✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

Don't listen to her, Haz. ⏯ H.S.

Rain pelted against the windows of the studio where One Direction was scheduled for one of their first interviews back after the hiatus. Harry could hear the drumming of the rain as he sat with his bandmates, anticipation mingling with nervousness. They were promoting their new album, but Harry couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.

As the interview began, Harry noticed the interviewer's demeanour immediately. She had a sharp tongue and a critical gaze that seemed to linger on him longer than necessary. With each question, her tone grew more abrasive, her words cutting deeper.

"Why do you think people still care about your music, Harry? Your solo work hasn't exactly been groundbreaking," she remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Harry felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he struggled to find a response. He glanced at his bandmates for support, but they seemed just as taken aback by the interviewer's hostility.

Before Harry could muster a reply, she fired off another question, this time targeting his personal life. "And what about your relationships? Do you think your fans are tired of your constant drama?"

Harry felt a lump form in his throat as the memories of past relationships flooded his mind. He clenched his fists, fighting back the urge to walk out of the interview. But he knew he couldn't abandon his bandmates or their fans.

As the interview dragged on, Harry struggled to maintain his composure. The other boys noticed his discomfort and exchanged worried glances. They knew how sensitive Harry could be, especially when it came to criticism.

Finally, Liam cleared his throat, interrupting the interviewer mid-question. "I think we're going to take a short break," he announced, his tone firm but polite.

As they stepped out of the studio, Niall placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "You okay, mate?" he asked, concern etched into his features.

Harry nodded, but his facade crumbled as soon as they were out of sight. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he buried his face in his hands, feeling utterly defeated.

Louis wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. "Don't listen to her, Haz. You're amazing, and we love you," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

Zayn nodded in agreement, offering Harry a reassuring smile. "Yeah, you're the heart and soul of this band, mate. We wouldn't be here without you," he added, his words laced with gratitude.

Feeling the warmth of his bandmates' embrace, Harry's spirits began to lift. He wiped away his tears, mustering a shaky smile. "Thanks, guys. I needed that," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

After a few minutes of comforting words and shared laughter, the boys returned to the studio, their bond stronger than ever. Despite the interviewer's continued attempts to rattle him, Harry remained resilient, buoyed by the unwavering support of his bandmates.

As the interview drew to a close, Harry found himself feeling more confident than he had in weeks. He met the interviewer's gaze head-on, refusing to let her harsh words affect him any longer.

In the days that followed, the interview garnered attention for all the wrong reasons, but One Direction's fans rallied behind them, showering Harry with messages of love and encouragement.

Through it all, Harry knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he had four incredible friends by his side, ready to lift him up whenever he stumbled. And with their unwavering support, he knew he could weather any storm that came his way.