One Direction One-Shots

Niall Passes Out

~Louis's Pov~
Niall's singing his part in 'Little Things' but he sounds a bit off. His voice is kinda hoarse and he looks really tired. He's sorta leaning over his guitar; balancing his weight on it. I just notice he has bags under his eyes. He probably isn't sleeping well; none of us have, really. We've been sleeping on the tour bus so the beds aren't as nice as normal.
"I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth. But if it's true, it's you, it's you they add up to. I'm in love with you, and all your little things." Harry ends the song and the fans are going wild, screaming and cheering.
"We love you Harry!" One says.
"Louis!" Another says. I look to where the voice came from and wave to her. She squeals and I laugh. I look back over to Niall and he looks worse than before; he's set his guitar back in it's holder. I walk across the stage to him. "Hey mate. You okay?" I ask him as he nods, not so convincingly. I brush it off, but stay on Niall's side of the stage. The tune for 'Little Black Dress' comes on. This one has to be one of my favorite songs on the album.
"Little black dress just walked into the room, making heads turn ,can't stop looking at you. It's so right, It's so right, It's so right you know. Little black dress did you come here alone? It's too late, It's too late, It's too late to go home. It's so right, It's so right, It's so right you know. It's so right, It's so right, It's so right you know. I wanna see the way you move for me baby, I wanna see the way you move for me baby, I wanna see the way you move for me." We start singing. I get lost in the song as we're nearing the middle. Some fans scream, putting their hands over their mouths, worried looks on their faces. I turn around to look at Niall and ask him what's going on, when I see Niall is what's wrong. He's fallen on the floor, his eyes closed. His mic is on the floor next to his hand.
"NIALL!" I yell, running over to his unconscious body. The boys apparently heard me because they've stopped singing and yell at someone to stop the music. They all rush over to us.
"What happened?!" They ask me.
"I-I don't know. One second he's fine, the next he's on the floor." I tell them as I put my fingers just below his jawline and find his pulse.
"His pulse is really weak. Niall wake up." I tell him, shaking his shoulders. He doesn't move.
"Boys, get a medic!" I say, tears starting to form in my eyes. Liam throws his mic on the floor and runs backstage. Harry and I are leaning over Niall, crying, trying to wake him up. Liam comes back, two medics running behind him. They push me and Harry out of the way and start doing a bunch of medical things I can't comprehend because of my overwhelming worry.
"He needs to be taken to the hospital; we're taking him now." The medics tell us as they go grab a stretcher on the side of the stage and carry it over to Niall, lifting him and placing him on the stretcher. They carry him off the stage and I follow behind them. Harry stays back to calm the fans and tell them what is happening. He catches up to us a few minutes later. After we get outside, there's an ambulance waiting. The two medics place Niall in the ambulance and give the explanation to the nurses in the back.
"Does anyone want to ride with us to the hospital? Two can come with us, the rest can follow behind." The one with the blonde hair tells us.
"I'll go with Harry in the ambulance." I inform the three boys as I get in, Harry following behind me as we sit on the right side of Niall. The blonde nurse is attaching an IV to Niall's left arm as the medics close the doors and we start moving. I grab Niall's hand and squeeze it. This is my fault. I didn't do anything when I knew he felt bad. And now he's hurt. It's as if Harry can read my thoughts. He squeezes my shoulder.
"Niall's going to be okay, Louis. It isn't your fault." He tells me as he looks at me, sympathetically. I just nod and stare at Niall, as the ambulance drives to the hospital.
We get to the hospital and climb out as the nurses pull Niall out of the ambulance. They wheel him in on a rolling stretcher and start taking him back. I try following, but Harry holds me back.
"It's okay Louis. They won't let you back there anyway." He tells me as he holds me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my head. I start to cry and Harry turns me around, hugging me. When he lets me go, we sit in the waiting room until the boys arrive. They don't say anything, just sit down next to us and wait. After about thirty minutes a nurse comes out.
"Friends and family of Niall Horan." I bolt up out of my seat as I rush up to the nurse.
"What's wrong with him? Is he okay?" I ask.
