Enchanted N.H

Chapter 21

My head hurts from crying too much and I groan in pain when Niall gently shakes my shoulders to make sure I am awake.
"Don't feel good", I croak out and I feel his hands gently run over my face.
"You don't have a fever it's probably a migraine because you were so dehydrated from crying", he frowns and leaves the bed.
"Stay please", I reach out my arms to grab him but he is already out of my reach.
"I will get you something to drink babe", he explains and hurries away.
I close my eyes again and doze a little until Niall comes back with a peppermint tea and a glass of ice cold water.
Carefully he sits down next to me and helps me up, gently supporting my body while he lifts the glass to my lips.
I take some small sips before a wave of nausea hits me and I push it away from my face.
"Feel sick", I groan and he lowers me back onto the bed and takes my phone from the nightstand.
"Let me call your work and tell them that you can't come in today", he suggests and I tell him my phones password.
I hear him softly talking to someone and when he hangs up he tells me that everything is worked out and that everyone wishes me well.
"You wanna try and eat a little?", he asks but shake my head telling him that I feel sick and that I might throw up.
"I will make you some dry toast and you can have it when you feel like it", he smiles and walks back to the kitchen.
Headaches from crying are the worst, my whole head is throbbing and I can't even open my eyes for longer than a minute before I feel like I need to empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet.
Niall comes back, quietly placing the toast on the nightstand.
As soon as the smell of the freshly toasted bread hits my nostrils I need to retch and I can feel my stomach turn.
I quickly open my eyes and struggle to get up, one hand clutched over my stomach and one over my mouth.
Niall sees my distressed face and helps me up and half carries me to the bathroom where I drop my heavy body in front of the toilet.
He gently rubs my back and clumsily ties my hair into a knot on my neck, using a hair tie that I had on my wrist.
I retch again and this time my dinner from the night before lands in the porcelain bowl.
Exhaustedly I pant and lean back into Nialls touch " 'M sorry", I mumble as he wipes my mouth with some toilet paper.
"No need to feel sorry babe, you are sick and it is partly my fault, I was the one that made you see your father again and this made you so upset that you are ill now", he frowns and helps me to the sink so that I can brush my teeth and wash my face with some cold water.
"Not your fault", I croak out, my throat burns from throwing up and speaking hurts my head.
The vomiting drained my body of the little energy it had when I woke up so Niall picks me up with ease and carries me back to bed.
"Sleep now", he coos while running his strong hands through my hair and his breathing lulls me to sleep quickly.
When I wake up again Niall is still asleep with his hands tangled in my hair and my head resting on his strong chest.
I stay still and just admire his features, my head isn't hurting anymore and I am sure that just having him hold me did make me feel better.
"How you feelin' baby?", Niall asks as soon as he opens his blue eyes.
I move upwards his chest and gently peck his lips, thanking him mentally for making me brush my teeth after throwing up.
"I feel way better, thank you", I smile and he mirrors it.
"You think you can eat something now?", he asks sleepily and I nodd "Before I need to shower I feel super gross", I tell him and get off his chest.
"I will order some food and pick out a movie then", he says and rubs his eyes before he gets up.
In the shower I keep thinking about how sweet Niall was treating me and how he is so caring.
Maybe it is true after going through a bad relationship people deserve a good one but then why does my mother keep on getting with the wrong men?
Her words still haunt me but when Niall is near they seem to have lost their power and Nialls bright light is chasing away the darkness.
My thoughts wander to my father, I do want to know why he never reached out to me and I want to know if he has a new family here in London but at the same time I know I will probably break down again if I see him any time soon.
Niall was right by telling me that I need to solve things with my dad but I don't want him to have the satisfaction of me forgiving him. It is probably childish thinking but I feel like the ten year old little girl being left by her father is still too prominent on my mind.
After the shower I feel like wearing something comfortable so I take a pair of loose shorts and one of Nialls T-shirts.
The toast is hard so I take it downstairs with me to throw it away.
Niall has set up the living room and is concentrating on the TV while picking out a movie for us to watch.
"You look so hot in my shirt", he grins cheekily and pulls me onto his lap.
"Then I will only wear your t-shirts for the rest of my life", I chuckle against his lips and he kisses me passionately and I tug at his hair.
Our makeout session gets interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell and Niall groans as he gently pushes me off his lap and onto the couch.
"Lunch is served", he laughs and brings the food he ordered into the living room and places it on the coffee table.
"Go slow so you don't make yourself sick again", he reminds me and pecks my lips before he puts he food on our plates.
"I love you", I blurt out and he winks at me "I love me too".
"You are an idiot", I laugh and take a fork of my food and he winks at me again "An idiot that you love".