Niall: Last week, Niall rushed you to the ER in the middle of the night due to your screaming pain. Turns out you had a ruptured appendix. After getting it removed, you were back home in Niall’s care. And Niall, being the slightly clueless lad he is, he at first didn’t realize how severe you still were. “Princess, what’s for dinner?” He yells over the sport game he’s watching. You, finally comfortable in your plush bed, groan and text him, ‘Niall James, come here right now.’ About five minutes later, he walks into the room you two share with a confused look. “What’s wrong, (y/n)?” “Niall, I just got home from hospital. You know I love you, but you really except me to make you dinner? Do you have any idea how much pain I’m still in?” You snap, lifting your shirt a little to show your still slightly bloody scar. Niall’s eyes seem to suddenly soften in realization. “(y/n), I don’t know what the hell was wrong with me.” He runs his hand through his hair and sits on the edge of the bed. “I had no idea you were still in so much pain.” “It’s fine Niall,” you smile, sitting up to grab his clammy hand. “But do you think you can maybe cook dinner tonight?” You laugh. “Oh, of course! I’ll make your favorite!” He shoots out of your room and within minutes, the house is filled with a slightly pungent smell of charred food and a cursing Niall, making you giggle and realize how lucky you were.
Zayn: Your boyfriend, Zayn, received a phone call at the studio from your sister saying you were being rushed to the hospital. She didn’t give much detail but he soon found out that you had been preparing lunch for a couple of your friends when you cut your finger with a steak knife. Although it wasn’t too bad, you still were in need for a few stitches. That evening you were in Zayn’s arms, being lavished in kisses. “Can I get you anything, (y/n)?” He asked for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. “Zayn, love, how many times do I have to tell you, it’s just a little cut.” You smile, kissing his stubbly cheek. “I know babe, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” “I know, love. I am, thank you.”
Louis: After taking a tumble down your stairs, Louis insisted on you getting an x-ray on your throbbing knee. You were happy he did when it turned out you had torn your ACL. After going into emergency surgery, you were soon back home. You were the type of person that refused to admit defeat, therefore, Louis had to constantly remind you to take it easy. “(y/n), you need to use your crutches. I know you don’t want to, but if you don’t you’re just going to injure yourself more.” You knew he was right, and after a couple break downs, you obliged. Louis always seemed to know what was best for you, even if you doubted him at first.
Liam: “Liaaaaam!” You screamed from the basement. You were cleaning up glass from the vase your puppy had knocked off the table when a thick shard of glass sliced into your heel. “What is it (y/n)?! What’s wrong?!” He shouted as he ran to you in horror watching the puddle of blood pooling in the carpet. Seventeen hours and tons of grueling pain later, you were at home resting on the couch, watching Keeping Up With The Kardashian’s and having Liam cater to your every need. He didn’t mind it at all either!
Harry: After the fifth day of merciless stomach and back pains, you went to the hospital to find out you had three kidney stones. After the laser removal surgery, Harry drove you all over town, running into stores to buy you shoes, purses, makeup, clothes, everything! “Last stop, (y/n)!”Harry grinned, pulling up to your favorite frozen yogurt restaurant. “Harry! Thank you!” You squealed, reaching over to give him a hug. “Anything for my beautiful, love.” He softly kissed your forehead.
