Niall:
"Make it stop." You moan from your spot on the bathroom floor, doubled over in agony. The tile is cool against your burning skin, a slight reprieve from the fever you've been running for the past two days.
"I'm so sorry, baby," Niall says softly, rubbing circles on the small of your back. "You'll feel better soon, I promise."
"It feels like I'm dying." You mutter, a familiar wave of nausea washing over you. Before you can say anything else you find yourself leaning over the toilet bowl, depositing the remains of whatever was left in your already empty stomach.
Despite the grossness of the situation, Niall sits beside you, murmuring encouragements under his breath as he holds your hair back. "It's okay, it's okay."
"I don't think there's anything left to throw up." You say weakly, leaning into Niall's chest.
"Go wash up, I'll go get you some waters and crackers; it'll help settle your stomach." He brushes his lips against your forehead before standing up, giving you a reassuring smile before disappearing into the hallway.
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One Direction Imagines and Preferences Book 1
FanfictionBasically what the title says imagines and preferences about Liam Harry Louis Niall and Zayn, don't forget to comment for a personal imagine or preference I will be happy to write it for you :)<3 Some of what I post is from tumblr, they are things t...
