One Direction Sickfics

Niall sick- for Niall123nandos

You glanced up from your meal, hearing the leather on Niall's chair squeak around a bit. He was sitting right across from you as per usual and there was a look of discomfort on his face as he squirmed in his chair. His hand was fisted on the tabletop and you watched as he uttered a few coughs into the back of his hand.

"You good babe?" You questioned, not liking the look on his face. Just last week he'd been down with a mean cold that kept him out of work for the majority of the week but within the last few days the symptoms had slowly been vanishing and you'd been most of the way back to getting your excitable little leprechaun back. You couldn't help but worry now.

"Yeah Love, I think so. My chest is just kinda," he paused to think of the right word as he tapped his closed fist on the table, "-tight."

"It's probably still just stuffy from last week" you chewed on a saucy piece of pasta and shot him a sympathetic smile, reaching over and uncurling his fingers, "try to relax."
He coughed dryly again and nodded, picking his fork back up.

The two of you talked for a few minutes while you finished up with your dinner. The amount on Niall's plate didn't seem to be get any smaller and he stood up when you did, still holding a plate that more or less looked identical to the one he had started with.

"Did you not like it Ni?" You frowned as you took it from him and scraped the contents into the bin. You always tried to cook meals that the both of you liked, and as far as you knew Niall had enjoyed this recipe for years. You didn't notice any difference there might've been but you were starving, you'd pretty much been just swallowing ravenously instead of actually taking the time to enjoy the flavours.

"No, it was lovely, I'm just not hungry" Niall quickly shook his head, "thank you."
"You're feeling okay? Apart from your chest?"
"I'm just tired, I'm alright" Niall smiled reassuringly at you as he loaded the rinsed off plates into the dishwasher and turned it on.
"Do you wanna sit down on the couch, I'll make you a cup of tea, and we'll watch a bit of telly and then head off to bed? If you're too tired though, we-"
"Sounds perfect" Niall cut you off with a tired smile, "I'll make the tea though, you go sit down."

"Okay" you gave him a sideways look as you moved off into the other room, earning a drowsy chuckle out of Niall. He was acting strange, but you knew that he was obviously going to be tired after a week of being sick.

You settled down on the couch right in front of the TV, plucking the fluffy blue blanket off the back of it and laying it over top of your lap. You folded the other half over you so that you could throw it over Niall when he sat down.

You switched the TV on and scrolled through the channels until you found something that looked half decent and then tucked the remote down the side of the couch.
Niall came in a couple of minutes later, walking incredibly slowly as he stared at the mugs he was balancing in his grasp.
"Thanks babe" you grinned as you took one from him, reaching forward and putting it on the coffee table. You usually waited for a little so that it could have a chance to cool off a bit.
Niall put his down too and left the room, leaving you wondering where he was off to. Your internal questions were answer a minute later when he returned in a thick grey hoodie, his hands hidden by the long sleeves.

"I got the blanket for if you were cold Niall" you laughed, patting at the moth seat next to you for him to sit down. He shrugged in reply and plopped down beside you. He flicked his legs up onto the couch to and you noticed that he'd put a pair of thermal socks on too. He'd practically been living in the things when he was sick and cold all the time. You tossed the blanket over him.

"Just feeling the cold I guess" Niall picked up his mug and pulled his half of the blanket up around his shoulders. He took a sip of his drink and tipped his head back against the couch, obviously enjoying the feeling of the warm liquid moving through his body. You smiled to yourself, he was just too cute.
You started on your own drink after ten minutes or so, wearily sipping at it as you knew how hot Niall liked his teas. You'd left it to cool, but it was still almost burning you. It was good though.
Once you were done and your hands were free you laid one hand on Niall's shoulder so that you could rub it comfortingly when he let out the short coughs that seemed to be becoming a constant thing now.