Picked [Narry]

c. nine

[ there are a lot more people reading now. hiiiiiiiii.

i am not proud of this chapter. it's fluffy but pointless. ugh.

no idea who to dedicate this to so let's go with my crazy cool drummer mad-is-on the drums. ]

-x-

"Mr. Horan? Are you awake?"

The maid slowly slipped into the room, a few cold drinks and blankets in her arms. Niall opened his eyes and let out a noise. He could barely talk at this point. The strep had gotten so bad, but Niall still refused to go to the hospital until Harry got home.

"How are you feeling?"

"Time?" Niall let out, his voice not like his own anymore.

"Mr. Styles said he was landing thirty minutes ago. He should be here soon. Are you sure you don't want to warn him?"

"Yes."

"Alright. Should I leave the drinks by your nightstand?" Niall let out an appreciative sound and she placed them next to him. "Do you need anymore blankets?" Niall let out the same sound and she covered him in another blanket.

He was not cold. He was actually quite uncomfortable, but his goal was to sweat the fever out.

There was suddenly a loud slamming sound and Niall shot his head up, groaning at the strain he put on his neck and thus his throat. The maid guided him back down gently.

"I swear, Josh, if Zayn Malik ends up missing within the next months don't be concerned if I have fled the country. He's so irritating!"

Niall didn't want Harry to find out he was sick when he was still upset. Harry had proved he had a temper on him, and Niall didn't want Harry to take it out on him.

"Would you like me to leave the room, Mr. Horan?"

"Please."

The maid nodded. "I'll be back in an hour to check your temperature. The medicine I gave you a few minutes ago should start working." Before she left, she gave him a smile. "I bet you're so happy Harry is back home."

When she finally was gone, Niall groaned in his head. Harry was still ranting downstairs. Knowing Harry, he was probably pacing back and forth in front of Josh, his face scrunched up.

"Josh? Where's Niall?"

Niall's heart dropped down to his stomach. Harry would be so mad at him for not telling.

"Mr. Styles, Niall hasn't been feeling so well lately."

"What? What's wrong? Is it his throat? I knew I should have said something about it. Does he have a fever? Is he pale? Did he get any medicine?"

"I believe you should go check on him yourself."

"Where is he? Is he comfortable?"

"He's in your bed with about five blankets on him. I think he's quite comfortable."

Niall wiggled around and smiled  slightly. Josh was right. He was pretty comfortable. It's like as soon as Harry asked all those questions that made it seem like he cared, he felt slightly less hot and sick.

"Thank you, Josh."

Niall squeezed his eyes shut. Harry didn't sound mad. But he would probably be disappointed with Niall.

He had to have been a little bit upset with him. There's no way Harry could actually be okay with Niall not telling him.

"Niall? You in here?"