Love and Hate

This is a Nial Horan Fan Finction. Najomitt is a huge directioner who won an interview and meet One Direction. After having a friendship Niall and Najomitt start having feelings for each other but Niall is scare about the fans and the hate she could recieve. What could happen when a couple receive so much hate?


22. Sick

The rest of the week was simply boring; some chats with Caroline in the afternoon that both of us are free and some talking with the guys, especially Niall. He really has been in such a better mood since the day they came to my house for lunch. My feelings for him haven’t changed a bit but I was happy to know that he sees me as a friend too. Even though all of my chats with my friends I couldn’t avoid feeling bored, I couldn’t wait for class to start. One more month and I would be finally in university doing and studying what I like.

Wednesday I started to fill sick, vomiting and even a fever. I had to tell my boss to give me permission to leave early because I just couldn’t make it for the rest of the day. It was the first time I was so sick and without my mom. She was always there for me when I got sick. I called her to ask her what to take or to do. I knew what to do I just wanted to make sure. I missed my mom so much and my whole family. I talked with my sister quite often. She loved Australia and her classes, and unlike me, she started her course right when she arrived.

When I went to the hospital on Thursday, I was still vomiting and feeling so weak that I could barely stand. I didn’t call anybody because I knew Caroline was working and I didn’t want to bother any of the boys. The doctor told me what I was suspecting; I had food poisoning and a throat infection. He gave me some antibiotics for the infection and some medicine to control the fever and the vomiting. He instructed me to drink large amount of water and to rest. I spent the rest of my day just talking with my mom while she basically obligated me to make chicken soup. She said because it will help me. I didn’t want to do anything more than lay in bed and sleep. That day I went to bed early. I woke up by my phone ringing.

“Hello?” I said with a barely audible voice, half asleep

“Nani? Did I wake you up?” Niall’s voice sounded through the phone. At the sound of his voice, I woke completely. “I am so sorry. It’s 11:30, I thought you were awake. Sorry.” He sounded embarrassed. I knew he was blushing.

I laughed. “It’s okay Niall, I was awake, I just woke up,” I lie. I didn’t want him to feel bad. “So tell me, what’s up?” I changed the subject

“Are you okay? Your voice sounds kind of off,” he asked, concern in his voice. I forgot that I never told him about me not being well.

“Yeah, just kind of sick,” I said, not it giving importance. I felt better, kind of, still had nausea, but a little better.

“Oh! Are you coming here? Or would you like us to go there?”

“No it’s fine. I’ll go there. I’ll see you in half an hour, is that okay?” I wanted to drive in case I started feeling bad again. I could leave early.

“Yeah, that’s great. I will tell the guys. See you then.” He hung up. I involuntary smiled at the thought of seeing him again and also felt exited to see the rest of the guys, but again, Niall is the one that got deep into my feelings.

The moment I stood up from my bed, I felt the annoying feeling of a headache. This illness better go away on a few days because it’s really bothering me. I took my medicine the doctor told me to take and then headed to the bathroom. When I step out of the shower, I looked at myself on the mirror and realized I looked as bad as I felt. I did my makeup and tried to at least control my hair. When I stepped inside of my car, the effects of the medicine took effect and my headache was no longer bothering me. I parked just in front of the boys’ house.

“Hello, Nani.” Zayn greeted me with a smile.

“Hi,” I said with a shy smile. He is so beautiful that it hurts. He stepped to the side so I could enter. I saw all the guys except Harry in the living room. They all greeted me with bright smiles and I tried to give them my best one, trying to hide my sickness. Niall’s smile made my heart rate increase incredibly; what is this guy doing to me? “What have you guys been doing?”

“Nothing that you care about,” Harry said entering in the living room. I opened my mouth to respond but his smile stopped me for doing so. “I am just kidding.”

“You better,” I said with a very serious look but I couldn’t resist and I started to laugh. “We never can be serious.”

“No, we can’t,” Louis said. I smiled at him. “What do you prefer, pizza or Chinese food?”

“Chinese! I love Chinese food.” I coughed when I raised my voice a little bit. My throat wasn’t healed at all yet and it hurt a lot. I controlled myself quickly and none of the guys noticed it.

“I will order then. I’ll be right back,” Zayn informed us, grabbing his phone. 

“So what do you want to do? Watch a movie or something?” Niall asked me. I laughed. “What is so funny?” he said, confused. I laughed harder.

“Watch a movie?” I arched an eyebrow. “With you guys?”

