One Direction Sickfics

Niall sick- for onedirectionsickfics

Saying that you were excited to finally see your blond Irishman home from tour was the understatement of the century. It had really only been a few weeks since you'd seen him in person, you'd visited the band while they were prepping for their show in Australia, but the thought of having him home with you, sleeping next to you and eating dinner at the same table, just made you so happy.

You were waiting for him at the airport now, rocking back and forwards on your heels impatiently. The plane had landed a few minutes ago now, you had watched it from the window, but still nobody was coming through the terminal and the longer you waited the more excited and impatient you became. You just wanted to see him. And kiss him, that too.

It would be exactly like in the movies.

You'd run up and jump into his arms and he'd swing you around and then press his lips against yours. Everyone would coo and aw apart from a prude old couple who haven't had sex in twenty years.

A couple with their toddler came through the terminal, laughing and smiling. You stood up on tiptoes and searched through the crowd of people streaming into the airport for the familiar tuft of blond hair. He was nowhere to be seen. A confused frown settled on your face as you watched person after person filter through the terminal.

Finally you caught sight of him and called out his name as you slid through a small group of people with hushed apologies.

As you grew closer you realised how un-Niall-like he looked. His face is pale and his eyes are bloodshot and red. His movement was slow and he seemed to be stumbling over each step. He looked as if he'd been crying. He was always fairly drained after a tour, but he had never appeared quite this awful.

"Welcome home, love," you hummed gently as you dove into his arms, deciding to get the most important part out of the way before you questioned him about the puffiness of his eyes. 

His arms immediately curled tightly around your middle, gripping at your shirt as he ducked his head down into your neck.

"I had a dreadful time on that d-damn plane, sweetheart," he moaned quietly.

You smoothed his hair back, "I can tell babe, you look awful." 

You weren't sure what had happened while he was in the air but it must've been rough, Niall wasn't usually a big crier.

"I was sick the en-entire time, I still feel like I'm gonna throw up," he said sadly, you could hear his voice quivering.

"The whole time?" His flight was almost 12 hours long, no wonder he was in such a state. 

He nodded in confirmation, digging his chin into your shoulder.

"Aw Love, I wish I was there. . ."

"You're here now," Niall replied and you noticed that he'd removed one arm from around you an it was instead holding his stomach.

"Let's go home Ni, you can rest up and then we can catch up properly." 

You laced your fingers through his and started walking very slowly towards luggage claim, not wanting to trigger any vomiting episodes in the middle of the airport. Niall was literally clinging to you and he must've had a bit of vertigo as he was swaying slightly. You felt really terrible for him. Twelve hours throwing up on a plane. You doubted you would have survived yourself.

You picked up his stuff and started for the car.

"I don't feel very well. . ." Niall mumbled warningly and you glanced up to see him with the back of his hand pressed against his lips nervously and he was even paler than he had been when he'd gotten off the plane. Maybe even slightly green.