One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Niall Imagine for @JessicaLevenson

***Jess's P.O.V.***

I finished ladling soup into a bowl for Niall, placing a piece of bread on the side to try and give him some nutrients. Niall had been sick all day, his stomach unable to hold anything down for hours. I hoped that something as light as soup and bread would do the trick.

I proceeded timidly into the living room, spotting Niall's blonde head bobbing lazily on the couch as he quickly flicked through the channels on the television, not even properly pausing for a moment to watch any of the shows.

Whenever Niall was sick, he was in a bad mood. It was understandable; who wants to ever be sick? But today, he was particularly grumpy. One Direction had a huge meeting today to discuss the release of their upcoming album, and Niall had been really looking forward to throwing his ideas out there. But because of the stomach bug he had, he could barely move, let alone attend a meeting. Ever since I told him he wasn't allowed to go to the meeting this morning, he had been giving me the cold shoulder and has been distant the entire day.

"Niall?" I called. No response. I sighed. "I made you soup. Do you want something to eat?" Niall grunted, and I rubbed my palm over my forehead in exasperation, heading back into the kitchen to get the food.

I yawned upon entering the kitchen, leaning against the doorway as I grabbed my hair and threw it up into a messy bun. I was exhausted from taking care of Niall all day, and his sour mood wasn't really helping me to relax. My stomach began to flip as I stumbled over to the counter, and I rubbed it slowly. I must not have eaten enough today. Shrugging, I grabbed his bowl of soup and bread, placing it carefully onto a tray before reaching out to grab a bottle of water and some napkins to accompany the meal.

I suppressed another yawn, shaking my head in an attempt to wake up before walking out into the living room again, settling the tray onto Niall's lap. He didn't look at me or even grunt in thanks. He merely clicked the buttons on the remote, not even acknowledging the presence of me or the food.

I sat on the couch opposite him, stealing glances at my boyfriend as I watched him flip aimlessly through the channels. Ten minutes passed, and I was sure that my temper was hotter than the soup was right now. "Alright, Niall, what the hell is your problem?" I burst out, not able to hold it in any longer. No remark. "Seriously, Niall! Look, I know you're upset about not being able to go to the meeting, but that's not a reason to treat me like shit!"

Niall kept flicking through the channels at a steady pace, ignoring me and every word I was yelling. The steady rhythm of the click of the remote button and the flashes of light from the television drove me crazy, finally sending me over the brink. I leaped to my feet, striding over to Niall and picking up his bread, tearing it into pieces and throwing it at him.

Niall began to cover his face, scowling at me as he yelped. "Jess! What the fuck is your problem?" he yelled, his voice hoarse from no use all day.

"My fucking problem is that I have an asshole for a boyfriend!" I screamed, throwing the last piece at his forehead. It hit him right between his eyes, and Niall hissed.

"I'm the ass? At least I dress like normal," Niall bantered, eyeing me from head to toe with a scowl. Not the kind of look a girl wants to get from her boyfriend.

I raised my eyebrows, standing with my hands of my hips in front of Niall. "What's that supposed to mean, Horan?"

"Well, (Y/L/N). I actually have an excuse to wear sweats and stuff. You, on the other hand, could have at least worn jeans. Or maybe some fetching shirt to distract me. Hell, at least you could have brushed your hair!"

I scowled, disgusted at what I was hearing. This was not Niall Horan, sweetest boy on the planet. No, this was some evil twin from the farthest known dimension possible. "Niall, I am not your fucking property," I seethed, my voice dangerously calm. "You can't tell me what to do."