"Niiialllllll," I whine. "I'm sick and tired and hot and just... ew."
"That's why I'm here, sweetheart."
"No, you're here cuz I bought pizza that I can't eat."
"Well..."
I slap his chest.
"You do realize you have absolutely no strength? I didn't even feel that."
I flip over, facing away from him in my bed.
"But it's not like I could feel it before.."
"Hey!"
Niall laughs. "I'm just kiddin'."
"Sure you were."
"I'm just trying to make you feel better."
I point to my back. "Then rub."
The bed dips as Niall sits. His fingers graze my soar muscles. I shutter at the sensation.
"Niall?"
"Hm."
My hands grip his legs. He lets out an odd sound as I wrap them around me, forcing his chest to press to my back.
"What're you doing?"
"I'm cold."
"You just said you were hot!"
"My body changed its mind."
Niall lightly laughs. "You're shivering," he comments.
I smile a little. "And?"
He pulls the covers up to our chins, and wraps his arms around me. I rub my legs against his for warmth.
"I'm quite comfortable," I admit.
"I'm quite sweaty."
I giggle. "Well, don't move."