#216

#imagine

Niall’s sick, so you came over to his home to take care of him.
You brought some of your self-made soup and when you get in there, you warm it and put it in a bowl, walking to his room to say hi. 
‘Hey babe, how are you feeling?’ you ask.
‘Better now I see you, what’s that lovely smell?’ he says.
‘Soup.’ You smile and you get him over to the couch.
‘I’ll get you some.’ You walk into the kitchen and take a bowl, filling it with soup, grabbing a spoon and giving it to Niall, who starts eating it.
‘Woah, it’s self-made? It’s delicious!’ he smiles and puts the bowl on the table, empty.
He pulls you close, making you snuggle into him.
‘I feel way better because of you, thank you.’ He whispers.
He puts on the TV and strokes your hair sweetly.
You lay down with your back at the couch, Niall on his side next to you.
You stare at each other and you just smile at his gorgeous face, his eyes light up a bit.
‘I love you Niall.’ You smile.
‘I love you too hun.’ He kisses your lips sweetly, which still taste a bit to the soup he just had.