Niall looked so confused. “What’s the matter with that?”

“Watch a movie with you guys is just so normal.” I laughed again. “Don’t get me wrong, I would love to, it’s just I never imagined myself in this position. Never,” I explained. I saw Niall smiling at me and I blushed.

“I will choose the movie, I am pretty sure if we let you choose, love, you will want to see some cheesy, romantic movie,” Louis said. I rolled my eyes at him.

Just when we were about to start whatever movie Louis choose, Zayn entered and had a very serious expression. He held his phone so everyone could see. I could not see anything but by the look of the boys faces, they did.

“You got to be kidding me,” Harry whispered.

I just sat there confused; the expression of the boys changed so much at this ID caller. Who could possibly be calling to make all the guys change their moods so fast?

“Nani,” Niall turned to me. “This call needs to be private, you cannot be here.” He looked so frustrated. “I am sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll leave.” I smiled at him in hope it could decreased his frustration.

“No! Not like that, just for a few minutes,” he explained. “It is Management and-

“I get it” I smiled at him knowing and understanding now the mood of the guys. I mean, who doesn’t hate Management?

“If you want, you can go to my room and watch TV or whatever you want, okay?” I keep smiling at him. He is so cute, and adorable I just couldn’t stop. I nodded in response.

“I need to charge my phone anyways,” I lied. I hated that he felt so sorry. I had to make an excuse. I started to head upstairs but just before I reached the stairs, I turn aroundH “hey guys, I hate Management too.” And with that I walked away. Seriously, nobody likes Management and by the look on the boys faces, neither do they. I still don’t get why they are still with them.

I entered in Niall’s room and instantly felt great. It smelled like him, every detail of the room was just like him. I have no idea how but the whole room was just like him and his personality. The bed was right in the middle and carefully made. I didn’t want to lay in there; I would feel pretty weird even when I wanted to really bad, just imagining the strong smell on his pillow. I laughed at myself for those crazy, psycho thoughts. I lay on a couch that was placed in front of the window. I started feeling very sick again when the guys mentioned food, I tried to manage it but when I laid down, I felt like throwing up. At least there was a bathroom on the room. I was so tired that I fall asleep pretty quickly, thinking about Niall and my family.

I woke up when I felt something covering me. I opened my eyes slowly, not recognizing the room at first but then remembered. I was so cold that I started to shake. I didn’t even want to open my mouth because I knew my throat would hurt worse. I hugged the blanket even tighter.

“Damn it,” I heard Niall’s voice whispering. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

I chuckle. “Don’t worry,” I said with my voice raspy. I tried to clear my throat but it hurt.

“It seems like I always try not to wake you but always fails,” he smiled. I frowned, confused. “You remember the first day we met? At the interview? You fainted and I was there. Then when we were at your apartment the first time, you fall asleep but I woke you. After was the night of the club.” He flushed and I looked away, remembering that ‘the night of the club’ was actually the night I kissed him “And now, I am a complete fail on trying not to woke you up.” He laughed and I joined him.

My mind played a trick on me. I saw something in my head, an image that didn’t last more than five seconds, but I could visualize very clearly. Me waking up and Niall right beside me and his blue eyes are the first thing I see. It fills my heart with happiness but it blurred away really fast.

My throat hurt even worse and I started coughing non-stop. Niall’s face was full of concern immediately. “Are you okay? Do you need anything? Water?” He spoke so fast that I could barely understand what he said. I nodded in response and tried to calm him.

“I am fine,” I responded with difficulty. My throat felt like it was burning, plus because of coughing so much and I felt dizzy. Seriously, I couldn’t feel worse.

“You don’t look fine Nani. Sorry if I offend you but you look really sick and your voice changed.” He was so worried about me that made me smile. I felt a little bit better at the thought that he cares about me.

“I have a throat infection and some virus,” I explained. He nodded in response. “I already went to the doctor and he gave me some medicines that I have to take. I really feel sick. I shouldn’t come here, all I am doing is complaining and you don’t have to deal with a sick person. Believe me. the last thing you want is me throwing up in your bathroom.” I laughed.

“No, the opposite. I am happy that you came here, you shouldn’t be alone when you are sick. You look like you are about to faint and your face is like a shade of green,” he said with worry. He hesitated before touching my forehead with the back of his hand. “You have a fever.”

“Yeah, I know. I have the medicine in my purse” I grabbed it. “Can you please bring me some water?” He nodded and stood up. In less than a minute he was back with a big glass of water and Liam was behind him. “Thank you.” I smiled, grabbing the cup.

