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mentally i’m still here

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whew! long time no see 😭 IM BACK!!!!

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just checking in to let u all know that when the If You Leave Me/Everybody Wants to Rule the World mashup drops I will become an enlightened being

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niallhoran: Let's hear your verse @lizzy ! #newmusic #openverse #openversechallenge

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Niall Horan - The Voice (USA) 2023

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Niall on The Voice via Getty Images

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niall on the voice

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have you watched this video at least once today? if you haven’t, you should.

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AN: I’m as surprised as you are to be back on my BS, posting Niall fic since its been literal YEARS, but here I am. Like usual, this is written and edited quickly, so bear with me. Also like usual, this is complete hurt/comfort sickfic fluff and I hope you enjoy.

“C’mon darlin’ wakey wakey.” Niall’s voice is soft and his fingers are gentle as he shifts the lukewarm washcloth off your forehead. 

You peel your eyes open to the natural light coming in through the living room windows. The blanket you’d covered yourself with when you lay down on the couch midmorning is now entirely too warm, and you feel sweaty. 

“It’s time for your antibiotics again,” Niall continues, watching as you clumsily push yourself upright, which makes you a little dizzy. He shakes two capsules into the palm you hold out, and you grimace at how painful it is to swallow. This ear infection you’ve got feels unrelenting, with the stabbing pains that accompany swallowing and speaking and moving the wrong way sometimes. 

Once you’ve taken the pills you move to immediately lay flat again, but Niall stops you with a hand behind your back. 

“Not so fast, baby,” he says, shifting you upright. “You need to try eating something for me first. Think you can do that?” he asks, leaning in to kiss your cheek from where he’s perched on the coffee table. You make a little pained noise in your throat, but nod your head. For Niall, you’ll try. A part of you that’s thinking beyond the pain in your ears and your fever is aware of the worry clouding his expression, and that’s the part you listen to as you accept the mug of squash soup Niall produces. Each spoonful is nearly like agony as you swallow it down, and you have to take breaks just to manage it, but Niall’s approving expression when you’ve finished most of the mug is worth it.

“Good job, darling,” Niall praises you, taking the mug from you and replacing it with extra strength Tylenol. You look down at the two large pills in your hand and suddenly you are positive you won’t be able to swallow them. The thought of not getting relief from the pain is too much, and tears spring to your eyes. Meanwhile, Niall’s returning from leaving your soup mug and pills in the kitchen when he notices you sniffling. 

“C’mere baby, what’s wrong?” he asks, coming over and pulling you into his arms, careful not to brush your ears against his chest. “I know it hurts, the pills should kick in soon. And if these antibiotics aren’t working in a few days we’ll make another appointment with the doctor, okay?” 

“Okay,” you sniff, grimacing when it sends a stabbing pain through your left ear. “It’s just, I don’t think I can swallow the pills you gave me,“ you mumble into his armpit. Against you, Niall makes a thoughtful noise for a moment, his hands rubbing your back soothingly. 

“Do ya think you could swallow a few bites more of something else? Something chocolate maybe?” he asks, knowing how best to bribe you.

“Maybe,” you reply. You’d feel more than a little pathetic if you didn’t feel so terrible. 

“Alright, be right back then. Where’s that Tylenol I handed ya?” He stands up, accepting the pills you hand him and returns to the kitchen. In his absence you carefully lower yourself back into the couch cushions, calming down. You’re not sure what Niall’s got in mind. 

When he returns, he’s holding a chocolate pudding cup and spoon, a satisfied expression on his face. He resumes his seat on the coffee table and hands the pudding cup to you, sticking the spoon in it. You prop yourself up enough to eat, looking from him to the pudding quizzically. 

“Where’s the pills?” you rasp out. Niall grins, pecking your forehead. 

“In the pudding, silly,” he says. “I crushed them up and stirred them in. Ya think you can get this down ya?” 

You nod, feeling stupidly relieved. A few spoonfuls of pudding feels a thousand times more manageable at the moment than two horse-sized tablets. It’s just as painful as swallowing the soup, but it’s over quickly and then you know you’ll soon get some relief from the pain. 

Niall happily takes the empty cup from you when you take the last bite. Even though you’ve been napping on and off all morning and the clock under the tv shows it’s only 12:30 in the afternoon, your eyes are drooping with tiredness again. Since this all began five days ago, Niall had mostly cleared his schedule to stay home with you, so there’s no pressure for you to do anything or go anywhere, and that’s a relief. 

“How about we get you upstairs to the bed?” Niall asks. “More comfortable than this couch is, I bet.” 

“M’kay,” you reply, accepting Niall’s help at sitting up slowly and standing. He’s careful to wait a moment for you to adjust to being vertical after you’d confessed you were dizzy two days ago. 

“You’d make a good nurse, y’know,” you say, tripping over the words. You’re settled in your bed, carefully propped up on pillows against Niall’s chest. The only sounds in the bedroom are the quiet whirr of the ceiling fan and the television that’s playing a documentary at so low a volume you can barely hear it. 

Under you, Niall chuckles in amusement before apologizing quickly when the movement jostles your head a bit. “Ya think so, baby? I don’t know about other people, but for you, of course,” he says, and you feel his hands combing through your hair gently. “I’d do it all, crushing up your pills for you, taking your temperature every six hours, the whole lot. Oh and giving you a sponge bath too. That’s nonnegotiable I think.” He giggles, and you do too, even though it sends a stabbing pain through your ears once again. 

“I love you,” you say, Niall’s giggles dying down. 

“Love you too,” he says, rubbing your arm comfortingly. You drift off again, listening to Niall’s soft breaths under you, and above that, the ocean sounds coming from your ears the antibiotics have only begun to heal. 

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THIS MAN 😫 NOBODY VACATIONS HARDER THAN HIM

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via chancetherapper IG story | Feb. 7

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Niall for The Voice

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Niall via gwenstefani's Instagram - 10/17

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