Niall Horan Imagines

Sick (Request)

His POV

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I couldn't help but grin into the darkness of the car I sat in, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter as I drove on.

Coming home from tour was my favorite part, to be honest. I mean, I had only done it three times -- after that time -- but it was exhilarating nonetheless.

I ran up to the door of our small little house, biting my lip in anticipation. I dropped the keys in a struggle to unlock the door, screeching in excited frustration.

I threw open the door, expecting her to jump into my arms. The small foyer was empty, and so was the kitchen.

I quietly tiptoed to our room, frowning. I quickly stopped, however, not wanting to ruin my moment with worry.

I pushed open the door quietly, still not seeing her in bed when I flicked on the lights.

Is she not home? I told her when I would be getting back, I thought to myself, sighing. I heard the heaving behind me, and I couldn't lie; I was disappointed. I wanted cuddling and a home-cooked meal and timid kisses, so it wasn't ideal.

I turned towards the bathroom, trying not to let my shoulders visibly slump as I walked up to her. She leaned over the toilet, sobbing when she finished.

"Niall," she breathed out, staring up at me. Even though she was sick, she still looked beautiful.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered before puking once more. I nodded in understanding, making sure she was alright. I made sure she got to bed safely, comforting her the many times she got up in the night.

"Niall, I feel terrible for ruining your homecoming," she sobbed as she got a drink. I caressed her face, smiling.

"You didn't. I took this opportunity to show you how much I love and missed you," I shrugged, not so disappointed anymore. Even though she was puking her guts out, her sense of humor was still full-on.

"I love you, too," she smiled. I grinned back at her, but then her face went pale, and she puked once more.

She came up laughing, and I quickly followed. She stared down at her stomach, ceasing her giggling to say something.

"How dare you, Stomach, interrupting this sentimental moment," she tried to say seriously.

And we laughed until she puked again.

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thanks to unamplified for requesting this! I hope you liked it!

two sick imagines in one day huh

LEAVE A COMMENT BECAUSE I STILL FEEL LIKE THESE SUCK wow i'm so needy

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