“How are you feeling?” Liam asked me. “You look pretty bad.”

I laughed softly. “Do I look that bad?” Both of the boys nodded. I smiled a little. I felt so weak and cold. Oh, how I hate being sick!

“I heard that you are not feeling well with your stomach, my mom used to make me a tea that helped me a lot. I can make it so you can drink it if you want?” Liam asked me and I nodded in response. “Well then, it will be ready in less than 10 minutes. The food is already here. I’ll leave the two of you alone then.”

“Do you want to eat?” Niall asked softly. I shake my head; the thought of eating something made me even more nauseous. “Why don’t you lay in bed, this couch is not too comfortable.” He sat at the other end of the couch, I bring my knees to my chest to feel a little warmer and brought the blanket with me. We were now facing at each other. I shake my head again in response. I didn’t want to talk again, the sore of my throat was enough. “I am not going to fight you this time just because you are sick.” He laughed and I smile. “Since when are you this sick?”

“Wednesday,” I whispered. “I felt pretty bad at work and ask my boss to leave early. I started the fever yesterday, that’s why I went to the doctor. Seriously I hate being sick, like yesterday I could barely stand-” I cut myself because I knew that I talked too much. I knew the reaction that Niall would have

“You could barely stand?” Niall repeated, frustrated. “Why on earth didn’t you call me? Nani, seriously, you can call me, call us if you need anything.” He corrected himself. “Don’t tell me that you didn’t want to bother us because what it is really bothering me is that you are sick and needed to go to the doctor and you didn’t even tell me.” He raised his voice a little bit, looking  mad. All of this because I didn’t call him?

“What would happen if you felt dizzy while you were driving? You could be in an accident.” I looked at my hands; his words had some sense but nothing of that happened. I don’t know what got into him that he talked to me in that way.  I never saw Niall this mad and frustrated, and what hurts me is that I caused that frustration for not doing a stupid call but the good part is that this show that he truly cares for me. If he didn’t then he wouldn’t be doing this little scene. A cold finger was pressed on my chin and took me out of my thoughts. His proximity took me out of guard, his face only inches from mine. He was now sitting next to me.

“I am sorry, I don’t know why I talked to you in that way,” he apologized. I just looked at his precious eyes. I didn’t respond, I just stayed quiet,  looking at his perfect blue eyes. By each second, our faces seemed to be attracting a little more for some strange force. I broke our eye contact for a second to see his lips. We were almost touching each other lips. I closed my eyes waiting for his lips to touch mine. We jerked away when we heard the door opening, showing Liam entering with a little cup in his hand.

I love Liam and I always will but at that moment, I literally wanted to scream at him and tell him to get out. I was hoping for that kiss to happen so badly and when it didn’t I just felt frustrated and mad, like Niall moments ago. Instead of screaming at him, like I was thinking, I smiled at him and thanked him. Niall was sitting on his bed, his face red as a tomato and I am pretty sure mine was the same color and not precisely for the fever.

“It is very hot, be careful to not burn yourself.” He smiled at me, and left the room again.

The moment Liam left, the air on the room turned awkward. I stayed silent because I didn’t know what to say neither did Niall. He just sat there in his bed looking at the wall. He almost kissed me; he was the one that wanted to kiss me. I would not remember our first kiss but I am pretty sure I was the one who kiss first. This time was different; he was the one who would kiss first if it wasn’t for Liam. But I was confused and not sure of what to think. Does this mean he feels something towards me? Did he want that kiss as bad as I did? Was I the only one who felt electricity between the two of us? So many questions forming in my head frustrating me even more. Why can’t I be those girls who are straight forward and said everything directly to the other person? Instead I am such an insecure girl who is too shy and afraid of what the other will say to her, afraid that he may laugh at her if say the way she feels.

I barely taste the tea, I was in such a deep thought, debating with myself to relish the savor of the tea. It did helped me though, and I felt much better; the medicine was also taking effect on me. I no longer felt dizzy, the nausea decreased and started sweating the fever. I walked to the bathroom to wash my face; I tried to fix my hair a little more and remove complete my makeup. The mascara was all messed up by the sweat, but at least my face looked better than when I left home. My clothes felt very uncomfortable and hot by the sweat. I wanted to change them. When I opened the door, Niall was there with his back against the wall next to the door.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked me. I nodded in response, not trusting my voice just yet. “Are you hungry? We can go and eat something. I know you haven’t eat anything yet.” I smiled at him and nodded again.

