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Zianourry: sick Liam

Okay here's another one

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Liam's p.o.v.

"Liam are you okay in there?" Niall yelled through the door. I winced at the loudness of it.

"Yes," I yelled back, but my voice sounded hoarse, and I knew Niall could tell I had been crying.

"Come on Liam let me in I'm not stupid," Niall sighed.

I shakily pushed myself to my feet and trudged over to the door, unlocking it. The door swung open and there was Niall, looking concerned.

His frown deepened as he took in how pale and tired I knew I looked. Then I realized how tired I felt, and how hard it was just standing here. I opened my arms shyly.

Niall smiled softly at me and opened his arms widely, closing the distance between us and wrapping me in a comforting hug.

We stood like that for a while, but then I started to feel really warm. Too warm. I felt all sweaty and gross.

"Ni," I mumbled, pushing him away weakly.

"Oh Li, here," he said. Then he grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up over my head.

I sighed as the cool air hit me. It felt wonderful. Then I felt Niall's hand on my waist, gently leading me to the t.v. room. He walked me to the couch.

"Lay down, you can try and get some rest," he said.

In one motion, I laid down on the couch, pulling the blanket that's always on the arm up to my waist. I saw someone walk into the room out of the corner of my eye. It was Zayn.

"Oh, mate you okay?" he asked, frowning.

"M'sick," I mumbled, closing my eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said somewhat awkwardly.

"S'okay but I'm gonna go to sleep now," I told him.

"Night Li," he said, rubbing my back a bit.

"Night," I muttered as I fell asleep.

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I can't seem to write anything but short anymore hmph.