What a feeling

What a feeling (Part 4)

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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS A LITTLE GROSS.

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Five days in.. Or was it six.. Wait, no, seven days in? Niall had lost count.. All he knew, was that he wasn't feeling any better. The germ that had raided his system was like nothing he'd ever experienced. He'd tried to trace it back to where he possibly picked it up.. But there were just too many scenarios. I mean, they were on tour.. They'd played in packed out stadiums, filled to the brim with God knows how many teenage girls. He could've easily contracted something there! Or maybe he'd been infected via something he'd eaten over the past couple of weeks! There were definitely some strange meals he'd tried.. Could've been some sort of strain he hadn't been exposed to before? But really, it didn't matter how or where he'd sourced it.. What mattered, was that they were heading to their next venue now, and Niall still couldn't perform. Instead, he was to stay in the hotel they'd booked near the stadium, and rest up. He wasn't arguing.. There was no way he wanted to step foot out of bed in his state, but he longed for the day the aching, the pain, the throbbing, would leave his body once and for all!

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He knew they were nearing their destination when he heard muffled voices out the front. The boys getting up from their seats probably, moving around, organising their things. In a matter of minutes, one of them would be back here helping him too.

The bus rattled as it came to a halt, and Niall couldn't even be bothered to open his eyes when he heard someone enter the room. Whoever it was, they were packing items into Nialls suitcase.. He was glad for it.. He didn't have the energy to do it himself.. And he didn't have the energy to thank them either. He felt a large, cool hand grace his forehead, he didn't need to see, to know the soft touch was Harrys.

"We're going in now NiNi.. Let me carry you.. Liam will have a fit if I made you walk out.."

It seemed he didn't have much of a choice as his body was launched bridal style up into Harrys arms. Niall curled his head into his younger friends neck, glad for the dark green colour of his sweater.. Anything to help shelter the light from his burning eyeballs. His throbbing headache made itself know as Harry walked, each of his steps jolted Nialls brain against its cavity and he brought one hand to press against his brow. There was faint murmuring surrounding him now as Harry kept moving. A different set of slightly smaller hands had stroked across his face before coming to rest a top of his head. Niall thought they'd reached the room, since Harry wasn't walking anymore, but the gentle sound & buzz told him they were in the elevator. Fingers were still in his hair, softly combing through the knots, and someone else was caressing his forehead. There were three sets of hands on him now, he knew each and every one by the feel of their skin and the scent that clung to them.. And he knew there was one more person, not touching him, but standing close enough to him, so he could feel their presence.. He didn't need to open his eyes to know he was safe, loved, and well cared for.

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They had a triple room and a double between all five of them.. Niall was just happy for no singles.
He'd needed one of them by his side at all times.. Especially during the night.. He'd been having fever dreams.. Nightmares more like.. His high temperature was playing tricks on his mind, and he'd barely slept a wink the night just gone. He tried his best (in between puking sessions) to get his shuteye in the day time, but he barely got more than an hour, before he'd be dry-retching over a bucket again. Sometimes his nightmares were a better reality than the one he was living through at the moment. He just prayed that the comfort of a proper hotel bed might bring some peace to his slumbers.