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He takes care of you when you are sick
Harry:You had been sleeping off your terrible cold all day. When you wake up, you see Harry sitting up in the bed next to you watching TV, which you note has hardly any volume on so as not to disturb you. “What are you doing here?” you ask, suddenly remembering your sea of used tissues that are probably sprawled out all over your bed. “You weren’t answering any of my texts, so I came over to check on you. When I saw that you were sick, I stayed here in case you needed anything. Now that you’re up, do you want some soup?” You smile up at your boyfriend, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world to have someone like him. “I would love that,” you say to him as he reaches over to stroke some stray strands of hair off your face.
Liam:You’d been tossing and turning all night, no doubt keeping Liam up, but he had been kind enough not to say anything to you. At about 4:30, you suddenly find yourself needing a bathroom, and fast! You beeline it and make it to the toilet just in time. At the sound of your heaving, Liam gets up and comes to the doorway. “Ohh, baby…” he says sympathetically, stepping into the room to hold your hair back for you. “Go away, Liam. I don’t want you to see this.” “Oh stop, I’m not going anywhere. Do you think it was that chicken we ate last night?” “Don’t say chi-” you can’t complete your thought before the heaving starts again. After a couple more moments, you feel yourself regain composure enough to ask for something to drink. Liam fetches you a cup of water. “Maybe I should run to the convenience store and get you some ginger ale?” “Yeah,” you grunt out. “Will you be ok while I’m gone?” “Mhmm.” “You sure? I can wait till morning if you want.” “No, no, just go now while I clean up a bit.” Liam, being the wonderful boyfriend that he is, heads out at 4:30 in the morning to get you some ginger ale from the 24-hour convenience store.
Louis:You had felt the sore throat and achiness coming on the night before, but it wasn’t until that morning that you felt like you had been hit by a truck. You can’t swallow without it hurting, your limbs feel like spaghetti, and you just feel generally crummy all over. After texting Louis for a little while, you begin to doze off again when the doorbell rings, interrupting your snooze. You try to ignore it, but whoever is at the door is being persistent, and is, quite frankly, beginning to annoy you. Eventually, the ringing stops for a moment and you figure the person has finally given up and left. Then your phone buzzes and you see you havea new text from Louis. “Answer the friggen door,” it says. You sigh at the thought of having to get out of your warm cocoon of blankets, but get up anyways. There you find Louis standing with a teddy bear and a couple of magazines in one arm, and a thermos of soup in the other. “Thought these might help make you feel better,” he says with a smile as he enters the house, planting a kiss on your forehead. You smile weakly to show your appreciation before the two of you head back to the living room where he dotes on you for the entire day.
Niall: Niall wakes up in the middle of the night, freezing due to the fact that you’ve hogged all the blankets. As he lifts the blanket and wiggles his way underneath it, he feels that your skin is burning up. “Babe, maybe you should take some of the blankets off; you feel really hot.” “No, I’m not. I’m freezing.” “How can you be freezing when you’re sweating? Do you have a fever or something?” “I think I might. I feel so awful,” you groan. “Aww, baby. Can I get you anything? Some medicine maybe?” “Yes, please.” Niall gets you the medicine, bringing a thermometer with him. “Yup, you definitely have a fever,” he states after taking your temperature. You just moan in response. “Come here, babe. I’ll keep you warm,” Niall says crawling back under the covers with you and wrapping you in his arms.
Zayn:You’re laying on the couch with your arm draped over your eyes as Zayn continues telling you the longest story you’ve ever heard. It would have taken you less time to read both The Illiad and The Odyssey than it is taking him to get through this soap opera of a story he’s telling you. “Will you just shut up?!” you finally snap, regretting the words and the harsh tone the second they leave your lips. “Well somebody’s in a good mood,” he snaps back at you. You sigh. “Sorry, I just have the worst headache of my life and all I want is to sleep it off, which is hard to do when you’re talking at me.” “You could have said so a little bit more nicely, you know,” Zayn mildly scolds you as you hear him leaving the room. He comes back a moment later with some medicine and a glass of water. “Here, this will help.” He hands you the pill and water, which you graciously take. You hand the glass back to Zayn who places it on the coffee table before sidling up next to you to nap on the couch together.
