✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

I'll be fine. ⏯ L.P.

The sun painted the horizon in hues of gold and orange as One Direction embarked on an impromptu group bike ride through the winding trails of a picturesque countryside. Laughter filled the air as the boys pedaled side by side, relishing in the simple joy of camaraderie and freedom.

Liam led the pack, his infectious grin reflecting the radiance of the setting sun. With each pedal stroke, he felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of exhilaration that only came from being in motion.

As they navigated through a particularly narrow path flanked by tall trees, Liam's front wheel hit a hidden bump, jolting him forward. He braced himself instinctively, but the impact sent a sharp pain shooting up his arm. With a grimace, he slowed to a halt, clutching his wrist.

"Hey, mate, you alright?" Harry called out, skidding to a stop beside him.

Liam forced a smile, but the pain radiating from his wrist was undeniable. "Think I might've twisted it," he muttered through gritted teeth.

Concern etched across their faces, the rest of the band circled back, their playful banter giving way to genuine worry.

"Let me see," Louis said, crouching down beside Liam.

Carefully, Liam loosened his grip, revealing a swollen wrist. Niall winced at the sight, while Zayn furrowed his brow in concern.

"We should get you to a doctor," Zayn suggested, his voice laced with urgency.

Liam shook his head, a stubborn streak shining through despite the pain. "Nah, it's probably just a sprain. I'll be fine."

But as they tried to help him back onto his bike, Liam winced, his injured wrist protesting against the movement.

"Alright, that settles it," Harry declared, his tone firm yet reassuring. "We're not taking any chances. Let's get you to a doctor, Liam."

Reluctantly, Liam nodded, silently grateful for his friends' unwavering support. Together, they walked their bikes back to the nearest road, where they hailed a passing car to take them to the nearest medical facility.

Hours later, Liam emerged from the doctor's office with his wrist wrapped in a bandage, a mild sprain confirmed by the physician. Despite the setback, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the bond he shared with his bandmates, whose concern and care had carried him through the ordeal.

As they piled back into the car, Liam leaned back in his seat, a sense of gratitude washing over him. Though his wrist may be temporarily sidelined, the rhythm of their friendship remained unbroken, a constant source of strength and support amidst life's twists and turns.