The stomach bug. It's just awful, isn't it? For the past two days you'd done nothing but lay around, or puke that is. Everytime you'd try and eat, it'd make its way back up and out. Niall stood by you, holding your hair back, and just lending his support. He'd fetch you some soup, or an ice cold water. He'd bundle you up in blankets, and put on hundreds of old movies.
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One Direction imagine/preferences #wattys2016
Teen Fictionjust imagines with the boys