Niall Horan Imagines

Imagine for Andrea!

“Baby…” Niall whispered into your ear, and you blinked your eyes open to see him hovering over you.

“What?” You whispered back at him, worrying that something might be wrong. Why else would he wake you up at 3:00 in the morning?

“My head hurts really bad,” He mumbled. You squinted your eyes, struggling to see in the dark. Niall’s face was flushed and his eyes were watery as if he had either already been crying or was about to start. “I’m scared,” He whispered, and you instantly pulled him into your arms. He rested his head on your shoulder and you felt him shake as he cried.

“I’ll get you some pain medicine, okay?” You told him, sweeping the tears from his face with your thumb. He nodded, sucking in a sharp breath. He sniffled and continuously wiped at his eyes, trying to control his tears while you slipped out of bed. You groggily stumbled into the bathroom, gathering the medicine for Niall before heading to the kitchen, where you filled a glass of water for him. Careful not to drop anything, you hurried back to the bedroom and handed the water to him, along with the medicine.

You rubbed soothing circles into his back while he downed the water with the medicine. “It’ll be a while before the medicine kicks in, would you like me to stay up with you until then?” You asked him, brushing loose strands of hair out of his face.

“You don’t have to, princess,” He said, his voice cracking as he threw his head back and clenched his eyes shut. You wished there was something else you could do; you hated seeing him in pain.

“Come here,” You said. You placed a pillow on your lap, and motioned for Niall to lay his head on the pillow. He obeyed, and you gently stroked his face while he laid there.

“It hurts so bad,” He groaned, digging his teeth into his bottom lip to the point that you feared he would draw blood. Tears pricked at his eyes again, and he put his hand into the air, wiggling his fingers. “Can you hold my hand?” He squeaked in a quiet voice as a steady stream of tears poured from his eyes. You placed your hand in his, and an idea came to your mind.

“Have you ever tried that thing where you squeeze someone’s hand when the pain is really bad? I heard it actually helps,” You told him. He shook his head, and you said, “Squeeze my hand, Niall.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” He said, and his body began to shake again. He whimpered and you wondered how much longer he’d have to struggle until the pain medicine would finally do its job.

“You won’t,” You promised him. You were about to say something else when suddenly Niall’s grip on your hand tightened dramatically and he squeezed your hand with what felt like all the strength in his body.

“It really does help,” He breathed, giving your hand another squeeze, this time with a little less force. “I’m not hurting you, am I?” He peeked up at you and you forced a smile onto your face.

“N-no,” You muttered and he chuckled, loosening his grip.

There was silence for a while, and Niall’s tears slowly began to dry. He seemed to have calmed down, considering that he was no longer trembling. He still held your hand in his, and you massaged the palm of his hand with your thumb.

“Feel better?” You asked, glancing at the clock to see that almost an hour had passed.

“Much better,” He nodded, looking up at you with a smile. “I owe you a dinner date for that one, princess. Thank you so much.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” You told him before a smirk played onto your face, and you added, “Except maybe a kiss.”

**I’m not gonna lie to you, this was probably the hardest imagine I’ve written so far. Almost started crying, myself! I hope you like it, let me know what you think!**