✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

I don't feel well. ⏯ L.P. Ziam

The sun cast a warm glow over the bustling streets of London as Liam and Zayn strolled hand in hand, the world seemingly at their feet. Their love story had been a whirlwind of emotions, hidden glances, and stolen kisses, culminating in the blissful realization that they were meant to be together. As they walked, their laughter danced in the air, blending with the harmonious symphony of the city.

"Zayn, let's grab some lunch," Liam suggested, his stomach rumbling at the thought of food. Zayn nodded eagerly, his smile lighting up his face. They ventured into a quaint café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and savory dishes enveloping them in warmth.

Settling into a cozy booth, Liam and Zayn perused the menu, their fingers occasionally brushing against each other as they debated their choices. Eventually, they settled on a selection of sandwiches and a shared plate of fries, their conversation flowing effortlessly as they awaited their meal.

However, as the food arrived, Liam's excitement waned, replaced by a sudden queasiness that twisted his stomach into knots. Ignoring the discomfort, he forced a smile, attempting to hide his unease from Zayn. But Zayn, ever perceptive, noticed the subtle change in Liam's demeanor.

"Are you alright, love?" Zayn asked, his concern evident in his voice.

Liam nodded weakly, his hand trembling slightly as he reached for a fry. But before he could take a bite, a wave of nausea washed over him, leaving him pale and clammy.

"I—I think I need to go to the restroom," Liam mumbled, pushing away his plate and rising unsteadily from the table. Zayn's brow furrowed with worry, but he nodded understandingly, watching Liam retreat with a mixture of concern and helplessness.

Alone in the restroom, Liam leaned heavily against the sink, his breaths shallow and ragged as he struggled to keep his queasiness at bay. He splashed cold water on his face, hoping to quell the rising tide of nausea, but it only seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

Fighting back a wave of panic, Liam steadied himself and returned to the table, where Zayn was waiting anxiously. His facade of strength shattered the moment he met Zayn's gaze, his stomach churning violently as he collapsed into the seat opposite him.

"Zayn, I—I don't feel well," Liam admitted, his voice trembling with fear and discomfort.

Zayn's heart clenched at the sight of Liam's distress, his own worry escalating with each passing second. Without hesitation, he reached across the table, grasping Liam's hand in his own, offering a silent reassurance that transcended words.

"We need to get you home," Zayn said firmly, his voice laced with concern as he helped Liam to his feet. Together, they made their way out of the café, the world around them blurring into insignificance as they focused solely on getting Liam home.

As they stumbled through the door of their apartment, Zayn guided Liam to the couch, his worry deepening with each passing moment. Liam slumped against the cushions, his complexion ashen as he fought against the relentless onslaught of nausea.

"Let me get you some water," Zayn said softly, his heart aching at the sight of Liam's distress. Hurrying to the kitchen, he filled a glass with cool water, his hands trembling with anxiety as he returned to Liam's side.

Liam accepted the glass gratefully, taking small sips in an attempt to soothe his parched throat. But the water offered little respite, and soon he found himself doubled over in agony, his body wracked with waves of nausea.

Zayn knelt beside him, his touch gentle as he rubbed soothing circles on Liam's back, offering silent comfort in the midst of his suffering. Hours passed in a blur of agony and despair, each moment stretching into an eternity as they weathered the storm together.

Finally, as dawn broke on the horizon, Liam's symptoms began to subside, leaving him weak and exhausted but no longer in the grip of relentless torment. He slumped against Zayn, his breaths ragged and shallow as he sought solace in the warmth of his embrace.

"I'm so sorry, Zayn," Liam whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I ruined our day."

Zayn shook his head, his heart swelling with love and compassion for the man he held in his arms. "You have nothing to apologize for, love. All that matters is that you're okay."

Liam buried his face in Zayn's chest, his tears mingling with the fabric of his shirt as he clung to him desperately, grateful for the unwavering support and love that sustained him through the darkest of nights.

As they lay entwined in each other's arms, the world outside faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of them, united in their shared love and unwavering devotion. And as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the window, illuminating their tangled limbs in a golden embrace, they knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, they would face them together, bound by a love that could weather any storm.