One Direction Imagines and Preferences Book 3

#470 he has a migraine - niall

Niall:  His head in his hands, he rolled from side to side groaning. “Princess?” You laughed softly moving to sit next to him on a bench. “Yes, Niall?” “Not feelin too good, princess.” “Yeah? That ride too much for you, Niall?” You said teasing him while running a hand up and down his back. “S’not that,” he said resting his head on your shoulder and away from the ninety-eight degree sun. “Just me head kept hittin back n forth.” You frowned and ran your fingers through his slightly sweat-soaked hair. “How about we take a break? Maybe inside a nice air conditioned store?” “Yeah, that sounds good.” “How bout some food too? That could be making your head hurt more. There’s ice cream nearby, and turkey legs, and-” His face lit up as he managed to stand. “Stop right there darlin,” he said as he draped an arm around you. “You had me at ice cream.”