(Niall's P.O.V.)
Two months later
I knew it was only a matter of time. The weather was getting colder outside and I always got sick when it got cold. Although this time it came in full force. I woke up feeling like I got hit by a truck. My body hurt and my stomach was queasy and my chest felt like it was going to collapse in on itself. I coughed as I sat up and Louis, my roommate, looked over at me.
"Alright lad? You look terrible. Get in late last night from Harry's?" he teased. After the night of that party Harry and I had spent a lot of time together. We couldn't really figure out what we were.
"I didn't even see Harry last night." My voice was strained. I cleared my throat and started to cough again.
"Whoa mate, you sound like hell. You sick?"
"I think so, I always get sick when the weather gets cold."
"Maybe you should stay here mate. Sounds like you need to rest."
"Can't, Harry's got his audition for the musical today. I have to be there," I told him slowly standing up. I felt dizzy and held my head in my hands.
"I'm sure he will understand. I can call him and tell him you're sick."
"Don't! He doesn't need to worry about me. He's going to be nervous enough. I've got to be there. I'm his rock." Harry got incredibly nervous before he would go to sing or audition. Sometimes he would work himself up to the point where he would throw up. (Throwback to the X factor days)
"Ni," Louis sighed and walked over putting his hand on my forehead. His hand felt cool and I let my eyes close. "You're burning up bro."
"I'll take some medicine and I'll be fine. If you say I word to Harry, I'll deny everything. I'll be fine I promise." Louis sighed.
"If you're sure mate," Louis shrugged. I popped some painkillers in my mouth and washed it down with some water. I also took a swig of the pink stomach relaxer I had. Louis caught sight of that and became more worried. "Your stomach is upset too?" he asked.
"Just a little," I admitted. "Taking the medicine was more of a precaution. There is a good chance Harry's going to throw up today and I don't want to test fate."
"He really gets that worked up?"
"He always has," I shrugged. "See why it's so important for me to be there to support him?"
"I get it mate. You're loyal. Why don't you two just make it official already? He's clearly crazy about you." My face started to heat up.
"We just haven't. We're taking it slow."
"He kissed you the night you met."
"He was drunk!"
"Still kissed you."
"Louis!"
"Alright, alright. Jeez, you're so easy to rile up," Louis laughed.
"Will you cut me a break? I'm sick," I remined him.
"I would if you were going to act sick. Now I'm just going to treat you like normal." I rolled my eyes.
"Guess I deserve that," I sighed scratching the back of my neck.
