"Think you should go home mate," Liam said softly. Niall was sitting in front of the toilet in the studio. He hadn't felt well all morning. He was breathing heavy over the bowl but he couldn't bring anything up. Liam rubbed his back clearly concerned for his friend. Niall leaned back and took a deep breath.
"Yeah not a bad idea," Niall replied.
"Should I call Y/N?" Liam asked.
"No, don't bother her. I'll be alright, just going to go home and sleep it off," Niall told him, getting up slowly. They left the bathroom and walked slowly down the hall, towards the parking lot. Louis and Harry were waiting for them.
"You alright Niall?" Louis asked looking at both him and Liam for answers.
"Stomach is in bits. Feel sick but I can't throw up," Niall explained sadly.
"Should we call Y/N?" Harry asked politely. Niall shook his head.
"She's busy. I'll be fine, I just need to go home," Niall replied taking a deep breath. The other two nodded.
"You'll text us that you made it home, yeah?" Liam asked putting his hand on Niall's shoulder. Niall nodded. "Alright mate, feel better." The other two agreed and Niall left. His stomach cramped painfully the whole drive home but he managed to make it without any trouble. He walked in the house and looked around. He knew you wouldn't be home but he looked for you anyways. When he knew he was alone he trudged to the bedroom and changed his clothes. He took off his shirt because he was burning up and slipped on a pair of sweatpants. He sent a quick text to Liam telling him he was fine then put his phone down. He crawled into bed bring his knees up to his stomach and curling into a ball. He shut his eyes fighting off the pain in his stomach until he fell asleep.
Niall woke up some time later when his stomach churned painfully. He sat up, rubbing his stomach trying to keep it calm. Without warning Niall gagged and threw up all over himself and the bed. He stood up quickly running to the bathroom throwing up again on the titled floor. He dropped to his knees in front of the toilet and continued to throw up violently into the toilet. He cried out in pain as his stomach cramped and the acid burned his throat. He coughed and gagged from several minutes before he was finished. Tears fell from his eyes as he trembled in front of the toilet.
"Y/N," He whimpered. He sobbed a little and flushed to toilet. "Y/N," he cried out, now fully sobbing. He stood up, still crying and cleaned himself up. He then took the comforter off the bed and throw it in the washer. He walked back upstairs, grabbing a blanket from the rack in the hallway before getting back into bed. He shivered as he wrapped himself up in the blanket. He closed his eyes and slipped back to sleep.
Niall's fever had been raising steadily all day. He tossed in his sleep was fever induced nightmares haunted him. He whimpered trying to wake himself. When he did he sat up quickly. His head spun as he opened his eyes. He put his head in his hands and sat on the bed. He felt a familiar nauseous feeling wash over him.
"Please no," he whispered. He sat there still for a while. He couldn't bring himself to move. He sat on the bed breathing, praying it would pass. After several long minutes it did pass. He stood up slowly and the room still spun. He had to stabilize himself on the bed before he could walk. He walked slowly to the bathroom. As soon as he walked in he remembered he had been sick on the floor. He sighed, he wanted to clean it up before you got home. But a sticky sweat broke up on his head and his stomach growled. Niall took a sharp breath in taking a step towards the toilet. His stomach seized up causing him to gag into his hand and he dashed for the toilet making it to the toilet before he threw up again. He missed slightly the first time, throwing up on the side of the toilet and on the floor. He gagged and retched for several minutes until there was nothing left to bring up which left him dry heaving. Each heave sent more tears down his cheeks as pain shot though his stomach. He desperately wished you were with him. He sobbed which only caused his heaving to worsen. He knew he need to calm down. He took a few breaths and when the heaving stopped he relaxed. He flushed the toilet and stood up looking around at the dirty bathroom. He made the decision to clean it before you got home. He started to make his way to the other bathroom down the hall where all the cleaning supplies were kept. He walked that bathroom and stopped as the room spun to the point he couldn't see straight. He closed his eyes trying to breathe. He has his hand on the wall holding him up. He opened his eyes and tried to take a step forward. As he did the room went dark. The last thing he remembered was hitting the ground.
When you walked through the door you expected Niall to be watching the game or doing something. But when you walked in the house was quiet. You looked around the living room but he wasn't downstairs.
"Niall," you called out. No answer. You walked upstairs and into the bedroom. "Niall, you in here?" you asked softly. He wasn't there. You noticed the comforter was off the bed. You walked into the bathroom and saw the vomit on the floor and the toilet but Niall wasn't in there. "Niall?" you panicked. You left the bedroom calling out Niall's name. You looked down the hall and saw him lying on the floor in the bathroom floor. You rushed over to him kneeling down beside. You shook him a little trying to wake him. You felt his fever right away. "Ni, baby wake up. Please wake up," you pleaded. He groaned a little but didn't open his eyes. You called for an ambulance and sat with your very sick boyfriend until they got there. They rushed him to the hospital putting IV's in him trying to get him rehydrated. You had called the other boys at this point and they were waiting in the lobby. He opened his eyes and looked over at you.
"Y/N," he said softly.
"Oh Niall." You kissed him and hugged him.
"What happened?" he asked.
"I found you passed out on the floor. You're fever was really high and you were dehydrated," you explained. "Why didn't you call me?"
"I knew you were busy," he said shyly. You took his hand.
"Niall, you can always call me. I would have come home," you told him softly. He smiled a little. "Get some rest. You're still weak. I'll be able to take you home soon." You kissed his head and stroked his hair.
"I love you Y/N," he whispered letting his eyes shut. You smiled.
"I love you too Nialler." When Niall was released you took him home. You spend the next few days taking care of him until he had fully recovered.
