1D: Sick Fics

Niall sick at school

You guys are in 8th grade.

I know I did this prompt already but it was requested again.

Your POV

You check your phone again waiting for your boyfriend Niall to text you. You walk to school with him every morning but he didn't meet you at the normal meeting place.

You get a call from him and you answer the phone.

"Hey y/n." You hear him say.

"Niall where were you? You didn't even text me! I was waiting there for 15 minutes."

"I know. I'm sorry. I was running late. I'll see you in second hour." He says.

The bell rings and the teacher goes to the smart board.

"Okay. I got to go Nialler."

"Okay. Bye love."

You smile. "Bye."

You hang up the phone and you have a big goofy grin on your face.

"Let me guess. That was Niall." Charlie, your friend, says. She can read you like a book.

"Yea." You say and look down.

"I knew it." She laughs and you push her playfully.

You do your work in class and check your phone a few times.

"Stop obsessing over your notifications."
Charlie says and smiles.

"I'm worried about Niall. He's usually never late and always texts me."

"Well you can see him next hour. Don't worry about it."
You nod and turn your attention back to math.

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You opened your locker and put your math book on the shelf.

"But I was like, are you serious!? It made me so mad! 8 pages of homework! On a Friday!" Charlie goes on about the math homework.

"It's a study guide. It's probably for the best that we do it." You explain and start closing your locker. When you do you see a figure leaning against the locker next to yours. He figure scared you and you screamed a little.
Charlie starts laughing uncontrollably.

"Niall! Crap, you scared me." You explain and give him a hug.
You look at your boyfriend. He's not his usual happy Self. He has his sunglasses on inside, he's really pale, and he's wearing sweatpants and an old soccer T shirt.

"Hi." He mutters and puts his head down on your shoulder.

"Ni? You okay?" You ask lifting his head up.

He shakes his head.

"What's wrong?"

"My head hurts, my stomach is in knots, and I feel hot and cold at the same time."

"Call your mom Nialler. Your obviously sick."

"No no. I'm fine. It's just a cold."

"So what's with the sunglasses?" Charlie asks.

"The lights are making my head hurt even more."

You take the sunglasses off and he squints his eyes at the light. My rub the hair out of his eyes.
"Come on. We're going to be late to history."
You grab his hand and make your way to class.

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You look over at Niall. His head is on the desk. His eyes dart toward you and you smile sympathetically at him.