A/N: a fluffy one-shot for arussell! Hope you like it! Luv ya!

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Third Person POV

"Niall! Put that down!"

"But Li!"

"Put. The. Brownie. Down. NOW."

Pouting, Niall sets the brownie down on the counter.

"Now, go on up to bed where you should be." Liam says sternly, while pointing upstairs to the blondes room.

Grumbling to himself, the boy storms to his room, hiding under the covers, trying to hold in a coughing fit. Sadly, he fails and sits up, coughing so hard that his throat feels raw. Soon, Liam and the other three boys barge into his room looking alarmed.

"Ni." Louis sighs feeling bad for his friend.

Waving his hand dismissively, Niall coughs a few more times before laying in his bed exhausted. He didn't want the other boys to come near him, in fear that they'll see how sick he really was. They think its just a normal flu, but it's not. He's been feeling terrible for days now; painful stomach cramps, head-splitting headache aches, high fever, coughing fits and vomiting. Niall didn't want the boys to worry, so he's never said anything, always brushing off the pain as if it was nothing. But he can't hide it now.

The curly lad, Harry, sits next to him and before the older boy can stop him, he feels his forehead. Snatching his head away and looking at Liam "He's got a fever. Bad."

Rushing out of the room, he comes back seconds later with a thermometer to take Niall's temperature. Holding the Irish boys face gently in his hand, he takes his temperature.

"104 degrees." Liam breathes out.

"Ouch." Zayn mutters.

The all gather around Niall's bed, who's eyes are red and watery.

"Niall, what's wrong?" Lou asks worried.

"Headache." He murmurs.

Louis tentatively lifts his hand and runs it through the other boy's hair slowly. Smiling when the younger boy lets out a relieved sigh, leaning into his touch.

Liam chuckles at the adorable sight, and suddenly grins playfully. He winks at Louis and motions for him to move. Louis does as he's told and stands next to Zayn. Soon, Niall's laugh is echoing throughout the room as Liam tickles him. He's squirming under Liam's hands trying to get away, while laughing his head off.

"That's enough Liam." Harry 'scolds' pushing him away from Niall. He pulls Niall to his body, feeling him panting, trying to catch his breath. He coughs a few times, which the boys wince at.

"T-thanks Hazza." He manages to get out. Lifting his head, the older boy plants a sloppy kiss on Harry's cheek and giggles. The other boy scrunches up his nose and wipes his cheek, fighting back an adoring smile.

"Zaynie!" Niall's cries out, looking at Zayn with wide eyes.

"What is it Ni?" Zayn asks softly.

"Hazza doesn't want my kiss." He whines.

Putting on a fake angry expression, Zayn walks over to them and pushes Harry off the bed "Bad Harry bad! Nialler's kisses are precious." Climbing in next to the sick boy he whispers "Don't worry Niall, I love your kisses."

"I know you do." Niall says cheekily. Letting out a small yawn, he nuzzles his face in Zayn's chest. "Sing to me?"

"Of course love." Harry replies not able to take his eyes off the Irish boy.

Louis, Liam and Harry sit down on nearby rocking chairs, humming a familiar tune.

"Your hand fits in mine

Like it's made just for me,

But bear this in mind

It was meant to be,

And I'm joining up the dots

With the freckles on your cheeks,

And it all makes sense to me."

Zayn sings softly but loud enough so the rest can hear it. Liam rests his eyes on the boy cuddling into Zayn's body, a loving smile on his lips.

"I know you've never loved

The crinkles by your eyes,

When you smile you've never loved

Your stomach or your thighs,

The dimples on your back at the bottom of your spine,

But I love them endlessly."

The four boys watch as Niall's eyes flit to each of them dreamily.

"I won't let these little things

Slip out of my mouth,

But if I do

It's you

Oh it's you,

They add up to,

I'm in love with you

And all these little things."

As Niall lets out another small yawn, they can't help but chuckle at his adorableness. He really is perfect.

Soon it's Niall's solo but he's too sleepy to sing, let alone open his mouth. He looks up at Zayn with a small smile, giving him the ok to sing his part.

"You'll never love yourself

Half as much as I love you,

You'll never treat yourself right darlin

But I want you to,

If I let you know

I'm here,

For you,

Maybe you'll love yourself

Like I,

Love you."

Niall's eyes flutter close at the feeling of Zayn's lips on his temple. Light snores leave his mouth letting his friends know that he's asleep. They get up quietly, so as not to disturb the sleeping angel.

"Night love." Harry presses a kiss to his cheek.

"Night baby boy." Louis kisses his nose softly.

Liam presses a kiss to his forehead "Night Nialler."

Zayn slides the sleeping boy off his body and onto his own bed carefully. Leaning down he lets his lips linger on his temple "Night angel."