about it, we could do it another day.

All I knew at this moment was that my head hurt, bad. The throbbing was moving to everywhere. I instantly started feeling nauseas, and got up to make my way to the bathroom. I felt whatever was in my stomach about to make its way back up, so I ran. I busted through the bathroom door and opened the toilet lid before releasing reminisce of whatever was in my stomach all day.

I still felt sick and I still had the throbbing in my head. It felt worse now. Niall came running in behind me, "Babe are you okay?"

I was definitely delusional or something because I thought I heard him call me babe. I highly doubt he just did.

"My head hurts. Bad," that was all I could say because talking made it worse. It hurt everywhere. I closed my eyes and closed the toilet lid before flushing. I laid my arm on top of the seat, my head on that.

"Do you wanna lay down?" I could tell he was nervous and didn't know what to do. But I could also tell he was trying to hide it.

I didn't want to respond. I didn't want to move. I just wanted to sleep suddenly. The pain kept getting worse and worse. I started to try to tell Niall what we needed to do, and it didn't even come out well, "Weh. Hospita. Now." It didn't even sound right. I wanted to say things but I couldn't. I just couldn't and I was scared.