You were so excited that you got to spend a couple weeks with your boyfriend Niall. He had been on tour for quite a while and you hadn't seen him in months. You waited at the airport for him to land. When you finally saw him you couldn't contain yourself. You ran up to meet him throwing your arms around him.
"Niall," you said softly. He looked you in the eyes and smiled.
"I missed you so much." You both went home and ate dinner and talked for a while about the tour, and the other boys. You suddenly started to feel a bit uneasy. You shrugged it off and kept listening to Niall talk about Louis dumping water down Liam's back during a show. He started laughing. You smiled, his happiness make you happy. Your stomach turned uneasily and you decided it was time for bed.
"You tired Nialler?" you asked.
"I'm exhausted," he replied.
"Let's go to bed," you said standing up suddenly feeling dizzy. You grabbed the couch for support which caused Niall to look up at you.
"You alright Y/N," he asked taking your hand.
"Yeah, I think I'm just tired," you said shaking it off. You both went up to bed and laid down. Niall wrapped his arms around you. You had wait months for your Nialler to be back in bed with you and his warmth was heavenly to you.
"Glad I'm home Princess," he said softly.
"Me too babe," you whispered before drifting off to sleep. You were woken up by your stomach churching painfully. You looked at the clock and saw it was three in the morning you groaned and rolled over to see Niall still sleeping. You couldn't get comfortable. You sat up in bed trying to take some deep breaths. But it didn't seem to be helping. You deiced to wake Niall up. "Ni," you said softly. He didn't move. "Niall," you said shaking him a little. Your stomach cramped painfully causing tears to pop to your eyes. "Niall, wake up baby," you said. He groaned a little and opened his eyes.
"Y/N? What's wrong sweetie?" he asked rubbing his eyes. Tears slipped down your cheeks. "Oh baby, what's the matter?" he asked sitting up and pulling you into his chest.
"I don't feel good, Niall," you cried. He rubbed up and down your back.
"Shh, baby. It's alright. It's ok," he cooed. You buried your face in his chest as he stroked your hair. "Do you feel like you're going to be sick, darling?" he asked. You were hit with a wave of nausea. You swallowed hard and nodded. He helped you stand and lead you into the bathroom. You knelt down in front of the toilet and trembled a bit.
"Niall," you panicked looking around for him.
"Right here darling," he said putting a cold rag on your neck. Your stomach seized up and you heaved into the bowl. Niall pulled your hair back rubbed your back and whispered soothing things in your ear.
"I hate this," you said before another round of your dinner reappeared in the water.
"It's alright baby girl. It's ok. I've got you," he whispered still rubbing your back. You coughed and spit into the bowl. "You done baby?" he asked. You nodded. He wiped your mouth off with some toilet paper and flushed the toilet. He picked you up, cradling you in his arms and carried you back to bed. He laid you down gently and covered you up with blankets. "I'll be right back," he said. You shivered, desperately waiting your boyfriend you cuddle you and keep you warm. He returned with a bottled of water and some medicine. "Drink this darling," he said handing you the cup of pink liquid. You drank it and took a sip of water. He walked into the bathroom and came back with the bucket from under the sink. He set it down beside the bed and crawled in behind you. You cuddled into him as he wrapped his arms around you protectively and rubbed up and down your back. "Wake me up if you need anything sweetie," he told you.
"I love you Niall," you whispered.
"Love you too sweetie." You fell back asleep but were soon woken up again feeling nauseous. You whimpered and sat up reaching for the bucket. You held it on your lap and looked over at Niall.
"Niall," you whimpered. You gaged a little. "Niall," you said again a little louder. He opened his eyes and sat up immediately.
"You ok sweetheart?" he asked. You shook your head and gagged again. "Take it easy baby, I'm right here," his voice was calm and relaxing. Your body let out a painful retch as you heaved into the bucket. He rubbed your back and held the front of the bucket still.
"I'm sorry Niall," you said before heaving again.
"Don't be sorry love. It's alright," he reassured you. Tears fell from your eyes as another round of vomit stung your throat. "Don't cry love. Don't cry. You're nearly there," his accent was calming and you were able to take a deep breath. "You alright now love?" he asked wiping the tears from your eyes. You nodded. He kissed you head and took the bucket from your hand. "Lay down. I'll be back," he said standing up. He cleaned out the bucket and came back to bed. You put your head in his chest and he held you close. He hummed softly to you until you fell back to sleep. You woke up the next morning still feeling awful. You looked around for Niall but he wasn't there. You shivered and pulled the blanket up around you. He came back into your room and you looked up at him.
"Niall," you whimpered.
"There's my girl. How you feeling love?" he asked sweetly. You just shook your head. "Poor baby. I've got some movies here. Figured we could have a lazy day," he smiled.
"I'm sorry," you said getting tears in your eyes.
"Why darling?" he asked sitting down.
"I feel awful your stuck taking care of me." He lifted your head to look at him.
"There's nothing I'd rather do." He kissed your head and put in a movie and cuddled up with you, wrapping you in his arms protectively. He spent the next few days cuddling you in bed, feeding you soup and watching movies. He never left your side until you felt better. When you were finally feeling better you looked at him.
"Thanks for taking such good care of me Niall."
"Anything for you darling," he kissed you and put his arm around you. "I love you."
"I love you too."
