After a show one night the boys and I were sitting on the bus headed off to a new city.
"That was a really great show," Liam said plopping down on the couch across from me.
"No joke, it was wicked," Harry added.
"Other than when you got hit in the back of the head by that shoe right Haz?" I laughed. The other boys all laughed while Harry just shook his head.
"It really hurt!" he exclaimed.
"I bet it did," I replied still laughing. Niall was sitting beside me and leaned over it whisper in my ear.
"I'm gonna head to bed," he whispered. I turned to face him.
"Why?" I mouthed silently.
"Got a headache, just need to lie down," he whispered. I nodded at him and he stood up and walked back towards the bunks.
"Nialler alright?" Louis asked.
"Yeah, he's just exhausted," I lied knowing that he didn't want them checking in on him. They nodded and we all continued talking. "I never understood why these girls felt the need to throw things at you guys. It's really always baffled me."
"Well you were just a fan once, can't you explain it to us?" Liam joked.
"If I was that kind of fan Niall and I never would have hit it off," I laughed.
"Probably a true fact actually," Liam responded.
"It's such a true fact and you know it," I said still laughed. The other boys were laughing at this point too then my phone buzzed. I looked down at it.
From Nialer: Could you bring me something for my head? It's getting worse...
I stood up quickly and got some medicine from the cabinet. This of course caused the boys to turn and look at me.
"What up?" Harry asked.
"Niall has a headache. He just asked me to bring him something," I replied grabbing a bottle of water as well.
"Is he alright?" Louis asked looking worried.
"I think so," I said shrugging a little. I walked back to the bunks and over to his. "Niall," I said softly pulling the curtain back. He was underneath his blankets. I put my hand on his back. He groaned as he pulled the blankets off his head. "Here," I said handing him the tablets. He put them in his mouth and took a drink of water. "You alright?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Think it's turning into a migraine?" he said grimacing. I stroked the side of his face and he leaned into my touch.
"Sorry buddy, what do you need?" I asked softly.
"Nothing now. I'll call you if it gets worse," he said softly.
"Alright I whispered. He put the blankets back over his head and I shut the curtains. I walked back out and sat down with the boys.
"Everything ok?" Liam asked, his eyes watching me closely.
"He thinks he's getting a migraine," I sighed.
"Poor lad," Harry said.
"So do you think you guys will get married?" Louis said abruptly, changing the subject. The other boys shot him a look. "What we're all thinking it?" he said defensively. I laughed.