We ate and talked the rest of the afternoon, well, I just nodded and shook my head in response to the question the boys asked me, not wanting to hurt my already sore throat. I was so focused on the conversation that I didn’t notice the time. It was already dark and when I looked at the clock on the wall, it marked 10:30

“Guys, it’s so late! I didn’t notice the time.” I spoke a little louder this time than my other few answers. “I better get going.” I stand to my feet before anyone could say anything and I went upstairs to grab my bag. I folded the blanket on the couch, making sure the room didn’t look messy. I felt someone entering in the room. I don’t know how, but I knew it was Niall. I turned around to find a very awkward Niall standing in the middle of the room with his hands on the pockets of his jeans

“Nani… ahmm,” he stuttered. “I don’t think… I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to leave now.” He looked everywhere but me.

I frowned. “It’s ten thirty, I think it’s pretty late. I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to leave later.”

“No, what I mean is that you should stay for the night.” His words came out of his mouth so fast that I could barely understand what he said.

“Stay for the night?” I repeat.

“Yes, I mean, I don’t think you should stay alone in your apartment, you really scared me earlier. I thought you would faint in any moment.” He was speaking fast, nervous.

I considered what he said. I really felt like I was going to faint. It scared me; I never felt that sick before, well I mean I always had my mom there to take care of me. Not this time, this time I had to take care on my own. I didn’t want to be alone either and it sounded nice to be with somebody else in the house other than myself. I decided that I will agree with his request, for the first time, without saying anything.

“Yeah, I think I will stay,” I agreed. He looked surprised by my answer, probably he was expecting my usual answer ‘no’, but he recovered fast and smiled at me.

“Great, so I am pretty sure you are tired.” He walked towards me, standing in front of me and raised a hand, arching an eyebrow asking for permission. He was being very careful. I nodded and he put his hand on my forehead. “You are warmer than usual but way much better than earlier, are you sweating?”

“I was, I started sweating the fever when we went downstairs. I feel pretty disgusting.” I laughed.

“Why don’t you take a shower? I can give you some clean clothes you could sleep with. You would sleep in the bed and I will in the couch if that’s fine with you? Or I can go to any of the guys’ room.” Too much information at once, so many things I had to answer.

“Wait a second.” I put my hands in front of me, signaling that he needs to stop talking. “First of all, I think is too much to ask for, you are already letting me stay here. You should be sleeping in your bed, it is your room, I’ll just sleep in the couch,” I said.

“Oh, shut it Nani. It really is nothing and what kind of a man would I be if I let you sleep in the couch?” He smiled at me. I don’t know how he do it but every time he smiles at me, my heart rate increases. “Shorts or pants?” he asked me, holding a pair of shorts and pajamas pants. I rolled my eyes at him for not taking seriously what I said to him. I point to the left, indicating that I wanted the shorts. He gave me a white t-shirt and the shorts, and I saw something black and my eyes widened when I realized what it was. “They are new, don’t worry.” He chuckled when saw my expression of embarrassment while catching sight of the boxers.

I blushed and headed to the bathroom. I took a cold shower. I wanted that fever to go away and cold water is the best choice. I took the boxers and without thinking much, I put them on. The shorts were really long for my height it reached right below my knee, the shirt was almost the length of the shorts but I felt pretty comfortable. I looked at myself in the mirror and I imagined Niall wearing this clothes. I laughed at myself, never ever, not even in my dreams I imagine that I would be staying at the boys’ house, let alone wearing Niall’s clothes. Complete crazy.

“Better right?” Niall asked playfully when I got out of the bathroom. I rolled my eyes at him, and he laughed. He was lying in the couch with his phone in one hand.  I catch him looking at my body, and for a second I felt uncomfortable but was replace by the strong desire to be lying next to him and cuddle with him, his arms around my waist and his head just above mine kissing my hair “I will take a shower. When I get out, I’d better see you in bed sleeping and not in the couch, okay?” He tried to threaten me but then he laughed.

“You never can be serious,” I chuckle. “But fine, I will be in bed.”

The bed was very big and comfortable. The pillows smelled better than I imagined. Once again I called myself a psycho. I was half sleep when I heard Niall getting out of the bathroom. 

“I like you Nani, so much but I am scared, so scared,” I heard Niall’s voice say but I am not sure if it was my dream or he was actually saying it…

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