um. i just wrote 500 words of fic for you? whoops idk how that even happened.
Summery: basically niall is sick and harry isn't and that makes niall mad. Mild Niall/Liam/Louis Mentioned Harry/Caroline
Niall snuffles pathetically, nuzzling his nose deeper into Liam's neck. “I feel terrible,” He mumbles wetly into Liam's birthmark.
Liam sighs and pats Niall on the back. “Well maybe if you didn't decide that skinny dipping in the middle of winter was a good idea, you wouldn't feel terrible right now.”
“Shush, Liam,” Louis says, entering Niall's room with a bowl of warm soup nestled in his hands. “Don't remind him.”
“It's just not fair,” Niall wails before making grabby hands for the soup. “Harry was in the lake with me, he should be sick too!” He scowls as he remembers that Harry is actually out with Caroline Flack at the moment, trying to snog her and not get caught by the paparazzi. “I hope there's a high definition shot of him and Caroline kissing in the papers tomorrow, that twat.” He swallows a mouthful of soup.
“It's not Harry's fault that even nature is so charmed by him, he's able to get away with sickness and bad hair days like the rest of us,” Liam tells him, petting Niall's hair.
“And he gets to snog anyone he wants and not feel bad about it, since he's not contagious.” Niall's lips turn down even lower, and he sucks down another spoonful of soup. “Not fucking fair.”
“Aw, Nialler,” Louis slips on the bed next to him, making the soup in Niall's hands jostle dangerously. “Is that why you're so upset? Because you can't snog us? You complete sweetheart.” His voice is teasing, with a touch of actual fondness.
Niall wonders if his flush could just be explained away with the fever he's currently harboring. “Oh, shut up,” He says crossly. “Just don't think it's fair that Harry's naked all the time and never gets ill. I get naked once, and bam- fever and a drippy nose.”
“You know.” Liam says thoughtfully, “Maybe it's because of Harry's constant nakedness. The reason why he didn't get sick, I mean,” He supplies. “His body is used to it.”
“Maybe,” Louis agrees. “Or maybe it's because his body is just naturally immune to it-”
“Stop,” Niall says, a bit bossily, but he's sick, okay, he gets to do whatever he wants. “I don't want to talk about Harry and his amazing abilities not to get ill even though he went swimming naked in the middle of winter.” He suddenly brightens. “I think it's time for Spongebob to be on the telly now! Let's watch that.”
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A week later, Harry gets a call from Caroline, claiming that she couldn't make their date because she's suddenly caught with a fever and a runny nose.
“Holy fuck,” Niall says when he hears the news.
“Harry,” Louis says in a voice that's entirely too accusing. “I can't believe you!”
“What?” Harry mumbles pass the bite of apple crumble in his mouth. “She probably just spent too long in a chilled room, or something.” His phone suddenly beeps, and he reads the text, a smile on his face. “Got a call to make, lads,” He says, ambling out of the room.
“Unbelievable,” Louis breaths out when Harry's out of earshot. “Sicknesses invade Harry Styles and decide not to attack.”
“It's the curls,” Niall scowls. “They control the world. We need to get rid of them.”
BUT YOU WROTE ME FIC AND IT WAS ADORABLE NIALL!FEELS AND LIAM AND LIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAM AND LOUIS SO YOU cANT SAY IT WAS CRACK WHEN IT WAS NOT IT WAS HILARIOUSLY CUTE BECAUSE YES! WHAT IF ALL THE WORLDS CURES WERE LOCATED IN HIS CURLS?? WHAT IF??!!!
Summery: basically niall is sick and harry isn't and that makes niall mad.
Mild Niall/Liam/Louis
Mentioned Harry/Caroline
Niall snuffles pathetically, nuzzling his nose deeper into Liam's neck. “I feel terrible,” He mumbles wetly into Liam's birthmark.
Liam sighs and pats Niall on the back. “Well maybe if you didn't decide that skinny dipping in the middle of winter was a good idea, you wouldn't feel terrible right now.”
“Shush, Liam,” Louis says, entering Niall's room with a bowl of warm soup nestled in his hands. “Don't remind him.”
“It's just not fair,” Niall wails before making grabby hands for the soup. “Harry was in the lake with me, he should be sick too!” He scowls as he remembers that Harry is actually out with Caroline Flack at the moment, trying to snog her and not get caught by the paparazzi. “I hope there's a high definition shot of him and Caroline kissing in the papers tomorrow, that twat.” He swallows a mouthful of soup.
“It's not Harry's fault that even nature is so charmed by him, he's able to get away with sickness and bad hair days like the rest of us,” Liam tells him, petting Niall's hair.
“And he gets to snog anyone he wants and not feel bad about it, since he's not contagious.” Niall's lips turn down even lower, and he sucks down another spoonful of soup. “Not fucking fair.”
“Aw, Nialler,” Louis slips on the bed next to him, making the soup in Niall's hands jostle dangerously. “Is that why you're so upset? Because you can't snog us? You complete sweetheart.” His voice is teasing, with a touch of actual fondness.
Niall wonders if his flush could just be explained away with the fever he's currently harboring. “Oh, shut up,” He says crossly. “Just don't think it's fair that Harry's naked all the time and never gets ill. I get naked once, and bam- fever and a drippy nose.”
“You know.” Liam says thoughtfully, “Maybe it's because of Harry's constant nakedness. The reason why he didn't get sick, I mean,” He supplies. “His body is used to it.”
“Maybe,” Louis agrees. “Or maybe it's because his body is just naturally immune to it-”
“Stop,” Niall says, a bit bossily, but he's sick, okay, he gets to do whatever he wants. “I don't want to talk about Harry and his amazing abilities not to get ill even though he went swimming naked in the middle of winter.” He suddenly brightens. “I think it's time for Spongebob to be on the telly now! Let's watch that.”
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A week later, Harry gets a call from Caroline, claiming that she couldn't make their date because she's suddenly caught with a fever and a runny nose.
“Holy fuck,” Niall says when he hears the news.
“Harry,” Louis says in a voice that's entirely too accusing. “I can't believe you!”
“What?” Harry mumbles pass the bite of apple crumble in his mouth. “She probably just spent too long in a chilled room, or something.” His phone suddenly beeps, and he reads the text, a smile on his face. “Got a call to make, lads,” He says, ambling out of the room.
“Unbelievable,” Louis breaths out when Harry's out of earshot. “Sicknesses invade Harry Styles and decide not to attack.”
“It's the curls,” Niall scowls. “They control the world. We need to get rid of them.”
okay omg this got really bad--- I wrote it without any plot idea, and it got really cracky and badly written in the end-- sorry babe, hope you get better soon! (also there's this great fill on the kinkmeme here: It's a Louis/Niall, and there's only a bit of sickness at the very end, but whatever, it's super cute
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GOING TO GO READ THAT NOW XOXO
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