Nouis "I know you don't want me to say I told you so, but -- I told you so."
“i know you don’t want me to say i told you so, but – i told you so.”
louis pops his head out from the mound of blankets and glares at niall. “i’m sick. you’re supposed to be nice to me.”
“you’re sick because you didn’t listen to me,” niall says with a snort, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“it seemed like a good idea at the time,” mumbles louis.
“in what world is going out to play footie in the freezing rain a good idea? you should’ve just delayed it until better weather.”
“that is for the weak.”
“yeah, well. you’re pretty weak yourself right now, mate,” he says and starts to stand. louis flings out his hand and grabs onto his jumper, pulling weakly.
“stay with me for a bit?”
niall looks at him for a minute and then sighs. “you really don’t feel well?” louis shrugs and burrows farther into the blankets. “alright then, budge up.”
he clambers into the bed and faces louis, takes in his pale skin and bloodshot eyes and sleepy smile.Â
“thanks, nialler,” he says drowsily and he’s asleep before niall can reply.
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