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Hi, it’s my birthday today and I’m posting a snippet of ED nouis to celebrate!
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He's woken up by the door slamming again.
"Niall?" Louis calls, sounding worried. "Niall, are you here?"
Niall doesn't make a sound, hoping that Louis will just leave, but luck isn't on his side. Louis opens the door to the bathroom and sees Niall curled up near the toilet. Louis crouches down, brushing a hand through Niall's hair. "Oh, lad." he sighs. "Liam said you didn't come in today and you worried us. Had a little too much to drink?"
Niall starts to nod, thankful for the excuse, before he feels liquid rapidly rushing its way up his throat. He heaves himself up to the toilet in time, choking a bit. Through his hazy vision, he sees red.
"It's okay, let it---what the fuck? Is that blood?"
Niall's head sags to the side and Louis grabs hold of his face. "Niall, look at me."
Niall tries, but he's forced to push Louis out of the way as another rush of bile and blood make their way into the toilet. Niall's crying now, his throat aching with the acid.
"Fucking shit. We have to get you to a hospital."
"No, no, no," Niall babbles, grabbing weakly at Louis. He looks Louis in the eye, Louis's eye's wide in fear. "No hospitals."
"Niall, you're throwing up blood. This isn't good."
"No," Niall says firmly again. "M'okay. Swear. Just scratched my throat."
"You scratched---what do you mean you scratched your throat?"
"Can explain later. Just no hospitals."
"Niall, I don't know what to do." Louis says his hands pulling at his hair.
"Please," Niall pleads. He can tell his eyes are only half-open, but he tries to be convincing. "I'll explain, I swear. Everything."
"Fuck," Louis curses. "Okay, no hospitals. I swear to god though, if you pass out on me, I'm taking you in."
"Okay," Niall says, swallowing against a convulsion. He can't throw up again. "Just g'me a minute."
"I'm not leaving you alone in here,” Louis says, edging on frantic.
"Okay, but just. Let me breathe for a second."
Louis stands and leans against the counter, giving Niall space. Once he gets his breath back, Niall says, “Can we move? My knees..."
"Yeah, of course."
Niall goes to get up on his own but stumbles, his legs asleep from sitting on them for so long and his head lightheaded from throwing up. Louis wraps his arm around Niall's waist and helps him to his room.
"Here, let's get this shirt off you, huh?" Louis says, looking down at where Niall's got blood on his collar.
"Okay," Niall says, pliant even though his brain is screaming at him.
Louis barely gets Niall's shirt up his armpits before Louis's gasping, "Fuck, Niall."
Niall knows Louis's taking in his ribs and how empty they are. He's been eating more sure, but he's still a long way from looking healthy. He looks at Niall, face pale. "You're explaining this, too."
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He's woken up by the door slamming again.
"Niall?" Louis calls, sounding worried. "Niall, are you here?"
Niall doesn't make a sound, hoping that Louis will just leave, but luck isn't on his side. Louis opens the door to the bathroom and sees Niall curled up near the toilet. Louis crouches down, brushing a hand through Niall's hair. "Oh, lad." he sighs. "Liam said you didn't come in today and you worried us. Had a little too much to drink?"
Niall starts to nod, thankful for the excuse, before he feels liquid rapidly rushing its way up his throat. He heaves himself up to the toilet in time, choking a bit. Through his hazy vision, he sees red.
"It's okay, let it---what the fuck? Is that blood?"
Niall's head sags to the side and Louis grabs hold of his face. "Niall, look at me."
Niall tries, but he's forced to push Louis out of the way as another rush of bile and blood make their way into the toilet. Niall's crying now, his throat aching with the acid.
"Fucking shit. We have to get you to a hospital."
"No, no, no," Niall babbles, grabbing weakly at Louis. He looks Louis in the eye, Louis's eye's wide in fear. "No hospitals."
"Niall, you're throwing up blood. This isn't good."
"No," Niall says firmly again. "M'okay. Swear. Just scratched my throat."
"You scratched---what do you mean you scratched your throat?"
"Can explain later. Just no hospitals."
"Niall, I don't know what to do." Louis says his hands pulling at his hair.
"Please," Niall pleads. He can tell his eyes are only half-open, but he tries to be convincing. "I'll explain, I swear. Everything."
"Fuck," Louis curses. "Okay, no hospitals. I swear to god though, if you pass out on me, I'm taking you in."
"Okay," Niall says, swallowing against a convulsion. He can't throw up again. "Just g'me a minute."
"I'm not leaving you alone in here,” Louis says, edging on frantic.
"Okay, but just. Let me breathe for a second."
Louis stands and leans against the counter, giving Niall space. Once he gets his breath back, Niall says, “Can we move? My knees..."
"Yeah, of course."
Niall goes to get up on his own but stumbles, his legs asleep from sitting on them for so long and his head lightheaded from throwing up. Louis wraps his arm around Niall's waist and helps him to his room.
"Here, let's get this shirt off you, huh?" Louis says, looking down at where Niall's got blood on his collar.
"Okay," Niall says, pliant even though his brain is screaming at him.
Louis barely gets Niall's shirt up his armpits before Louis's gasping, "Fuck, Niall."
Niall knows Louis's taking in his ribs and how empty they are. He's been eating more sure, but he's still a long way from looking healthy. He looks at Niall, face pale. "You're explaining this, too."
