1D sickfics

Food poisoning: Niall

Sorry I haven't written in this series for a while I've been busy with homework and cross country.

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Your p.o.v.

"Aren't you gonna walk me in?" I asked shyly. He always walked in with me and stayed for a minute. Today though, he hadn't even stopped the car.

"Uh," he stalled.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, still not getting out. Maybe he's mad at me or something.

"I, uh, yeah, well no, I mean, it's not your fault," he stuttered.

"Niall c'mon babe tell me," I prodded, grabbing his hand. I frowned when I felt how sweaty it was.

"I just," he sighed. "I don't feel well and I just want to get home," he finished.

"Aw, nialler, why didn't you tell me?" I asked. This boy is something else, I tell ya. Making me think he was mad but really he's just sick.

"Come inside, and I'll get you a drink. Then maybe you'll feel better," I suggested.

"Um, I don't know," he said nervously.

"Niall come on, let me take care of you," I pleaded.

"Okay okay," he finally agreed, turning off the car and climbing out.

I grabbed his clammy hand once again and led him up to the front door, pulling out my key and unlocking it.

I pushed open the door and pulled him into the kitchen. Then I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and set it down on the counter.

"Just water?" I asked.

"Yeah," he grunted. Wow he must really be not feeling good.

"Ice or no ice?" I asked over my shoulder, standing in front of the fridge. He didn't answer.

"Niall?" I asked, turning around to look at him. He had one arm gripping his stomach, the other hand clamped over his mouth.

"Shit," I cursed, rushing over to grab his elbow and dragging him in front of the sink just as he began to dry heave into his hand.

Once he was in front of the sink he moved his hand and threw up his whole dinner. I rubbed his back in circles until he was finished.

"You done ni?" I asked softly. He nodded, still breathing heavily.

"Okay, let's go sit down," I said, helping him over to the couch, where he shakily sat down.

"Tired," he moaned.

"I know love, let me go get you the water and then you can lay down," I told him, standing up and walking back into the kitchen.

I filled up the glass with water, no ice, and walked back to the living room.

"Here you go," I said as I handed it to him.

He took it gratefully and took a few sips before setting it down on my coffee table.

"Lay down now, and try to get some rest," I instructed, having already decided that I wasn't going to let him drive home in this state.

"Okay," he whispered, laying down on his side. I covered him with a blanket, because it's kind of cold in my house.

"Night baby, I love you," I whispered, kissing his forehead.

"Love you too," he murmured as he fell asleep.

Great, now I have to go clean the sink. Yuck. I looked down at the sleeping Niall and smiled softly. He's such a cutie.

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Wow that was incredibly lame. I'm gonna finish this series today probably. Louis' is gonna be the best. I already have it planned.