Niall awoke with a start. He jumped out of bed and ran into the restroom.
With the door locked Niall sat by the toilet waiting for the inevitable.
In the process of waiting he realized he felt sick beyond his nausea. Sore throat, muscle aches, and chills which meant he probably had a low fever.
After five minutes or so in the cold hotel bathroom tiles, Niall decided to be proactive by taking some medicine. Of course without the boys noticing.
Niall had no intentions of making this little bug a big deal.
Niall grabbed the two pills he needed and stepped into the kitchen. The rest of the band was already up and eating.
"Hey Niall!" Harry greeted Niall with cheer as he did every morning.
"Morning." Niall said with fake enthusiasm.
"Are you ok?" Zayn asked next.
Apparently Niall was bad at faking.
"Yup, all good. A little tired, but that's all." Niall tried to convince everyone.
"Ok, well come eat before we have to leave." Louis said and motioned for Niall to come sit.
Niall made himself some toast and orange juice.
"That all?..." Liam questioned Niall, who would usually have a more fun breakfast then some toast.
Niall shrugged.
"You don't want me to make bacon for you or anything? Fruit loops? Cereal?" Harry asked.
Niall always had a huge appetite for breakfast then a lighter lunch. Everyone was suspicious of this behavior.
"Don't worry, just not all that hungry this morning, lads." Niall attempted to explain.
The boys left him alone after that but still kept a watchful eye on Niall.
Niall was relived he wasn't caught. He came to realize finishing the toast would be a struggle. With one difficult piece down, he was not feeling good about the next.
So Niall waited for everyone to go change and do get ready so he could toss the other slice of toast.
Then Niall let out a sickly cough that felt terrible with his churning stomach.
"Ughh." Niall sighed and changed.
Niall was the last in the van and slumped a little, walking into the studio for recordings.
Over the last hour Niall had only felt worse. His newest and most frustrating/scary symptom was dizziness. Niall also felt a tad light headed. Like a gust of wind could set him off his feet at any moment,
That's when Niall felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Are you sure your good, Nialler?" It was Zayn.
"I.. I'm feeling a little bit. A little dizzy." Niall slurred quietly and stopped in his tracks.
Niall had his hand out as he attempted to feel for the wall or anything to support him.
Zayn held Niall from either arm to make sure he doesn't faint or anything.
"Guys help!" Zayn shouted at the boys who where down the hall a ways.
The boys turned around to the concerning sight of Zayn helping Niall sit down against the wall.
"It's ok Ni. Can you hear me?" Zayn asked as the boys arrived and squatted down like Niall.
Louis and Zayn kept taking to Niall and Harry put a cold palm to the back of Niall's neck.
The feeling snapped Niall out of whatever dizzy episode he was in.
"I'm ok." Niall said.
He moved his hand to wipe his eyes until his eyesight cleared.
"Umm, are you sure?" Liam questioned as the boy had just nearly passed out with no warning.
Niall nodded and tried to stand up. Zayn held his shoulders down.
"Woah. Don't go to fast. What just happened?" Zayn asked.
"I felt dizzy, I think I'm dehydrated or something?" Niall lied.
The boys were still not satisfied by the answer.
"Maybe we should take you to the doctor? Wouldn't hurt to be checked out, right?" Harry asked, hoping Niall would go for his suggestion.
"No, I'm not that bad. I just need a little hydration is all." Niall pleaded.
The boys sat on it for a minute.
"Fine, but anymore dizzy spells, or anything else weird we take you in, no fighting." Zayn offered.
Niall accepted the deal and stood up with the boys assistance.
In the studio it was pretty quiet. Just the boys being called in and out of the recording booth.
Niall was on his phone trying to distract himself from his symptoms and look normal.
He really didn't want to go to the doctor. It scared him terribly after his knee surgery. Needles, tubes, medicine, the cold feeling, and the smell of sanitation products sent his mind spiraling.
"Niall, your up." A woman said with her head peaking hip to the room everyone hung out in.
Niall didn't hear the woman. He was too lost in his own thoughts.
"Niall!" She yelled.
Niall looked up fast and pushed himself off the sofa, assuming it was his turn to record.
Upon being vertical, Niall's knees locked and he feel forward, HARD.
AN:
Hi people! Long time no see, huh?
This was someone's request and I hope you enjoyed it!
Q & A, Would you rather many shorter stories (like this) that are good or less longer stories that are great?
Thank you for reading!!!
- SmileyKoala <3
