1D sickfics

Narry: Niall faints

Here's another one in this series. I should really be doing my homework right now but whatever.

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Harry's p.o.v.

"Harry I'm fine," Niall insisted.

"You look pale and I can tell you're tired," I pointed out.

"But, I don't have a fever and I'm not contagious," he countered.

"I just don't want you to relapse," I sighed.

"Harry, look, I appreciate you worrying about me, but I'm going to do the interview," he said firmly.

"Okay, but you have to promise me you'll say something of you start feeling bad," I said, giving in.

"I promise," he agreed to my condition.

"Well let's go then," I said, getting up.

We walked out of my dressing room into the main room, where the other boys were. We have to go on stage for the interview in about 10 minutes.

"Hey guys," Louis chirped.

"Hey," I replied, plopping down onto the end of the couch, pulling Niall down on my lap since there was no room.

He leaned back against me and rested his head on my shoulder. No matter what he said I could tell he was exhausted. He was sick for almost a week and it left him drained, he just won't admit it.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and just appreciated these few minutes where he was actually letting me hold him.

"Let's go boys," our manager yelled.

Reluctantly, I put my hands on Niall's hips and lifted him off of me, helping him stand. Then I stood up myself and followed the boys up the stairs and onto a small stage.

The stage was just a wood platform, with 5 stools in a row and a chair on the opposite side, for the interviewer.

Liam sat down on the far side, then Zayn, Louis, and Niall. I sat on the end closest to the dressing rooms.

Once we'd all sat down and gotten comfortable, the interviewer walked in and sat down.

"Hi boys," he said.

"Hello," we all echoed back.

"How are you?" he asked.

"I'm pretty good," Liam answered.

"Me too," I agreed.

"Excellent. Well let's get started. So, favorite song on the album?" he started. How original.

"Better than words,"

"Little white lies,"

"You and I"

"Strong,"

"Don't forget where you belong,"

We all said our answers. The interviewer nodded and looked down at his papers.

"Last person you texted?" he asked next. That's a new one.

We all pulled out our phones to see who we had last texted.

"Ed sheeran,"

"Harry actually,"

"Fizzy,"

"My mum,"

"Sophia,"

I glanced over at Niall as he slipped his phone back into his pocket while taking a deep, shaky breath.

He looked over at me and blushed, knowing I'd seem him. I raised one eyebrow and he just nodded, turning back to face the front.

"Who's single and who's not?" he asked. The classic.

"I'm dating Sophia Smith," Liam answered.

I'm engaged to Perrie Edwards," Zayn spoke next.

"I'm dating Eleanor Calder," Louis replied.

"I'm free," I said.

"Same here," Niall added.

Management doesn't want the fans to know about us so we just pretend were single, unfortunately.

I glanced over at Niall again, knowing how much it bothers him to say he's single. I was surprised to see that he didn't look sad, but instead, deep in thought... and really pale. And his eyes are closed. Wait?

Then he fell backwards off of the stool, hitting the floor with a thud. I jumped up out of my stool and dropped down next to him, shaking his shoulder.

"NI NIALLER WAKE UP!" I yelled, seeing the boys come stand on either side of me.

Niall's eyes fluttered open. He blinked a few times then moaned and closed them again.

I scooped him up into my arms and carrying him off the stage, not even giving a fuck what anyone else said. No one even tried to stop me.

I laid him down on the couch. Then he opened his eyes to look at me again.

"Sorry I didn't tell you," he whispered.

"It's okay baby, I'm just glad you're alright," I said, ruffling his hair.

He should have told me. Then I could've gotten him off stage and out of the lights before he passed out, but he'll hear about that when he's feeling better.

"Okay," he whispered, closing his eyes again.

"I gotta go finish the interview love, go to sleep. I love you," I said, kissing his forehead.

"L've y'too," he slurred his words together, already falling asleep.

I sighed and trudged back up into the stage, prepared for questions about Niall, and 20 more minutes without being able to see him. oh the perks of being famous.

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Im really excited for the next two because they'll be larry yay!!