Niall opened his eyes, adjusting to the dark room lit slightly by the moonlight coming from the window. His forehead was covered with sweat, and his cuts stung badly. He gently rubbed them, hoping it could take away the pain but it only made it worse. Gently, he peeled back the bandage, and the light from the windows illuminated each of the four cuts. They all looked red and deep, but his first cut, the one he carved when thinking of Louis looked the worst.
“Niall?” Somebody was knocking on his door.
“Just a sec!” Niall replied, hurriedly tying back his bandage before pulling a white shirt over his head and running to unlock the door.
A rushing Louis ran in, jumping onto his bed.
“Hi…Louis.” Niall said. Out of the band, he was probably the least close with Louis, so it surprised him that the Doncaster boy seemed to be in such high spirits seeing him.
“Oh my god, the funniest thing happened! You know Eleanor, the girl hired to be my beard? Well Simon sent us to this fancy restaurant and…”
Niall tried hard to concentrate on what Louis was saying, but his eyelids felt heavy and everything seemed to be spinning.
“...one thousand pounds! Could you believe it? …Niall? Are you listening?”
Louis climbed off the bed, walking to the Irish boy and poked his cheek.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
It took a while for Niall to take in what was being asked.
“Uh…yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’m just a bit tired, that’s all.” He said with a small smile.
Louis knew the smile was fake. Whenever Niall smiled, his eyes would light up, a few crinkles would appear near them, and his face would definitely turn a few shades redder. None of those things happened on this particular smile.
Louis decided to blame it on the fact that tired people didn’t like to smile, although something at the back of his head was nagging him to push on.
“Oh. So…do you want me to leave then?” he asked.
Niall shook his head. He wasn’t in the mood to be laughing hysterically at each of Louis’ bad jokes, but there was something about that boy’s company that he really, really enjoyed.
“Oh, okay then…so, you want me to stay?”
It was a stupid question to ask, Louis thought. For a moment, he was lost in Niall’s eyes. They were so deep, yet clear, but today his eyes looked clouded.
Something in the back of Louis’ head nagged at him again, and he frantically shook it. Tiredness is often reflected in the eyes, there was nothing to worry about!
Suddenly he felt a weight on his shoulders. He looked down to see Niall’s head resting on it, breathing slowly. “Sorry Louis. I’m just really...really...tired.”
Louis began to hear soft snores, and smiled.
...
The morning sun shone on Niall as he opened his eyes and cringed at the sudden brightness, He lifted his arms to rub the sleep out of his eyes, but realized they were tangled underneath another body with…brown hair? Liam had recently shaved his head, so it couldn’t have been him. Zayn…? No, Zayn’s hair was jet black. And Harry had curls. Which meant…
Niall jumped out of the bed, not realizing he’d stirred the body with the brown hair.
“Ugh…Harry?” it muttered, still not fully awake.
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Into the Nothing「Nouis/Ziall」
Fanfiction“Into the nothing, faded and weary, I won’t leave and let you fall behind…” There was always something…different about Niall and Louis’ relationship. But when complications arise as Simon tries to hide Larry, it is only Niall who can save him. On th...
