Niall Horan Imagines

You're sick

My stomach starts to feel funny as I lay down on the couch as Niall cooks dinner. He insisted since I have a horrible migraine right now. Probably getting my period soon.

My stomach feels queazy then my mouth gets that feeling like I'm gonna throw up.

"Niall I don't feel good." I say getting up off the couch clutching my stomach.

"Babe you look so pale." He says walking over to me and putting his arms around me. "Your cold." He says rubbing my arms.

"Im gonna throw up." I say covering my mouth. He grabs my hand and pulls me to the bathroom. I bend over the toilet and throw up. Nasty. He holds my hair back and rubs my back. He hands me a paper towel. I take it and wipe my mouth.

"Your okay baby." He says as I start to tear up. This happens every time I throw up because I feel bad that he has to then take care of me like he always insists on doing for the past 3 years.

"I'll take care of you. Come on let's get you some soup and all cozy." He says helping me up.

"You don't have to. Go out with the guys or something i don't want you getting sick." I say.

He laughs and shakes his head smiling. "How could I ever possibly have fun knowing my baby girl is sick at home." He asks.

"But your gonna get sick!" I say.

"Oh well." He shrugs and picks me up bridal style. He leans in but I push his face away.

"I just threw up." I chuckle. He puts me down and gets my toothbrush and preps it for me then hands it to me. "Your the best." I smile and brush my teeth. I spit and put my toothbrush away. He scoops me back up.

"Did you want to go to your bed or the couch?" He asks.

"Ummm couch." I say pointing to it. He takes me to the couch and lays me down.

"I'll be right back." He kisses my forehead and walks to the bathroom. I snuggle up into a ball and clutch my legs.

"Here you go baby." He lays a blanket on top of me and sets a bucket next to me.

"Thank you." I say shivering.

"If it's not too much to ask could you get me some tylonal and tissues?" I ask.

"Of course." He kisses my forehead then walks to the bathroom. He comes back with tylonal and a box of tissues.

"Thank you babe." I smile and take the bottle.

"No problem. Anything for you." He kisses my forehead then walks to the kitchen. I take the medicine and then take a small nap.

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I wake up to the sweet sound of Niall humming a familiar tune. I sit up and look to the kitchen. He's humming and making some tea. I must have only been asleep for a few minutes.

I get up groggily and walk to the kitchen and grip the wall holding myself up.

"Hi beautiful." He says smiling as he pours tea into a cup.

"Hi." I say softly.

"Here's your tea." He hands me the cup. I take it in my hands slowly and shakily. I set it down feeling too weak.

"Lay down I'll bring it to you." He says noticing my weakness.

"Thank you." I say and make my way to the couch. I lay down and rest my head on a pillow. He comes over to me with some tea and a napkin.

"Your the best." I say smiling.

"Not too cold not too hot just the way you like it. Here." He puts a straw in the cup and holds it next to me. I sip it and lay back. "Good?" He asks. I smile and nod.

"I'll be right here. I'm not moving." He says leaning against the couch.

"Then lay with me." I say sitting up.

He smiles and slides onto the couch. I get in front of him so he spoons me. "I love you." I say as he wraps his arms around me.

"I love you too baby girl." He says then kisses my head. I smile and drift off to sleep in his arms.

The next morning of course Niall wakes up sick. But I promised to take good care of him and I did as I said I would. :)

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