Liam:You’d been tossing and turning all night, no doubt keeping Liam up, but he had been kind enough not to say anything to you. At about 4:30, you suddenly find yourself needing a bathroom, and fast! You beeline it and make it to the toilet just in time. At the sound of your heaving, Liam gets up and comes to the doorway. “Ohh, baby…” he says sympathetically, stepping into the room to hold your hair back for you. “Go away, Liam. I don’t want you to see this.” “Oh stop, I’m not going anywhere. Do you think it was that chicken we ate last night?” “Don’t say chi-” you can’t complete your thought before the heaving starts again. After a couple more moments, you feel yourself regain composure enough to ask for something to drink. Liam fetches you a cup of water. “Maybe I should run to the convenience store and get you some ginger ale?” “Yeah,” you grunt out. “Will you be ok while I’m gone?” “Mhmm.” “You sure? I can wait till morning if you want.” “No, no, just go now while I clean up a bit.” Liam, being the wonderful boyfriend that he is, heads out at 4:30 in the morning to get you some ginger ale from the 24-hour convenience store.
Louis:You had felt the sore throat and achiness coming on the night before, but it wasn’t until that morning that you felt like you had been hit by a truck. You can’t swallow without it hurting, your limbs feel like spaghetti, and you just feel generally crummy all over. After texting Louis for a little while, you begin to doze off again when the doorbell rings, interrupting your snooze. You try to ignore it, but whoever is at the door is being persistent, and is, quite frankly, beginning to annoy you. Eventually, the ringing stops for a moment and you figure the person has finally given up and left. Then your phone buzzes and you see you havea new text from Louis. “Answer the friggen door,” it says. You sigh at the thought of having to get out of your warm cocoon of blankets, but get up anyways. There you find Louis standing with a teddy bear and a couple of magazines in one arm, and a thermos of soup in the other. “Thought these might help make you feel better,” he says with a smile as he enters the house, planting a kiss on your forehead. You smile weakly to show your appreciation before the two of you head back to the living room where he dotes on you for the entire day.
Niall: Niall wakes up in the middle of the night, freezing due to the fact that you’ve hogged all the blankets. As he lifts the blanket and wiggles his way underneath it, he feels that your skin is burning up. “Babe, maybe you should take some of the blankets off; you feel really hot.” “No, I’m not. I’m freezing.” “How can you be freezing when you’re sweating? Do you have a fever or something?” “I think I might. I feel so awful,” you groan. “Aww, baby. Can I get you anything? Some medicine maybe?” “Yes, please.” Niall gets you the medicine, bringing a thermometer with him. “Yup, you definitely have a fever,” he states after taking your temperature. You just moan in response. “Come here, babe. I’ll keep you warm,” Niall says crawling back under the covers with you and wrapping you in his arms.
Zayn:You’re laying on the couch with your arm draped over your eyes as Zayn continues telling you the longest story you’ve ever heard. It would have taken you less time to read both The Illiad and The Odyssey than it is taking him to get through this soap opera of a story he’s telling you. “Will you just shut up?!” you finally snap, regretting the words and the harsh tone the second they leave your lips. “Well somebody’s in a good mood,” he snaps back at you. You sigh. “Sorry, I just have the worst headache of my life and all I want is to sleep it off, which is hard to do when you’re talking at me.” “You could have said so a little bit more nicely, you know,” Zayn mildly scolds you as you hear him leaving the room. He comes back a moment later with some medicine and a glass of water. “Here, this will help.” He hands you the pill and water, which you graciously take. You hand the glass back to Zayn who places it on the coffee table before sidling up next to you to nap on the couch together.
@Niallers Nandos
Im glad you love them. I was just thinking of doing a second book of it. My new chapter in this book tells you about it.
1/22/15