✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

It's gonna be okay. ⏯ L.T.

The hotel room was dimly lit as the sun set outside, casting long shadows across the space. Louis lay curled up in bed, blankets pulled tightly around him, shivering despite the warmth of the room. He had been feeling unwell since the morning, but now, as evening descended, his condition had worsened.

Harry paced the room, his worry evident in every step. "We need to get him some help," he said, glancing at his bandmates gathered around Louis's bed.

Niall nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he's burning up. We can't just sit here and hope he gets better on his own."

Zayn reached for his phone. "I'll call the hotel doctor. Maybe they can give us something to bring down his fever."

As Zayn made the call, Liam sat on the edge of Louis's bed, gently brushing a damp cloth across his friend's forehead. Louis moaned softly, his face twisted in discomfort.

"It's gonna be okay, mate," Liam murmured, his voice soothing.

The doctor arrived shortly after, a concerned expression on her face as she examined Louis. After a thorough check-up, she prescribed medication to reduce his fever and advised plenty of rest.

As the night wore on, Louis drifted in and out of consciousness, caught in the grip of fever dreams. In his delirium, he murmured words that made little sense to his bandmates, who watched over him with concern etched on their faces.

Harry stayed by Louis's side throughout the night, holding his hand and offering words of comfort whenever he stirred. As dawn broke, Louis's fever finally broke, leaving him weak and exhausted but no longer burning with fever.

With the worst behind them, the bandmates breathed a collective sigh of relief. Louis would need time to recover, but they were determined to support him every step of the way. And as they gathered around his bed, offering him words of encouragement and promises of better days ahead, Louis knew he was lucky to have such caring friends by his side.