A bit late but never fear. Seemed only fitting to do this fic today. One last happy birthday to my favorite Irish blondie. Hope you had a wonderful day and it made you as happy as you make us.
"Niall, baby. Wake up," you whispered softly. Niall opened his eyes and looked up at you. "Happy birthday baby," you say kissing him.
"Thanks princess," he smiles.
"How about I make you breakfast?" You ask.
"Sounds wonderful," Niall replies. You kiss him again and head out to the kitchen to start on breakfast. Niall groans and rolls over, wrapping his arm around his stomach. He had a horrible stomachache and he didn't even want to think about food. But he knew that you have prepared a big day for him and he didn't want to disappoint you. So he got up and got in the shower. The steam from the shower just made him nauseous so he got out rather quickly. He got dressed and went downstairs. He found you in the kitchen finishing up breakfast. The smell made his stomach turn but he shook it off. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your neck.
"Sit down, baby. It's almost ready," you smile. Niall did as you say and sits at the table. You set down a plate of bacon and eggs and French toast in front of him. Niall swallows hard hoping he's able to eat it. You grab yourself a plate and sit down with him. You start eating and notice that Niall isn't acting quite right. "Ni," you say softly. He looks up at you. "Is it alright?" you ask looking concerned.
"It's wonderful," Niall says quickly, taking a bite of food. You look at him skeptically. "It's delicious love," he said taking your hand. You smiled and nodded. He finished his breakfast and it just whirled around in his stomach.
"I've got a big day planed baby. You know that movie you've been dying to see? Liam and Sophia are going to meet us at the theater at two. After that we're going to take you out for a nice dinner. How does that sound?"
"That sounds wonderful darling," Niall said forcing a smile.
"Ok, I'm going to hop in the shower and start getting ready," you told him standing up and taking his plate. You kissed the top of his head. "I love you," you smiled.
"I love you too baby girl," Niall replied. You out the plates in the sink and went to take a shower. Once you were out of sight Niall put his head down on the table trying to fight off the nausea that had overtaken him. He groaned and tried to breathe but it was no use. His stomach gave a nauseating lurch and Niall found himself sprinting to the bathroom to bring up the breakfast he had just eaten. He coughed and gagged as his breakfast reappeared in the water below. Once he was done and cleaned himself up and brushed his teeth. He went to the living room and laid down on the couch. He closed his eyes for what seemed like a few minutes until you shook him awake.
"Niall," you said shaking your husband a little. His eyes shot open.
"Sorry darling I must've dozed off," Niall said trying to play it cool. You put your hand on your husband's head. His face had grown very pale and you were now concerned.
"Nialler you feel warm," you said gently.
"No, no I'm alright," Niall said sitting up quickly. The room spun and he put his hand on his head.
"Niall, you alright?" You asked now very concerned.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just sat up too quickly," Niall lied. You weren't buying it.
"Niall if you aren't feeling well we don't have to go," you told him. He started to protest but his stomach stopped him. He put his hand to his mouth and took a deep breath. "Niall?" Niall leapt off the couch and ran back to the bathroom. You followed him quickly and found him hunched over the toilet bringing up more of his breakfast.
"I'm so sorry Y/N," Niall cried.
"Oh baby, don't be sorry," you soothed. He gagged hard and coughed. You rubbed his back trying to comfort him. "Shh, shh, baby. Almost done," you whispered. He continued to gag into the water as his stomach contents made an unwelcome appearance into the toilet. "Poor baby," you sighed. He coughed a few times then looked back at you. "All done?" He nodded. He flushed the toilet and you helped him stand and took him to bed. You grabbed him a pair of sweatpants and helped him change out of his now sweaty clothes. "I'm going to call Liam, then I'll be right back," you told him. You left the room and called Liam. Niall could hear you talking on the other side of the door. "Hey. No he's really sick. Yeah he just threw up. No that's alright. Yeah, I'm going to keep him here. Maybe next weekend. Thanks Liam I will. Bye Payno." You walked back into the room and walked over to Niall. You ran your fingers through his hair and he leaned into your touch. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I knew you had today all planed out. I didn't want to disappoint you," he replied.
"Oh Niall. You wouldn't have disappointed me. I'm just sorry you're so sick on your birthday."
"As long as you're here it's a prefect," Niall said looking up at you.
"You're so corny, Horan," you chuckled.
"Lay with me?" he asked.
"Of course," You crawled into bed with him and wrapped your arms around him. You rubbed large circles in his sick tummy. "How's that?" you asked.
"Prefect," he sighed.
"Happy birthday Nialler," you whispered. "I love you." Just before he fell asleep he managed to whisper back.
"I love you too." You spent the day taking care of him. He was sick several more times but seemed to get it all out of his system by the next day. You took him out the next weekend to celebrate his birthday and he had a blast.
