Under Pressure *Completed*

chapter 12

*Niall*

"Harry! Harry!" I poke him quickly, I begin to panick as I feel worse every time I open my mouth.

"Ni?" his eyes open slowly, too slow.

"I don't feel to good" I take deep breaths in and out and such.

He shoots up and rubs my back.

"Come on, go to the bathroom then" Harry stands up and I hold on to him for support. Yes much bigger than me. It's nice.

I lean over the toilet and it pours out of me like lava.

"Damn, Niall! what's wrong! You were fine for..." he runs to his phone and brings it back with him  "Fine for 5 hours, it's 7 now, I'm calling the doctor, for a real appointment!" he states like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Fine" I grunt and lean over again.. it just keeps going. It feels like it's burning my insides out.

I feel a hand rub up and down my spine.. it kind of relaxes me.

"You alright? I called Paul, asked him to make the appointment, whatever happened to you, we have to cancel tonight's show... the tour can't go on, but we promised the fans we'll move th r date, no matter how long it takes you to get better" Harry continues to rub up and down my spine.

"I love you Harry" I make out.

"I love you too fuckface" I laugh and feel a lot better again

"I feel as if I could fly!" I do. Harry looks confused.

"Come on lets sit down... Paul has texted.. Said he'll pick us up in 5" Harry tells me leading me to the bed.

...

*at the doctors*

"Hello, Mr. Horan, Mr. styles, please take a seat" the nice lady doctor motions towards two seats.

"Ok, so what brings you here?" she asks me, I look at Harry and want him to explain like you do when youd go to the doctors with your mum, you just look at her like 'mum, tell the nice lady' that's what I'm doing to Harry

"Well, Niall hasn't been feeling very well, it started yesterday" Harry explains to her and she notes stuff down, Harry looks at me, taking my hand and squeezing it.

"He also threw up at 2 this morning, then he felt ten times better, then he threw up again at 7, just about half hour ago" he explains to her. She looks shocked.

"Niall, could I ask you to take your shirt off, we'll do some tests on you" I nod cos Harry's seen more than anyone ever.

"Are ugh... you two?" she asks and looks between us both. I put her out her awkwardness.

"Yes, but please dont tell anyone" I plead with wide eyes as Harry helps me take my tee off.

"Aww that's adorable, why would I tell anyone! that's up to you, alright Niall stand here please" I stand in front of her and she places one of those weird things doctors use to listen to your heart on my chest and it's freezing.

Harry's hand snakes it's way into mine and tangles our fingers. He gives me a reassuring squeeze.

"Ok, you're breathing and heart is excellent, but I'd like to do an ultrasound check if that's alright, to check if it's anything wrong with your bowls" she points to the bed and I gladly climb up onto it.

I lay down as she puts the cold weird liquid on my belly. I giggle as she rubs it around.

"Someone's ticklish!" she grabs my sides which only makes me squirm and laugh.