✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

You Alright, mate? ⏯ L.P.

It was the final stretch of their world tour, and the boys of One Direction were exhausted but exhilarated. They had just finished their last show in Tokyo and were now flying back to London for a well-deserved break. The plane was quiet, filled with the soft hum of engines and the occasional murmur of conversation.

Liam shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling a familiar queasiness settle in the pit of his stomach. He tried to ignore it, chalking it up to exhaustion and the turbulent flight. But as the minutes ticked by, the feeling only intensified, twisting and churning until he was forced to grip the armrests tightly to keep himself from bolting to the nearest bathroom.

Harry, seated beside him, noticed Liam's pale complexion and furrowed brow. "You alright, mate?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

Liam managed a weak nod, but before he could reply, a sudden wave of nausea washed over him. He swallowed hard, willing the feeling to pass, but it only grew stronger until he couldn't hold it back any longer. With a panicked look, he lunged out of his seat and bolted for the lavatory at the back of the plane.

The other boys watched him go, exchanging worried glances. Louis bit his lip, his own stomach churning in sympathy. "Should we... should we go check on him?" he asked, already pushing himself up from his seat.

Niall nodded, his expression grim. "Yeah, he didn't look too good. Poor lad."

Together, they made their way to the back of the plane, where Liam was hunched over the sink, retching miserably. He looked up as they approached, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry, guys," he muttered hoarsely. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

Zayn laid a comforting hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles. "It's okay, Li. Could be just a bit of turbulence messing with your stomach. Happens to the best of us." Louis handed him a bottle of water, his gaze softening. "Here, try sipping on this. Might help settle your stomach."

Nial frowned, concern etched on his features. "Do you think it's something you ate?" Liam shook his head, swallowing back another wave of nausea. "I don't know. Maybe I'm just overtired or something."

The other boys exchanged a worried glance, silently agreeing that something didn't seem quite right. But for now, all they could do was offer their support and hope that Liam's stomach settled before they landed in London.

As the plane descended towards London, Liam's stomach continued to rebel against him. Despite the best efforts of his bandmates to soothe him, he couldn't shake the persistent nausea that seemed to grip him with increasing intensity.

By the time they landed, Liam was pale and shaky, his steps unsteady as he followed the rest of the band through the airport. Concern etched deep lines on their faces as they watched him struggle, each of them silently praying that whatever was ailing him would pass quickly.

Once they were through customs and out of the airport, Harry gently looped an arm around Liam's shoulders, offering him some much-needed support. "We should get you home, mate," he said quietly, glancing over at the others for confirmation.

Zayn nodded, his brow furrowed with worry. "Yeah, and maybe we should call a doctor or something. This doesn't seem like it's getting any better."

Niall agreed, his own stomach churning with anxiety. "I'll make the call," he said, pulling out his phone and dialling the number for their tour doctor.

Within minutes, they had arranged for a doctor to meet them at Liam's flat. Liam leaned heavily against Harry as they made their way through the bustling streets of London, each step feeling like an uphill battle.

When they finally arrived at Liam's flat, the doctor was already waiting for them, a concerned expression on his face as he took in Liam's pale complexion and laboured breathing. After a quick examination, he delivered the news they had all been dreading.

"It looks like Liam has picked up a stomach bug," the doctor explained, his tone grave. "He's severely dehydrated and will need to be admitted to the hospital for treatment."

Liam's heart sank at the news, his mind reeling with the implications of what the doctor had just said. The boys exchanged worried glances, their worst fears confirmed.

As Liam was whisked away to the hospital, the rest of the band followed close behind, their hearts heavy with worry for their friend. 

The hospital corridors felt endless as One Direction trailed behind the medical staff, their anxiety mounting with each step. Liam was admitted to a room, where he was hooked up to an IV drip to replenish his fluids and given medication to ease his symptoms.

As they settled into the uncomfortable chairs in Liam's room, the boys exchanged weary looks. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on them, their usual banter silenced by the worry gnawing at their hearts.

Hours passed in tense silence, broken only by the occasional beep of medical equipment and the soft shuffle of nurses going about their duties. Liam slept fitfully, his face drawn and pale against the stark white hospital sheets.

It was well into the night when Liam finally stirred, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal tired, bloodshot eyes. Harry was by his side in an instant, concern etched deep lines in his forehead."How are you feeling, mate?" Harry asked softly, his voice laced with worry.

Liam managed a weak smile, though it did little to hide the pain etched on his face. "Like I've been run over by a truck," he admitted hoarsely.

Louis reached over to squeeze Liam's hand, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears. "We're here for you, mate," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Niall nodded, his throat tight with worry. "We're not going anywhere, Li. We'll get through this together."

Liam's eyes filled with gratitude as he looked at his bandmates, feeling a surge of warmth in his chest despite the overwhelming sickness that still gripped him. In that moment, he knew that no matter what lay ahead, he would never have to face it alone.

As the night wore on, the boys settled into an uneasy sleep, their dreams haunted by the spectre of sickness and uncertainty. But through it all, they clung to each other, drawing strength from the unbreakable bond that had carried them through so much already.

Days turned into weeks as Liam remained in the hospital, his condition stubbornly refusing to improve. The other members of One Direction split their time between visiting him in the hospital and trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy in their own lives.

Despite their best efforts to stay positive, the constant fear and uncertainty weighed heavily on them. Each day brought new challenges and setbacks, testing their resolve in ways they never could have imagined.

But through it all, they remained steadfast in their support for Liam, never wavering in their determination to see him through this ordeal. They spent countless hours by his bedside, offering words of encouragement and comfort, and doing whatever they could to lift his spirits.

As the days stretched into weeks, Liam's condition slowly began to improve. His color returned, and the haunted look in his eyes faded as he regained his strength. It was a long and arduous road, filled with ups and downs, but finally, they began to see a glimmer of hope on the horizon.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast long shadows across the hospital room, Liam looked up at his bandmates with a tentative smile. "I think I'm finally starting to feel like myself again," he said, his voice still weak but filled with newfound determination.

The other boys exchanged relieved smiles, their hearts lighter than they had been in weeks. "We're so glad to hear that, mate," Harry said, his voice thick with emotion.

Louis nodded, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "We've missed you, Li. It's not the same without you."

Niall grinned, his usual cheeky grin lighting up his face. "Yeah, we've been getting into all sorts of trouble without you around to keep us in line."

Liam laughed weakly, the sound like music to their ears. "Well, I'll be sure to make up for lost time once I'm out of here," he promised, determination shining in his eyes.As they sat together in the quiet of the hospital room, bathed in the soft glow of the evening light, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together. For they were more than just a band—they were family. And together, there was nothing they couldn't overcome.