short chapter. I'm sorry about that. also, trigger warning: talk about mental health issues.
Liam-
"Haz, you know I wouldn't normally ask this, but I need to know what's going on," I whisper, pulling him to the edge of the bed so I could wipe his face. He was drenched in sweat. "Every night, for weeks now, you've woken up screaming."
"I'm sorry I woke you up," he looks at me and shakes his head, and I wipe away some of his tears. He was exhausted and upset, but tonight, he hadn't managed to wake an exhausted Niall even with his screaming.
"I need to know, Haz." he shakes his head at me, sniffling and reaching for the water. He'd tried to hide that he was still upset, and I was letting him think that he was tricking me. "Is Niall the only one that knows, love?"
Niall stirred and reached for Harry, but after a brief moment, he was passed out again. He leaned against me as he shook, and I rubbed his back gently. We were silent for a while, waiting for him to truly calm down and talk to me properly.
"Remember the medication you asked about a couple of years ago, and I wasn't ready to say anything about it?" he whispered, and I nodded. "It's for sleep issues and my schizophrenia. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
"Thank you for telling me just now. I'm glad that Niall is here to help, but I needed to know this. You understand why, right?" he nods and sighs, leaning closer to me.
