By Their Side - Niall Horan Fan Fiction

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***Recap***

Niall leaned down and brushed my hair out of my face, “You look so beautiful tonight.” He whispered.

 

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” I whispered back.

 

 And then he wrapped his arm around my waist as a huge set of fireworks exploded over the sea. I widened my eyes and smiled at it, as Niall pulled me in closer. 

Addison’s P.O.V

 

I woke up in a tangle of bed sheets, with my hair sticking to my forehead. Stupid heat wave.

I pulled myself up and trudged to the mirror in the main bathroom, leaning over the sink. I scrubbed the leftover makeup that was now smudged off my face, and yawned. I stuck my hair into a messy bun, and brushed my teeth lazily.

I got changed into my sweats and a crop top, which went over my bra. I was boiling, and I was also feeling quite ill. I walked sluggishly downstairs, to be greeted with the smell of pancakes, and a cheery Louis in my face. I groaned and shoved him away.

“What?” Louis pouted.

I sighed, “I’m not feeling too well.” I said, and walked to the cupboard, and grabbing a glass, filling it up with tap water. I sat on the couch and pulled my feet up. Niall was sat there too, so I snuggled into his side and he wrapped an arm around me.

“Aw, babe, you’re really warm.” He said, kissing my forehead.

“Feel icky...” I whined, making grabby hands. He pulled me onto his back, and I rested my face on his shoulder. He walked into the kitchen, where the boys all snickered at how he was carrying me. He dumped me on an island stool, to which I smacked my head down on the counter and let my eyes slip shut.

I could hear Niall rummaging through all the cupboards. He tapped my elbow and I sat up. He had a glass of water and a tablet. “Wassss that?” I slurred out, looking up at him.

“It’s paracetamol.”  He said, “Helps with pains and aches.” He finished.

I quietly thanked him and forced the tablet back. “I call movie day.” I said, pushing myself back to my spot on the couch. I flopped down and Zayn sat on the recliner beside me. I felt the back of his hand rest on my forehead.

“You’re burning up.” He mumbled. I whined and grabbed the controller, flicking on the TV to see The Simpsons on. As the theme tune played, Ari ran out of her room, her bra on show, her hair a mess, and one leg of her pyjama pants rolled up to her knee.

“Simpsons?”

I shook my head, and pointed at her top, which she fixed, and then hopped on the recliner with Zayn, practically sprawling across him. I found my eyes becoming droopy as I rested on the couch, and next thing I knew – I was out like a light.