1D fanFic Ch. 19 Sick

I felt awful the whole plane ride over to Ireland.
"Mir, are you alright?" Niall asked, looking at me.
"Yeah… No. Take Cherish." I said, handing her to Niall. I stood up ad dashed to the bathroom, and puked my guts out.
When I sat back down in my seat the flight attendant brought me some medicine. "Thank you." I smiled at her, and she nodded, barley looking at me.
"I've never eaten at an airport in my life, and this is why not." I said, cuddling up against Niall, who put his arm around me.
"Are you feeling alright now?" Niall asked, looking at me with concerned eyes.
"I'm fine, Niall." I said, and it was true. I felt much better now, but still abit queasy. "But thank you for being concerned."
He smiled at me and tightened his arm around my shoulder so I could lean my head against his chest.
When we landed I was feeling awful again. But it wasn't throw-upy. I was very hungry. Like, hungrier than Niall, hungry.
But I didn't complain so we could get to our hotel quicker.
When we stepped off the plane Niall's father and brother were waiting for us at baggage claim.
"Miracle, how are you?" His father said, hugging me.
"I'm doing well." I smiled.
Niall looked at me but didn't say anything.
Greg pulled me into a bear hug while Niall, who was still holding Cherish, hugged his father.
"You ready to meet the rest of the Horan's?" Greg asked, grinning at Niall and I.
"Yeah." I smiled, and Greg nodded.
"Excellent." He rubbed his hands together.
Luckily, we stopped for food before we went to the hotel.
I was holding Cherish as Niall checked it, Gregg was still with us to make sure we didn't have any trouble getting up to our room. There were also hotel security guards. "Mir, are you feeling alright?" he said, looking at me.
"I'm fine." I smiled, but he didn't look convinced.
"You really need some rest, you look sick." He said, putting a hand on my forehead, then he frowned. "But you don't even feel warm."
"I got the room key. Room 313, second floor." Niall said, handing me the room key.
"I'll take Cherish up." I said, smiling at him.
"I'll be right up, love." He said, kissing my forehead. "I'm just going to talk to Greg for a moment."
"Alright." I nodded, and turned to walk away, but Niall pulled me into a kiss. I could hear Greg shift awkwardly next to us. I pulled back and smiled, blushing, Niall didn't even blush, he just smiled at me.
"She's sick, mate." I heard Greg say.
"What?"
"She looks really sick." Greg said, I had a feeling he gestured towards me. "She's paler than death, her hair isn't even remotely frizzy the way it was last time she was down, her eyes seem duller."
"I'll talk to her." I heard Niall say, but then I stepped into the elevator, and didn't hear the rest of their conversation.
I sang a lullaby quietly to Cherish as I waited for Niall to come up, he had to fix the crib we had brought with us.
She started to yawn, so I laid down in bed and let her cuddle up against my chest, stroking her hair, still singing in French.
Niall came in and smiled at me. "How are you, love?" He said, as he started to piece together the crib.
"I'm fine." I smiled, sitting up as Cherish nodded off.
"You weren't fine on the plane." He said, fitting the last piece in. That's why he's Niall. "And Greg is worried about you."
"Really, I'm fine." I insisted, Placing Cherish into the crib after Niall set the tiny mattress in, hen I covered her in a blanket.
"Are you sure?" He said, wrapping his arms around my waist, but I wasn't sure. I felt awful.
"No." I said, dashing off to throw up again.
"Miracle, what's going on?" he demanded, helping me after I was done puking my guts out.
"I don't know." I admitted, getting my gum out of my suitcase. "I have absolutely no idea. What's going on to make me this sick."
Niall looked at me and sighed. "If your not feeling up to seeing my family tomorrow, you have to tell me. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
"Niall, I want to see your family." I said, I though we had discussed this?
"No, I mean, if your feeling sick tomorrow, you have to tell me." He said, lying down next to me on the bed and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Alright, I promise." I sighed, disappointed. It took me about two minutes to fall asleep, and the whole time Niall was singing softly to me.
When I woke up I was still feeling awful, in fact, I had run and throw up and that's what woke me up.
"You're staying here today." Niall said decidedly, and I didn't argue it.
He helped me get back to bed. "Get better, love." He said, giving me a light kiss.
"I'll try." I whispered.
"Do mind if I take Cherish with me? All my family wants to meet her." Niall said, picking her up.
"Yeah, but take the diaper bag with you." I said, curling up into a ball.
"I love you.," He said before he left.
"I love you too." I called after him.
I fell asleep again for another hour, and when I woke up I was feeling pretty good.
I opened the laptop to play some music. Taylor Swift. I do love my Swifty.
I picked Niall's guitar, hoping to find some right notes, but, as I didn't succeed, I just stuck to strumming like crazy whenever she did a guitar solo.
Any song I listened to I just strummed like crazy during the guitar  solos.
I was getting very into it when an arm wrapped around my waist and another around my hand on the guitar.
"Want some help?" He whispered into my ear, kissing my neck.
I smiled and turned my head to see him. "I'm glad your feeling better." He said quietly, leaning in to kiss me.
"Yeah, it's great." I said, letting him kiss me. "Can I meet your family now? And where's Cherish?"
"I said I was coming home to check on you, so my aunt is watching her." He said, smiling at me. "And yeah, if you want to, you can come back to see my family with me."
"I have to get dressed." I said, handing Niall his guitar and opening my suitcase. "Does this show to much?" I said, taking off my tank top and pulling on a shirt that almost reached my neck.
"It doesn't show enough." Niall said, strumming a little tune.
"Well, then you find me something." I said, laughing.
Niall set aside his guitar and stood up. "You don't need this, first of all." He said, pulling my shirt over my head, kissing my neck, pushing me against the wall.
"Niall, we have to-" He cut me off by kissing me. "Niall, I need to find clothes so that I can meet your family, remember."
"Right." Niall said, acting like he had forgotten. "The shirt you had on was fine."
I pulled it on and changed my shorts, grabbing my silver flip-flops.
"Ready?" he smiled, looking at me. And holding his had out to me.
"Ready." I nodded, taking his hand.