Damaged - N.H.

27

Exhaustion. That's all I felt as I dragged my feet back to the hotel room with Niall behind me. It was around 2 A.M. and I was ready to go to sleep. Niall, however, was the complete opposite. He was always pretty hyped up for a few hours after his concerts, the adrenaline taking forever to wear off. For the first three weeks of the tour, I was too. It was exciting and fun. We would go out a lot of the time after his shows and end up back at our hotel room tearing each other's clothes off. We were about six weeks in now and it was starting to take its toll on me. I definitely was overdoing it as I enjoyed the thrills of living life on the road. Niall was used to it, but as much as I loved it, I really needed to start taking better care of myself.

We stumbled into the hotel room, Niall burying his face in my neck as he sucked and licked at the sensitive skin. He was a little tipsy as his hands groped every inch of my body, but I was completely sober. I hadn't been feeling well most of the day, so the thought of alcohol made my stomach churn. I still went to the bar with Niall and the rest of the band, but opted for a soda instead.

Although I didn't feel great, I tried to brush the thought aside because Niall was clearly having a good time. However, the moment he spun us around to push me back onto the bed, an overwhelming feeling of nausea hit me. I placed a hand on his chest to stop him and he gave me a look of confusion, his eyes hazy and bloodshot.

"Are you--?"

He didn't even have time to finish his sentence as I slapped a hand over my mouth and shoved past him to the bathroom. I ran to the toilet as fast as I could and kneeled in front of it, emptying the contents of my stomach. I dry heaved a couple of times before I heard soft footsteps behind me and felt a pair of hands gently pulling my hair back.

"Are you okay, love?" Niall asked, kneeling down beside me.

I nodded and sat back when I was confident there was nothing else left in my stomach, leaning against the wall. The cold tile felt good against my body as I took slow, deep breaths. Niall handed me a bottle of water before walking to the sink and grabbing a rag, running cold water over it. He walked back over to me and sat down, handing it to me so I could wipe my face.

"I think I'm coming down with something." I muttered, closing my eyes.

He reached over and placed a hand on my forehead. "It could just be your body needing a break. I know you've been tired the last few days. We've had a lot of late nights and you're kind of a rookie at this."

I turned my head slightly to look at him and he was smirking. His eyes were more clear now and he had sobered up quickly.

"This rockstar lifestyle is a lot to handle...and I'm not even the one performing." I tried to force a laugh but cringed at the wave of nausea that hit me again.

"Why don't you try to get some sleep?" He asked.

I nodded. "I'm gonna take a shower first."

He stood up in front of me, reaching a hand forward to help me up. I accepted quickly and he watched me as I stripped down to nothing. I was feeling a little better now, but I gave him a look when I realized he was watching me.

"Really?" I asked, rolling my eyes slightly.

He shrugged innocently. "We were kind of in the middle of something and I can't just stop thinking about it now."

"You literally just watched me puke up everything that I've eaten in the last 6 hours. That's the least sexy thing I could've done." I scoffed.

"But now you're naked...and not puking." He said, smiling cheekily.

I smiled softly as I shook my head in amusement before stepping into the shower. Niall cleaned up the bathroom before sitting on the counter as he waited for me to finish. I felt a hundred times better when I stepped out of the shower, throwing on some underwear and a t-shirt. I climbed into bed as Niall took a shower himself, my eyes drooping just as he came to lay down beside me.