When things go crashing upside down- Niall Horan

Chapter 5

Nialls breath got stuck in his throat and his body froze, unsure of what to do. He could pretend he wasn't in here, but clearly Zayn already knew, he could pretend all was fine and that he was just feeling a little sick or he could open the door and confide in his elder bandmate. Ha! That wasn't gonna happen! So, he decided on plan B.

'Niall, come on I know you're in there. Are you alright?' Zayns words floated through the door, worry seeping through each word that came out his mouth.

Niall let out a breath before replying 'I-I'm fine Zayn. Go back to bed' He told the boy behind the door as he made his way to the toilet to clean up the mess.

'No, Niall. I'm waiting 'till you come out.' Zayn stubbornly replyed taking a seat on Nialls bed and crossing his arms.

Niall sighed, 'fine.' He answered then flushed the toilet. The young Irish boy took a quick look around the bathroom for any signs of what had just happened then looked at himself to makesure he looked 'decent' so to speak. Then left the bathroom to see Zayn had stuck to his word on staying untill he came out.

'Okay, mate. I'm out. You can leave now'

'No. I want to know why I wonke up to hear a certain someone throwing up like i've never heard before, eh?' 

Once again, he took in a sharp breath. If he heard the vomit, he heard the sobbs and was probably outside for it all...SHIT SHIT SHIT! HOW COULD I BE SO CARELESS?!Niall screamed internally

'Oh...I'm just feeling a wee bit sick is all' Niall solomnly replied, looking down at his feet and playing with his hands.

Zayn frowned at the vulnerable boy who stood before him. 

'Alright, common bud. Lets get you to bed then' 

Zayn had stood up, made his way to Niall and wrapped his arms around his shoulders leading him towards the big king sized bed and helping his friend get in. He was about to leave when a frail hand grabbed the cuff of his hoodie.He turned around, his chocolate brown eyes gazing into a pair of empty, lonely, upset blue ones. As Zayn studdied the face, he noticed the red puffy eyes, the trembling lip and the watery eyes. This had shocked him. Sure he'd been sick or he'd looked after his family when they where sickly but never, had he seen someone this upset looking after they'd thrown up.

'Z-Z-Zayn, W-Will you stay?' A little voice, the lanky boy couldn't believe had came out of his bestmate spoke.

'Yeah, of course' Zayn nodded, giving him a reasuring smile. Then sauntering round to the other side and slipping under the covers.

As soon as Zayn was in, Niall was next to him, snuggled right into his chest. Zayn could feel a wet patch on his jumper, "Is he crying?" Zayn asked himself in disbelief. He shook his head, his hand now rubbing the Irish blokes back.

'Hey, Hey. Shhhh, Shhh, You're okay. I'm here, Nialler. I'm here.' He soothed. LIGHT BULB MOMENT! Zayn had loved being sung to by his mother when he was sick...Maybe Niall did too. So, he lay down Nialls hed still burried in his chest, and began to sing softly 

'Don't look at me

Everyday is so wonderful

Then suddenly

It's hard to breathe

Now and then I get insecure

From all the pain

I'm so ashamed

I am beautiful

No matter what they say