Then Came a Lucky Leprechaun (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chicken!!!!!!!

Chapter 4

It was cold and rainy, as always. I shivered and Niall pulled me closer to him and warmed me up by rubbing my shoulder and down my arm. We crossed the street to a small flat complex, it was a little small but perfect for Niall, I assumed. We entered through a walkway and up some stairs. We passed a few rooms before Niall started to limp and he winced in pain.

“Niall! Hold onto me I’ll help you get to your room.” I grabbed on his waist and helped him as he hobbled to his flat with all, ALL his weight on me.

“I need to sit, I need my medication!” it hurt to look at him with all the pain he was going through.

“Ok what’s your flat number?”

“124 on the right”

“Ok! Where is your meds?”

“They are right on the kitchen counter, right when you walk in almost. It’s in a purple bottle” he handed me his keys and I ran to find his room, 14 16 18! I fiddled with the key and got in with no problem. The kitchen was right when you walked in so I didn’t need to search; I looked on the counter and found the purple bottle. I set it down so I could easily get it, then I looked through the cabinets for a baggie and got ice and threw it in, I locked the baggie and grabbed the bottle and hurried back to Niall, who was trying to bare through the pain in the hallway. He looked up with teary eyes and I set the bag of ice on his knee, which looked swollen.

“Here, do you take two?”

“Yes.” He responded.

“Here you go!” I handed him the small pills and got a water bottle from my purse and opened it for him. He took the pills and washed it down with my water, I was rubbing his knee ever so gently, so he wouldn’t get hurt. It was calming him, I started rubbing his shoulder and I put my hand in his. His breathing slowed back to normal and he rested his head on my shoulder. We sat there and I was massaging Niall’s soft hand, in hopes to calm him for good. He sighed in assurance that he was ok now.

“Thanks you so much! I never would’ve been able to make it without you” he said ever so sweetly to me.

I smiled at him, “You’re very welcome! Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Can you help me to my flat, please?”

“Of course!” I held out my hand and he took it and slowly got up. He did pretty well; I held his waist and tried my best to get him to a couch as quick as possible. He was really heavy compared to me, good thing I left the door opened so it was easier to get his knee elevated. I set him up in front of his television, and I went to the kitchen and got him a wet rag to cool his forehead, and back of his neck. I returned to him and he was resting his head on his hand.

“Niall, do you want a rag on your forehead? It’ll help you cool off.”

“Yes, please!” he agreed, and I placed it on his forehead. I noticed his knee wasn’t elevated, so I grabbed a pillow from across the room, and then I lifted his leg a bit and slid the pillow under it. I pulled up his sweatpants just above his knee and examined it. It was redden and swollen, with tints of purple forming at his skin. I touched it very slightly and he didn’t budge, that’s a good sign, I thought. I looked up and he was watching my every move, with a little pain still in his face. I put the ice on his bare skin, “Is that ok?”

“Yeah, it feels nice” he was very grateful. I searched the room for the remote, and found it placed neatly on the coffee table. I grabbed it and clicked on the power button, and began to search for a show to watch.

“Sorry that we can’t go to the café” he told me.

“No, Niall! It’s ok! We can’t stop your pain without your medication, I totally understand.”

“Maybe we can order out and hang here” he suggested.

“That sounds great!”

“And we will definitely go out some other time!” he smiled at me.

“Ok! Should we order now?”

“Sure, I know a great hoagie place, if you want”

“That sounds great right now!” I got up, “where is the menu?”

“If you go into the kitchen, go to the counter and there are drawers on the top, go to the one all the way right and there are a few menus. Just bring them all and we can pick from there.” He directed me. I smiled and went to the kitchen and did just as he told me, and grabbed all the menus and took them to Niall.

“Ok we go a lot here!” I exclaimed. He studied them and put a few to the side.

“Those are the ones that I was never pleased with” he gave a dirty look at the rejects.

“Ok, that’s funny. Oh, this one!” I handed him a fried chicken menu that had dancing chickens with goofy faces.

“They look like they are on crack!” he pointed to the chickens, and we bursted into laughter, he was totally right. After about five minutes of me and Niall spasing out over the crack-head chickens, I picked up the menu and skimmed through it.

“How ‘bout a 12 piece bucket of chicken?” I asked.

“Sounds great! Also get some Pepsi; I didn’t get any drinks this week. Here’s my address, 124 Raithin rd, Mullingar.”

I picked up my cell phone and punched in the number for the chicken place. I put my hand on Niall’s thigh and massaged it lightly, I heard him moan in pleasure, and I smiled at him. They picked up and placed the order and hung up when I was done.

“Ok, about thirty minutes. What do you want to do?” I asked.

“Come here!” he motioned to me and pulled the blanket up and I went over to him and cuddled with him and we watched “A Haunting” until our crack-head chicken order came.

“Look at that loser running!” he laughed.

“Oh stop it” I smiled at him and slapped him playfully. We were laughing then there was a knock at the door. I jumped up and skipped to the door with my purse in my hand, ready to pay the deliverer. I opened the door and was greeted with the amazing smell of fried chicken.

“Hi!” I exclaimed in my cheeky mood.

“Hello! That’s 21 Euros, please!” he told me, and I reached into my wallet and pulled out 25 Euros and handed it to him.

“Thank you very much!” I took the food and gave him a friendly smile and he left. When I got back to Niall he started to get up.

“Niall, do you want to eat in here?” I asked politely.

“Nah, let’s eat at the table.”

“Ok I’ll put this down and comeback for you.” I left the living room and set the chicken on the table and went to go help Niall to the table so we could eat our chicken. I sat him at the table and searched the cabinets for 2 plates and 2 cups, and some utensils. When I returned, Niall already was eating a chicken drum stick!

“Why, Niall?” I asked and shook my head. I sighed and handed him a plate and poured him some Pepsi and he gave me a sheepish smile. I took a few pieces of chicken and placed them neatly on my plate and dug in. Niall on the other hand, was scoffing down food as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

“Niall, slow down!” I laughed as he was about half way done.

“Sorry, I didn’t eat much breakfast” he laughed and cleaned his fingers from all the grease and took a gulp of his Pepsi. I finished my second piece and started my third before deciding I was done. When Niall was finished, I helped him back to the couch and I went back to clean off the table.

“Hey! Grease is on!” he yelled to me. I hurried to finish and scurried back to the couch with our drinks. We cuddled through the whole movie and laughed together and sang almost every song. Gosh, Niall is really cute!