✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

We're here for you... always. ⏯ N.H.

Niall tossed and turned in his bunk, the thin veil of sleep eluding him as he battled against the nightmare that held him tightly in its grip. The bus was dark and quiet, the hum of the engine providing a steady background noise. But in Niall's mind, there was chaos.

In his dream, he was back in the midst of the madness of their early days, the pressure of fame suffocating him. He was alone, surrounded by a sea of faces, yet feeling utterly isolated. The screams of the crowd echoed in his ears, blending with his racing heartbeat. He tried to call out, but his voice was lost in the cacophony.

Suddenly, the scene shifted, and he was falling, plummeting into an endless abyss. Panic clenched his chest as he reached out for something, anything, to hold onto. But there was nothing, only darkness engulfing him.

Niall jolted awake with a gasp, his heart pounding erratically in his chest. Sweat coated his forehead, and he struggled to steady his breathing. Blinking against the darkness, he realized he was back on the tour bus, the soft glow of the nightlights casting shadows across the cramped space.

Feeling disoriented and shaken, Niall sat up, rubbing his eyes as he tried to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. But the images lingered, haunting him even in wakefulness.

A creak from the bunk above caught his attention, and he looked up to see Liam peering down at him, concern etched on his features.

"Hey, Niall, you alright?" Liam asked softly, his voice filled with genuine worry.

Niall forced a weak smile, trying to mask the turmoil churning inside him. "Yeah, just a bad dream, I guess."

But Liam wasn't convinced. With a knowing look, he climbed down from his bunk and settled beside Niall, wrapping an arm around his shoulders in a comforting gesture.

"You know you can talk to us, right?" Liam said gently, his voice a soothing presence in the darkness.

Niall nodded, grateful for Liam's understanding. He knew he wasn't alone, that he had four brothers who would always be there for him, no matter what.

Just then, the curtain to Niall's bunk was drawn back, and Harry peered in, concern evident in his green eyes. "Everything okay in here?"

Niall managed a small nod, feeling a lump form in his throat as he tried to hold back the tears threatening to spill over.

Harry climbed in beside him, joining Liam in offering their support. "We're here for you, Niall. Always."

With their reassuring presence surrounding him, Niall felt the tight knot of fear in his chest begin to loosen. He knew he didn't have to face his demons alone, not when he had his brothers by his side.

As they talked into the night, sharing stories and laughter, Niall felt the weight of his nightmare begin to lift. In the warmth of their friendship, he found solace, knowing that no matter how dark the night may seem, the light of their bond would always guide him home.