one direction fluff | ♡ {Requests Closed}

Righty-Tighty | N.H.

*felt like writing nouis fluff??? this doesn't have much of a plot lmao,,*

Ages:

Louis: 19
Liam: 18
Harry: 16
Niall: 14

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Today was one of the most dreaded days. However, sadly, it was one that occurred every 6 weeks for poor Niall. The poor lad was born with crooked teeth, which he was absolutely unbothered by all his life until the band was formed. Then his ignorant managers decided that his whole image should be changed and he should get braces. So now, little Nialler gets to go through the long, painful, experience of braces all because someone else is paid to make them look "professional".

"Niall, come on, angel," Liam sighed, knowing the fight the boy usually puts up. "We really have to go. I'm sorry, I know you don't like it."

"Please," Niall whimpered, tears starting to form in his bright blue eyes.

"I'll hold your hand, Ni-Boo," Harry said, trying to at least coax him out of the car.

Niall nodded, biting his lip and at least trying to be brave. He took Harry's hand, walking into the private orthodontist office. He held onto Harry's hand so tight, Harry had to gesture for Louis to help him out. Louis calmed his nerves by stroking Niall's hair.

Liam walked around, trying to find the sign-in while the others sat. Since it was a private facility, no one else was there and Niall had no shame in sitting on Louis' lap. He probably would have even if there were people around.

Liam returned, smiling sympathetically at the sight of Niall practically clinging to Louis for dear life. He didn't even have time to sit before a man in blue scrubs and a small woman standing near him came out into the entrance room.

"Ready to get those braces tightened, pal?" The man asked, his sharp, loud American accent making Niall jump.

Louis slid him off his lap and gave him a reassuring smile before turning him in the direction of the doctor.

"It'll just be a few minutes. He'll be right back out," he explained.

"Follow me, bud," the woman spoke up with a smile, turning and walking.

Niall shuffled after her, fiddling with his hands as he walked.

"Sorry, he's nervous," Liam chuckled.

"Oh, it's fine. See it all the time. I understand," the doctor assured.

They all sighed in unison when he followed them back, worrying about their little friend who was about to be in quite a lot of pain in the next few days.

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"What color did you get this time, hmm?" Liam asked, opening the car door for Harry to sit Niall in.

Niall gave no answer, just a pained whine into Harry's neck. Liam sighed at his failed attempt to cheer him up. Harry sat Niall in the leather seat, trying to pry Niall's arms from around his neck. 

"Come on, Niall, let go. Two seconds. I'm gonna sit beside you the whole way home, bud," Harry coaxed.

Niall whined frustratedly, letting go and rubbing his teary eyes. Liam sighed, getting into the driver's seat and starting the car. He waited for Harry to get in on his side before pulling carefully out of the parking lot.

"Ni, I'm gonna stop and get you some soup. When we get home, I think it's best that you take a nap. We've got meetings tomorrow, and sleep is the best thing you can do for the pain. Okay, bugga?" Liam said, raising his voice slightly as Louis turned up the radio.