(Your P.O.V.)
I drove through town making my way to the bar my boyfriend and the other lads were at. He had called me telling me he wasn't fit to drive and I needed to come and pick him up. I pulled up to the bar finding Niall with his arm draped over Liam's shoulders. When Liam saw me he walked Niall to the car and put him in the passenger seat.
"Hey Y/N," Niall slurred giving me a sloppy kiss. I ruffled his hair and he sat back in the seat.
"You ok to get home Liam?" I asked him.
"Yeah I didn't have anything tonight," he smiled. Liam the responsible one. "Harry was fine too he took Louis home. He and I both offered to take Niall home but he insisted we let you come get him." I looked over at my drunk boyfriend, he was struggling to keep his eyes open. I ran my hand down his leg and smiled.
"Thanks for staying with him Liam."
"Course. No problem. You have fun with him tonight," he winked. I rolled my eyes and chuckled.
"I'll see you later. Night Liam."
"Night love. Get some rest Nialler." He didn't respond. I think he was already asleep. I started towards home looking over every once in a while making sure Niall was alright. When I pulled in the driveway I parked the car and gently shook Niall awake.
"Nialler, hey buddy." His eyes fluttered open and he turned to looked at me. "Let's get you in bed." I helped him in the house, basically holding him up, and got him in the house. I helped him get changed and ready for bed. I did most of the work he was useless at this point.
"Y/N," he whispered barely keeping his eyes open. I crawled into bed with him and he cuddled into me. I rubbed down his back and he was asleep in no time. I smiled a little and closed my eyes letting myself fall asleep.
I woke up later to the sound of retching coming from our bathroom. I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
"Niall?" I called out. There was no answer just more retching. I got up quickly and made me way to the bathroom finding Niall's head in the toilet. "Babe," I sighed sadly. I knelt down behind him and rubbed his back.
"This is horrid," he groaned as the alcohol left his system.
"It's alright buddy, I've got you." He gagged for several minutes until he relaxed. "Alright Niall?" I asked. He nodded slowly. I flushed the toilet and helped him to his to his feet. I led him back to bed and laid him down. He groaned, wrapping his arm around his stomach. I stroked back his hair out of his face. He looked up at me sadly.
"Sorry," he whimpered.
"Hey don't worry about it. I've got you now. Wake me up next time, yeah?" He nodded and shut his eyes. "Alright babe." I crawled back into bed with him. He put his head in the crook of my neck and curled up in a ball. He really wasn't feeling well. "Did we overdo it tonight?" I asked with a slight smile. He nodded and whimpered. I chuckled and kissed the top of his head.
"I feel awful," he groaned.
"Try to get some more sleep babe. You're alright." He took a deep breath and curled in tighter to me. I rubbed down his back until he relaxed. Soon soft snores came from his mouth. I shut my eyes and followed him.
"Y/N." I heard Niall's voice and it shook me out of my sleep. I sat up and Niall was leaning over the edge of the bed.
"You alright pal?" I asked crawling over to him. Before he could respond he gagged bringing up more of the alcohol still in his system. "Aww Niall, come on buddy." I got him to his feet and into the bathroom as quickly as I could. I could only get him to the sink before he gagged again. I rubbed his back while he was sick whispering softly to him. When he was finished he coughed a few times before looking up. He was covered in vomit and so was our floor. He looked down at himself and gagged again.
"I need to get out of these clothes," he said quickly.
"Ok, ok buddy. Let me help you." I quickly got him out of his soiled clothes and into the shower. I threw his clothes and our comforter in the washer and started to clean the floor until I heard Niall gagging again. I sighed and stood up completely exhausted and walked into the bathroom. I threw a towel over him and rubbed his back. "We really overdid it tonight didn't we?" I asked sadly.
"I'm so sorry," he cried. He heaved until there was absolutely nothing left. He was too weak to get off the floor so I went and grabbed him some sweatpants and a bottle of Gatorade and brought it back to him. He slipped on the sweatpants and I gave him the drink to sip on. I was now worried about him getting dehydrated. I had never seen him have a hangover like this before.
"I've never seen you so bad babe, I'm worried," I whispered to him. He shook his head.
"Just a bad hangover, I'll be fine," he replied with a slight smile. When he felt well enough I got him up and into bed. I grabbed him another Gatorade and some water before I got back into bed.
"Try to drink as much as you can. I'm worried about you getting dehydrated." He nodded and took another sip of his Gatorade before laying down again.
"Lay down with me," he said with sad eyes. As soon as I laid down he cuddled into me. He only did that when he really didn't feel well. I rubbed down he back and listened to him breathe. I was really worried about him at this point. I'd seen my boyfriend hungover plenty of times but never like this. I pushed the thought out of my mind and focused on him. I didn't go back to sleep until I knew he was sleeping.
He woke me up that morning around ten. He called my name and shook my arm until I opened my eyes. He held his hand to his head and it was clear he was in pain. I figured he had a nasty headache so I got up quickly to get something for him. I brought back the pills which he took happily.
"Can you bring me the bin?" he asked softly. I grabbed it and took it to him.
"Do you need it now?" I asked him.
"No, just in case. I'm still feeling pretty gross." I sat back down on the bed beside him. He groaned a little and laid back down.
"You gonna be ok Nialler?" I asked running my fingers through his hair.
"This is one wicked hangover."
"No kidding bud."
"I'm never drinking again," he groaned. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Yeah, alright Niall," I said sarcastically.
"Serious." He groaned and put his hand over his eyes. The room was pretty bright with the sun now up. I closed the shades making it darker to ease Niall's pounding head. "Thank you," he whispered.
"Do you want to try and eat? I'll get you some coffee and see if we can't get this hangover under control." He nodded but he didn't say anything. I kissed his cheek before walking downstairs. I made some coffee and a few pieces of toast in an attempt not to upset Niall's stomach anymore. I brought the plate and the mug back up to him and handed them to him when he sat back up.
"Thank you Y/N, I'm really sorry about this," he said shyly.
"Don't apologize, how many times have I seen you hungover?" He blushed a little. "Just take it easy alright? You'll be just fine."
"You're the best," he smiled.
"Yeah I know." I nursed him back to health and until he was feeling better. He slept most of the day away but he thanked me repeatedly when he woke up. Later on that night he got a phone call. When he hung up he turned at looked at me with a smile.
"Louis wants us all to go out this week." Oh great.
