One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Niall Imagine for @zoem015

Imagine for Zoe! :D Hope you like it! :)

“Zoe!” Niall’s voice rang through our flat. “You have to leave for work in a couple of hours!” I groggily sat up, rubbing my head. I squinted at my bedside clock, the red print numbers blinking out 1:00.

I sighed, swinging my feet out of bed. My hand automatically flew up to hold my head, which was suddenly pounding. I squeezed my eyes shut to try and minimize the pain before blindly walking to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

While I was in the shower, I started to feel dizzy, and I grabbed the wall for support. I blinked rapidly and shook my head, pressing a hand to my head. It did feel warmer than usual, but that was probably because of all the hot water I was using and the steam that was filling up the bathroom.

Ever since my boss had switched me to the afternoon and early night schedule at work, I had started to feel weird. I had to rearrange my sleep schedule to fit with my work schedule, along with my exercise and cleaning schedule. All of the stress from work and the duties I had around the house were starting to get me. But I couldn’t be sick. I was rarely sick. And I hated to be a burden to Niall. He worked really hard in the studio every day, and the least I could do was to help around the house.

Fifteen minutes later, I emerged from the shower, quickly drying my hair and throwing on my uniform. I tied my hair back in a ponytail before putting away all my makeup and examining my reflection in the mirror. I suppose I look alright for someone who feels like crap, I thought, shrugging to myself. As I stared at myself, I felt my nose itch, and I suddenly sneezed three times in a row before I could stop it. I sniffled, scowling at my reflection. “I am not going to get sick,” I huffed at it, slamming the door behind me as I left the bathroom.

“Everything alright up there? I heard the door slam,” Niall asked me as I walked into the kitchen. I took a seat at the table and took a sip of the orange juice that Niall had poured me.

“Yeah, it’s fine. The door was just jammed,” I sniffled, muffling a sneeze in my shirt before turning back to my lunch.

“Bless you,” Niall laughed, plopping across from me at the table with a sandwich. I mumbled a thank you and started to pick at my salad, my stomach not really feeling up for the food. Sighing, I took another sip of orange juice, relishing as the cold liquid made its way down my burning throat. I wonder, I thought, holding the glass up so that it leaned against my forehead. I sighed rather loudly at the blissful feeling, and Niall looked up from his sandwich, laughing lightly.

“Zoe, love?”

“Hm?” I responded, my eyes fluttering closed.

“Whatcha doin’?” he asked, dragging out the two words slowly.

“Just appreciating how cold the juice is,” I shrugged, stabbing my salad with my fork and shoving it in my mouth. Niall nodded once, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “I better get going. (Y/Boss/N) will not be happy if I’m late. It’s supposed to be busy today,” I said, standing up to grab my keys and purse.

“But, babe, you’ve barely touched your food,” Niall protested, standing up and grabbing my wrist as I made my way to the door.