Niall's alarm went off that morning and he groaned. His stomach churched painfully and a chill ran down his spine. He looked over and saw that you were already out of bed. He got up slowly and started to get dressed, trying to not upset his stomach more. He walked down stairs and saw you making breakfast. You turn and smiled at him.
"Morning babe," you smile.
"Morning Princess," he replied.
"What some breakfast?" You asked dumping the eggs on a plate.
"No, I think I'll pass. Thanks love." You stopped immediately and walked over to him putting your hand on his hand.
"You're warm," you said softly.
"I don't feel well," he replied sadly.
"Can't you call off?" You asked. He shook his head.
"We've got a meeting with management." You ran your fingers through his hair.
"I'm sorry baby," you whispered. You leaned down and kissed his warm temple.
"I'll be ok," he said with a smile.
"If you're not call me, alright?" He nodded. "Alright," you kissed him one last time then left for work. Niall slowly got himself around and to the studio where the other boys were waiting on him.
"Morning Nialler," Louis said cheerfully.
"Morning," Niall said softly.
"Alright Niall?" Liam asked. Niall just nodded. "Alright, let's get upstairs." They walked upstairs and sat down at the big round table. Niall put his hand on his stomach and massaged it carefully trying not to draw attention to himself. Management came in and they started talking about the next year's tour and what that was going to look like. Niall couldn't concentrate. The sick feeling in his stomach had over taken him. He kept swallowing hard trying to keep his stomach contents from spilling out. They talked for about an hour before Niall couldn't take it anymore. He stood up quickly.
"Excuse me," he mumbled. He dashed out the door and made his way to the bathroom. He opened the door and his stomach lurched up causing him to throw up into his hand on the floor. He made it to the toilet before the next round of vomit came up his throat. He cried as round after round of vile tasting acid burned his throat. Liam came in looking for him. He saw the vomit on the floor and the sick boy still crouched in front of the toilet.
"Aww mate," Liam said softly. He knelt down and rubbed his back as Niall continued to throw up.
"Liam, I hate this," Niall sobbed.
"I know mate, you're almost done." Niall heaved again.
"I want Y/N," He cried.
"We'll call her, don't worry." Niall sobbing was causing him to gag more and he began to dry heave. "Shh, shh. Nialler calm down. It's ok," Liam whispered calmly. Niall regained control of his breathing and looking back at Liam. "All done?" he asked.
"I don't know," Niall whimpered.
"I'll call Y/N, and I'll be right back," Liam said softly he walked out of the bathroom and Niall still hovered over the bowl. The vomiting had stopped for the moment but his stomach threatened to send up more at any moment. "Y/N's on her way mate," Liam said sitting back down next to Niall. "I told the boys what's going on. Louis and Harry will wait for her downstairs." Niall nodded and shut his eyes, putting his head on the toilet seat. About a half hour later Harry led you up the stairs and to the bathroom where Niall and Liam still sat. You walked in and Liam turned to look at you. You gave him a small smile. He rubbed Niall's back. "Hey Nialler, Y/N is here." Niall looked back at you. His eyes and cheeks were red but the rest of his face was pale. Your heart broke.
"Let me take you home baby," you said softly. Liam helped Niall stand and he started to walk over to you. His legs gave out and Liam picked him up and carried him downstairs and to your car. "Thanks Liam," you said hugging him after you got Niall in the car.
"Keep us posted," he replied.
"I will."
"Get well soon Nialler," Liam called. Niall nodded. You thanked him again and took Niall home and got him to bed. He was sick for several days but you got him back on his feet and back to work.
