I pulled in to the closest parking spot to my apartment, not wanting to walk too far in the storm that had just begun on my way home from work. Even though it was one of the only open spots left, it was still a bit of a distance. I had no umbrella with me, and I knew I'd have to make a run for it. I zipped my jacket up to the very top, clutched my bag, and prepared for the downpour.

I opened the door and jumped out, slamming it behind me before madly dashing across the parking lot and to the sidewalk. I was a little over halfway there, not too wet, until I came up to the change of pavement. I tripped, smacking down on the wet ground, landing painfully.

Determined to stay as dry as possible, I got back up and began to run again, but stopped when an incredible pain shot up my leg from my ankle. The more I stood on it, the more it hurt. I sighed, knowing this couldn't be good, and limped quickly as possible to the overhang and finally to my door. I reached for the knob, knowing it would be unlocked because my boyfriend said he was stopping by to make dinner for us. I turned it and stepped in, the scent of something delicious almost taking my mind off the pain.

"Hey babe- oh, you're soaked!" Niall looked concerned, jumping up from the couch to help me in.

"Yeah, I know. Can only run so fast," I shrugged, shivering a bit.

"You go get changed, and I'll get you a towel."

I nodded, leaving for my bedroom when I bit my lip in discomfort, my ankle protesting against my movement. Accidentally letting out a tiny yelp, Niall turned around and gave me a strange look.

"Was that you?"

"Yeah, sorry. I just fell on my way here and hurt my ankle."

He went into full-on worry mode, coming over to me and demanding I put my arms around his neck so he could carry me.

"It's fine, Niall. I can hop."

"That's ridiculous. Just let me help," he insisted. I knew there was no stopping him, so I reluctantly wrapped my arms around him and let him sweep me up. He was gentle, and sat me down on my bed. He even got out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt for me, saying he'd be right back with a towel. I quickly changed, being careful not to put pressure on my bad ankle, and had finished by the time he came back.

"Ready!" I called, lifting up my arms and legs for him to latch on to. He brought me back to my living room, laying me down on the couch and giving me the towel he promised. I squeezed my hair out, watching him walk into the kitchen.

I had begun to relax, sinking down into the cushiony couch and watching whatever sitcom he had turned on from earlier. My eyes were even getting droopy, but they popped back open at the sound of Niall's voice.

"Bon appetit!" he smiled, handing me a plate of mouth-watering stir fry.

"Thank you so much," I smiled back, leaning up to give him a quick peck.

"Anything for my girl!"

I grinned at his thoughtfulness and took a bite of the stir fry. It tasted amazing, not that it surprised me. Niall was always a great cook.

A few more bites in, I jumped a little at the sudden sound of my hairdryer, and felt my hair hit me in the face.

"Oops, sorry. I'll put it on low." he chuckled, turning it down a notch and combing his fingers through my hair. It was very soothing, and if I wasn't in the middle of eating, I probably would've fallen asleep.

He finished a few minutes later and then continued on to get his own plate of food. He came back happy as ever, sitting next to my feet. I felt uncomfortable giving him such little room, so I sat up and scooted over next to him.

"What are you doing? You should keep your foot elevated," he informed. I lifted it and rested it on the coffee table, but he shook his head.

"Hold on." he got up, walking back into the kitchen. I heard him open my freezer and grab handfuls of ice and he came back with a filled plastic bag of it, grabbing a pillow on his way. He picked up my foot, sliding the pillow under it and gently placing the ice bag on top. When he was finished, he sat back next to me and grabbed his plate of food again.

"You'd make a good nurse," I stated.

"I don't think I could work a white skirt the same way an actual girl could."

"You know what I mean!"

He laughed and finished up his dinner before wrapping his arm around my waist, giving me a little squeeze.

"How about we go to the emergency room and get it checked out? You probably twisted it."

"Can we wait for it to stop raining outside?" I asked, hearing the windows being pelted with tiny water bullets. We both turned to look outside, noticing that the sky was only getting darker.

"Of course."

I grinned, leaning my head on his shoulder and wrapping my arms around him. I was so lucky to have my own personal caregiver. He was cute, too. I felt him press a kiss to my head before leaning his own on mine, hugging me close.

"So can I call you Nurse Niall now?" I giggled.

"I like the sound of Dr. Horan better. You should remember that for next time," he whispered the last part, making me laugh louder.

I couldn't keep my eyes open much longer after that, and slowly drifted off in the arms of the Doctor.