HARRY'S POV
The next morning when I woke up Niall was still soundly asleep next to me.
I looked at the time and realised that if I didn't wake him up soon, he'd be late for work.
09:11.
They were done with shooting and were only doing the edits but Nick requested all of the cast members to show up at the studio anyway.
I gently shook Niall but he only groaned and turned away from me.
I sighed and moved to his side of the bed so that I could look at him.
He looked so serene sleeping and I couldn't help but trace the back of my fingers along his cheek.
But I pulled away as quickly as lightening because he was burning up.
"Niall?" I shook him frantically. I was suddenly panicking because what could be wrong with him?
The previous night when we went to bed, I thought it was just because he had too much to drink.
"Niall?" I shook him again when he didn't budge.
"Harry leave me alone. 'M sleeping." Niall mumbled.
"Babe you are very warm please wake up." I sat down on the bed next to him.
"Don't wanna wake up. I'm very cold." He answered sounding more awake now and it was then I realized that his teeth were chattering.
Oh Niall please don't be ill.
"You are shaking with coldness and burning up." I held his forehead and he cracked his eyes open.
"I am?" He asked and I nodded.
"Oh." He said and looked at me with big blue eyes.
"Stay here, I'm gonna go make you some tea and then I'll call the hospital for an appointment so that you get checked later in the day." I stood up before he could protest.
I knew that Niall hated hospitals and doctors and so I refrained from calling our personal doctor over and opted to just make an appointment to see her at her private hospital.
So after I put the the kettle on, I called Dr. Martins and fixed an appointment for three in the afternoon.
It was fine because I was supposed to work for only four hours that day but I wasn't about to leave Niall when he was sick so I was staying put.
Before I could forget, I called up my dad and told him that Niall wasn't feeling well and I had to take him to the hospital.
He was amused but he agreed straight away. I then called Niall's manager and told him that he was not feeling well.
When I hung up the last call, I quickly made Niall's tea and took it upstairs to find Niall rolling on the bed clutching his stomach and crying out in pain.
I immediately put the cup of tea on the desk and rushed to his side.
"Harry it hurts." He looked at me with teary eyes and my heart broke at the sight so I held him and pulled him in my lap.
"Shhhh baby, it's gonna be okay. You'll be okay." I continued holding him and whispering sweet nothings in his ear until the pain seemed to have lessened.
"You feeling better?" I asked quietly and he nodded.
"Yeah, I feel better. I'm so never drinking Louis' bourbon again." He said weakly.
Well atleast he knew what had caused the cramps in his stomach because I was freaking out not knowing what was going on.
I breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that but what about his fever?
