always be my baby ࿐ ₊⠀˚ ziall

chapter one : wake me up.

It was the obnoxious sound of the alarm that woke up Niall Horan that Saturday morning. Or well, that's what Niall had thought. Even though he hadn't set an alarm for the weekend.

So why was he stirring awake, head ringing, warmth of his boyfriend's naked chest behind him, hand curled around the blond's waist.

Niall closed his eyes again, deciding to ignore the low ache in his stomach and his head, just snuggling into his covers, listening to Zayn breath to lull him back to sleep.

Just a good ten seconds later and Niall's eyes snapped open, feeling nauseous and he shrugged off Zayn's hand, getting out of the bed, bare feet patting against the floor as he ran for the bathroom down the hall.

Flicking the light on, Niall fell onto his knees on the cold floor and bent over the toilet, spilling his stomach's contents into it.

It wasn't a surprise to him that a few moments later as Niall gagged over the toilet, tears spilling in his eyes, Zayn appeared in the doorway. Eyes sleepy and drooping, dark hair mess and Niall would have drooled over him, if he wasn't puking his guts out.

Zayn's tiredness seemed to disappear when he saw his boyfriend in distress, grabbing a small towel from the hook next to the sink, crouching down next to him, his hand smoothing over Niall's trembling back.

"Shh, 's alright baby." He spoke lowly, eyes glinting with worry for Niall.
"Get it out, you'll feel better in a second."

And even though Niall hated that Zayn saw him like this, because excuse him, that had to be one of the most unattractive things, he couldn't help but crave for his calming tone and soothing touch.

A few minutes later and Niall leaned against the toilet, exhausted and feeling disgusted, but no longer puking everything up.

"C'mon baby boy, let's get you washed up." Zayn wrapped his arm around Niall's waist, pulling him onto his feet, feeling the younger tremble against his side.

It wasn't often, that Niall got sick. But as Niall worked in kindergarten, it was possible he had caught a stomach bug or flu from the kids.
At least that's what Zayn thought.

He gave Niall a plastic cup with some water, who washed out his mouth, spitting the water in the sink and then sighing softly.

"Better?"

"No, not really." The blond replied, feeling pretty sleepy and tired out from puking his guts out.

"Come on." Zayn gently pulled Niall with him out of the bathroom, his thumb slipping under the edge of Niall's - or well, his own t-shirt that Niall had stolen, rubbing Niall's hip comfortingly as they walked back to the bedroom.

Zayn opened the covers for them, letting Niall crawl in before he did and pulling the blond close to his chest, but leaving him enough room to breathe, making sure not to squeeze him too hard.
A tan hand made it's way into the blonde hair, threading through it, trying to lull his boyfriend back to sleep.

And Niall was tired, he really was. So he took a deep breath, just smelling Zayn, hiding his face into Zayn's shoulder, letting his boyfriend hold him until he could feel himself slip back into his dreams.

And Zayn stroked his hair, until he was sure Niall's breathing had gone lax and body pliant, pressing a kiss to his forehead before falling asleep too.

Hours later Niall felt peppered kisses pressed down around his face through his sleep, a slow smile creeping on his lips.

"I can see you smiling."

"Hmm." Niall just hummed, burrowing hinself closer to Zayn.

"How you feeling?" Zayn guestioned, rubbing slow circles on Niall's hip where his shirt had lifted up.

"Better." The dirty blond replied mid-yawn, before opening his bright eyes that Zayn so much admired.

"Shall we go down to make some breakfast?" Zayn asked, voice still thick with sleep and his stubble brushing against Niall's forehead.

"Don't wanna move." Niall whined, hearing his boyfriend laugh lowly.

"Come on." Zayn just moved his hand from his hip, tapping Niall's bum, then pushing off the covers and slipping out of the bed.

Niall groaned and flipped onto his back, staring at the ceiling a few moments before glancing towards the closet, where Zayn was fixing his hair.

"Yeah, yeah, you're a pretty boy, alright." Niall said with a tired tone, which made Zayn roll his dark eyes, looking at Niall in the mirror's reflection.

"Come on, get up now." Zayn moved back over to the bed, arms crossed over his chest as he watched his sleepy boyfriend.

"No."

Zayn rolled his eyes, once again, walking over to Niall's side of the bed.
The said boy looked up at his partner, giving him one of those innocent smiles.

"You lazy bum." Zayn shook his head, and in a swift moment, picked his boyfriend up.

Niall wasn't even phased, just looked at Zayn with a cocked brow.

"You weren't getting out of bed!" Zayn exclaimed, as he left the room, carrying Niall down the stairs, where a beige labradoodle ran up to them.

"Colin, hi baby." Niall cooed, but Zayn gasped dramatically.
"A monster! Has appeared in our home! I'll protect you!"

Niall just looked at him for a moment before bursting into laughter as Zayn swiftly walked to the kitchen, putting Niall down, who was still in stitches.

"Alright, alright, calm down now. Sit down, I'll make some breakfast."

"You're a dork, Zee."

"You love me." Zayn just smirked, leaning over the counter where Niall was standing.

"I do." Niall replied with a soft smile, petting Colin's head who had followed them to the kitchen.