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Zianourry 2: Niall

Okay just one more of the series after this one.

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Zayn's p.o.v.

"I'm s-sorry, I could get up, I made a m-mess," Niall sobbed.

"Woah woah, you're okay mate. It's fine don't worry about it," I assured him, rushing over to the couch. I quickly pulled off his dirty clothes and wadded up the puke-covered blankets.

I grabbed all of the stuff up and ran it to the other room, where I quickly tossed it into the washer and started it up. Then I raced back to Niall.

He was still crying, fairly hard, and clutching his stomach, the poor lad.

"Hey Ni, c'mere, it's okay," I shushed him, pulling the shaking boy to me, his head resting on his chest. I stood there and held him until his sobbing slowed to silent tears.

I pulled back and crouched down next to him, wiping the tears off of his cheeks with my thumb. He took a deep breath and finally stopped crying altogether.

"See, it's okay," I said softly, wrapping an arm around him and easing him back down to a laying position on the couch.

"I don't wanna throw up again," he whimpered. He's terrified of throwing up.

"I know Nialler, but if you have to, just yell for me, and I've got a trash can right here," I said, grabbing the one from across the room and setting it down by the couch.

"Okay," he whispered.

"Go to sleep mate," I said, ruffling his hair as he closed his eyes and attempted to fall asleep, despite his upset stomach, the poor lad.

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There it is.