"Follow me. I'll take you to him." She says as she leads us down a hallway to his room. When he walk in, my heart shatters. Niall is asleep in a hospital bed, an IV connected to his arm.
"Niall, Mr. Horan, fell unconscious because he was dehydrated and sleep deprived. All the energy he needed for the show, including sweating, exhausted him, causing his brain to enter a sort of "sleep mode" such as passing out." The nurse tells us. "He should be okay as long as he stays here for the night. We'll release him in the morning."
"Thank you." Zayn says as the nurse, Carla - I read her name tag - leaves the room.
"If you need anything just press the red button by the bed." She says without another glance. We all sit down in the chairs around the room. I hold Niall's hand. He starts shifting a few minutes later, mumbling random words I can't understand. He stops as he opens his beautiful, bright blue eyes and looks around. I stand up as the boys noticed he's awake. They don't say anything, just watch him.
"Hey, it's alright, Niall. We're here. You're okay." I reassure him, standing in his line of sight.
"What happened?" He asks me, squinting, his voice still hoarse.
"You passed out on stage, remember?" I ask him, as he shakes his head, frowning.
"You were dehydrated and really tired. The nurse, Carla, said that you have to stay here tonight, but will be released in the morning." He nods and I squeeze his hand. I lean in and hug him, whispering into his ear, "I was so scared something happened to you. I'm so glad you're okay." The next part I say so quiet I don't even think he hears me.
"I love you Niall. I didn't realize it before, but you're my life. I need you." I start to pull back, but freeze when I feel his warm breath on my ear.
"I love you too, Louis." I almost fall on the floor. I shakily make it back to my seat and sit down.
"Hey, Louis?" Zayn asks me.
"Yeah, Zayn?" I reply back, looking at him, my voice now raised to its normal volume.
"We're going to clear out of here and let the two of y'all be by yourselves." He says, smirking at me. I shoot him a glare and nod. They all walk out of the room, shutting the door behind them. As soon as they're gone I look back at Niall.
"You really love me?" I ask him in disbelief.
"I've loved you since I met you. I don't know how I've been able to contain my feelings so well. If I'd told you, you would've noticed how I stand by you in all the concerts, and my recording time is always after yours so I can hear your voice through the door. How I sit next to you in every interview and feel the way I-I do around you..." I've stood up and moved to the bed, sitting next to his legs and cupping his face in my hands. I stare into his eyes and lean forward, my gaze landing on his lips. As our lips meet, somehow my love for him increases even more. His hands come up to my hair and brush through it, sending multiple tingles through my body. We part too soon, breathless all the same.
"Can't. We're in a hospital." He says laughing. I laugh too and kiss his forehead, as I scoot next to him and he lays his head on my chest.
A nurse comes in once Niall's asleep that night and I'm escorted out of the building (no visitors after 8). I go back to the hotel, thinking about all that happened today and realizing how tired I am. I get back to my hotel and fall on the bed, asleep in seconds, still in my clothes from today. I don't even notice Harry asleep in his own bed.
Niall is released the next day and management gives him the day off to rest out of the hospital. Liam and Zayn are sharing a room and Harry has one with me. Niall has his own.
"Harry, I'm going to go visit Niall, okay? See how he's doing." That's such a lie. I can't wait to get my hands on him. Feel his lips on mine.
"Okay, see you in a bit." Harry replied.
"Yeah, see ya." I say as I left our room. I knock on Niall's door and he opens it, seeing me and smiling. He lets me in and I shut the door behind me.
"I love you." I tell him, grabbing his hands.
"I love you, too." He says back, leaning forward, pecking me on my lips. The one peck turns into a kiss, then turns into full on snogging. His lips feel so good against mine. I grab Niall's hips and hoist him up, letting him wrap his legs around my waist. He continues kissing me as I walk over to his bed and set him down on it. I lean over him as he briefly parts from my lips, only to move backwards so his head is resting on the pillows. I pull his shirt off and unbuckle his pants as he starts to moan.
The boys don't bother us for the rest of the day. We lay in the bed, our clothes strewn across the floor, completely forgetting about anything that had happened before we were together.
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