Your P.O.V.
Niall, being the friendly helper he is, loved to help at the daycare closest to where we lived. He would come home and tell me how he helped his "buddy", a little boy named Ollie (3), that day. He would wake up every morning at 10 so that he could get to the center and see Ollie. Niall woke up and came downstairs.
"Hey y/n", he kissed my lips.
"Hey Ni", I told him with a peck on the cheek.
He grabbed a bowl of cereal and sat down with me to eat breakfast with me. We ate Captain Crunch, both of our favorite cereal. Once he was done, he put his bowl in the sink.
"I'm off to go help at the daycare center", he said and grabbed the keys.
"Tell me all about it when you get home", I called back to him.
I grabbed the other set of keys and headed to the mall.
Niall's P.O.V.
I arrived at the center after getting some Double Deckers for Ollie and I to snack on, they were our favorite. (Double Deckers are a British candy mhmm I do my research) I walked inside with the bag of candy and to where Ms. Carmichael was standing there.
"Hello Niall", she greeted, "Nice to see you today. I'm really happy you volunteer here."
She looked down at my bag, "Double Deckers for you and Ollie yeah?"
I nodded and she pointed to a kid with his head down, "He's over there and for some reason he is not energetic. I've never seen him quite so tuckered out."
I nodded and walked over to him.
I tapped on his back, "Hey buddy."
I heard a sniffle.
"Aww Ollie are you upset?"
He shook his head and I'm pretty sure I heard a muffled sneeze come from him.
"Are you sick buddy?"
He nodded and then looked at me. He looked miserable: His eyes were red at the brim and the tip of his nose was red, you could obviously see he was sweating and crying.
"I'm sorry buddy."
"I want my daddy", he sobbed.
"Let's go call him", I grabbed his hand and we walked over to Ms. Carmichael.
"He's sick", I told her.
"He looks it", she turned to Ollie, "Let's call dad yeah?"
He nodded and she called his dad.
"Ollie's dad is coming to get him so we don't need your help anymore dear", she told me.
I took out 4 Double Decker candy bars and gave them to Ollie, "Feel better bud."
I hugged him before I grabbed my keys and went out to my car. I drove home and walked in to the house to see y/n wasn't there. I took a nap on the couch. Just until she gets back.
I felt someone slap me, "Ni please wake up."
I opened my eyes to see y/n was crying.
"I thought you weren't going to wake up."
"Why?"
"I slapped you like ten times, but you didn't wake up."
I nodded, "I'm still tired."
"Well come on up to bed."
I nodded and walked upstairs with y/n. We both climbed in bed and cuddled. I kissed y/n's cheek before I closed my eyes.
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I turned away from y/n as I felt the urge to sneeze. I cupped my hands over my mouth and nose and sneezed twice. I sniffled thickly. Fuck! I pulled myself out of bed, sneezing four more times.
"Ni come back to bed", y/n moaned, half asleep.
"Uh uh I'm sick", I told her.
She immediately sat up, "What's wrong Ni?"
"My throat hurts, I'm sneezing, I can't breathe, I'm cold and hot, and I feel like utter shit."
"Sounds like the flu Ni", she told me.
I sniffled and then brought my hands up to my face, sneezing wetly four times into them.
"Bless you", she got up, "Lay back in bed, I'll look for some medicine."
I nodded and laid my head onto my pillow and one wheeze sent me coughing painfully and loudly into my fist. I moved with every powerful cough.
"That's a nasty cough you got there too Ni", y/n called from downstairs.
Am I that loud?
I laid back down after the hacking coughs were done racking my body. I sniffled and groaned.
"Y/n can I get some hot chocolate and a warm blanket", I called congestedly.
I got a tissue off of my nightstand and held it up to my now runny nose. I hate being sick.
