Your P.O.V.
"Niall we are going to meet my parents now stop acting like you're sick," I screamed when I found Niall's fake vomit on the floor.
Niall started laughing, "You don't know that, it's flu season."
"Niall."
He laughed again and then whined, "But I don't wanna."
"Niall James Horan you are such a baby."
"Your dad is going to yell at me."
"No he is not now home and go to sleep you have to get up early tomorrow."
"K."
"Be here by 7," I called after him.
"K."
He left and I went to bed, my roommate coming in a couple of minutes after Niall left. I huffed.
"What's wrong y/n," my roommate asked.
"My boyfriend does not want to meet my parents tomorrow, but I already told my parents we'd be there for Christmas Day with my whole family."
"Aww I'm pretty sure his butterflies will clear and he'll accept that he has to meet them."
"I hope."
"Night y/n."
"Night roomy."
I closed my eyes and went to sleep. I opened my eyes when I heard "This Freakin Song" start playing. I hit the snooze button and fell back asleep. Five minutes later the song repeated and I finally got up and turned the alarm off.
I looked closer at the time: 6:45. Oh shit. I hurriedly got dressed, found out that I had started my cycle and put my makeup on. I got the presents I'd gotten for Niall, my mom, dad, brother, sister-and-law, and two nieces just in time for Niall to knock on the door. I opened it up to see Niall in a long sleeved shirt and some sunglasses.
"Merry Christmas," I smiled.
He whispered something.
"Ni you gotta speak up."
"Merry Christmas," he whispered louder.
"Niall are you acting sick again?"
"No."
"Whatever we're still going."
"I know, let's go."
I followed him out to his car and got in the passengers seat. He started driving to my parents house. He pulled his shirt above his nose.
"Huh'ksh!"
He looked at me.
"I'm not blessing you, you're faking and it's pissing me off. I just want you to-"
"Huh'ksh! Ksh! HUHksh!"
"Still not blessing you Niall."
He sniffled thickly and then let his shirt fall down to it's normal place. He drove the rest of the way there sniffling. I wish he would stop pretending. He pulled into the driveway and got out. He grabbed his presents and then held my hand while we walked up the path.
He knocked on the door and my mom opened it up.
"Merry Christmas! You guys are early so you can just lay around."
"I thought you said seven mom."
"No I said eleven."
"Oh ok."
"Well don't just stand there in the bitter December cold, come in."
Niall and I walked in. Niall sat on the couch while I helped my mom finish decorating, cleaning, and cooking.
Your mom's P.O.V.
Y/n was in the kitchen cleaning the dishes when I went to go clean the living room. I heard snoring coming from Niall, who was asleep on the couch, his lips parted. Poor kid was probably exhausted from tour. I threw a blanket over his shivering frame. His chest started rising and falling, then he opened his eyes and exhaustedly pulled his shirt above his nose.
"Huh'KSHuh! UhSHuh! KSH!"
"Bless you honey," I said.
He smiled a little and I looked at the whole picture: lips parted, snoring, shivering, being exhausted, and sneezing and now his eyes were glassy and his nose was red. The poor boy was sick.
"Niall are you feeling ok," I asked, putting my hand on his forehead.
He smiled again and lent into my hand, seeming content with the coolness of my hand.
"Does that feel good sweetie?"
He nodded.
"Let me go get the thermometer."
Taking care of Niall makes me feel young like I was taking care of my baby girl again. I grabbed the thermometer and brought it back out to Niall. I stuck it in his mouth. He took it out and coughed into the crook of his arm, then put the thermometer back in his mouth.
It whined and I took it out to read it: 104.
"You must feel miserable."
"What's your n-name?"
"Y/m/n."
"W-where a-am I-I?"
"Y/n's house."
He nodded and then fell back against the couch. I gently tapped his face multiple times, panicking. He was still breathing, but he was out like a light.
"Y/n!"
"Yes mom?!"
"We have to take Niall to the hospital!"
"Why?!"
"He has a fever of 104 and he just passed out!"
"I'm coming!"
Y/n came out and gasped, "He's so pale and looks so weak."
"Yea let's get him to the hospital. Y/d/n! We have to take Niall to the hospital! He's really ill!"
"Ok!"
I drove to the hospital and helped y/n carry Niall into the emergency room. They took Niall back immediately.
"Mom," y/n started crying, "It's all my fault. I said he was faking and got mad at him then made him come over anyway."
"He'll be alright baby."
"Thanks mom."
"Welcome," she kissed my forehead.
We waited and they told us he had a major flu and needed to stay for a couple of days. He was on bed rest after for about a week and a half, which was full of apologizing.
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