✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

Easy there, lad. ⏯ N.H.

Niall groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. His head throbbed with an intense ache, and his surroundings felt disorienting. Blinking a few times, he tried to focus his vision, only to find himself lying on a couch in a dimly lit room.

"Hey, Niall? You awake, mate?"

The voice sounded distant at first, but gradually it grew clearer. Niall turned his head to find Liam hovering over him, concern etched across his features.

"Liam?" Niall croaked, his voice raspy. "What... what happened?"

"You took quite a spill during rehearsal," Liam explained, his tone heavy with worry. "You hit your head pretty hard. We're at the doctor's office now."

Niall's memory began to piece together fragments of what happened. They had been rehearsing a particularly energetic routine for their upcoming tour, and he vaguely recalled stumbling and then... darkness.

"I... I don't remember much," Niall admitted, trying to sit up but quickly regretting it as a wave of dizziness washed over him.

"Easy there, lad." Liam cautioned, gently pushing him back down. "The doctor said you've got a concussion. You need to rest."

Niall nodded weakly, allowing himself to sink back into the cushions. He felt frustrated at his own vulnerability, especially knowing that the tour was just around the corner. The last thing he wanted was to let down the fans or his bandmates.

"Sorry, boys," Niall mumbled, his voice laced with regret.

"Don't be sorry, mate," Liam reassured him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Your health comes first. We'll figure this out together."

As Niall closed his eyes, drifting back into a fitful sleep, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the unwavering support of his friends. Despite the setback, he knew they would stand by him every step of the way.

Days had passed since Niall's concussion, and while he was gradually feeling better, he still wasn't quite himself. His bandmates, especially Liam, had been keeping a close eye on him, making sure he didn't overexert himself and reminding him to take it easy.

Niall sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his temples as he tried to shake off the persistent headache. The doctor had instructed him to avoid any strenuous activity, including rehearsals, for at least another week. It was frustrating to be sidelined while the rest of the band continued to prepare for the tour.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and Louis poked his head into the room. "Hey, Nialler. Mind if I come in?"

Niall managed a weak smile. "Course not, Lou. What's up?"

Louis entered the room, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I come bearing gifts," he announced, holding up a tray with a steaming mug of tea and a plate of biscuits.

Niall's eyes lit up at the sight. "You're a lifesaver, mate."

Louis set the tray down on the bedside table before taking a seat next to Niall. "How are you feeling today?"

Niall sighed, taking a sip of the tea. "Better, I guess. Still got this blasted headache, though."

Louis nodded sympathetically. "I can't even begin to imagine how frustrating this must be for you. But hey, look on the bright side – at least you've got an excuse to laze around all day."

Niall chuckled weakly. "Yeah, I suppose there's that."

They sat in companionable silence for a few moments, savoring the warmth of the tea and the comfort of each other's company.

"You know," Louis said suddenly, breaking the silence, "the guys and I were thinking... since you're stuck here anyway, why don't we have a little movie marathon? We could order in some food, kick back, and relax. What do you say?"

Niall's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "That sounds brilliant, Lou. I'd love that."

And so, with the promise of good company and a distraction from his worries, Niall allowed himself to relax, knowing that he was surrounded by friends who cared for him deeply. As he settled in to enjoy the movie marathon, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the unwavering support of his bandmates, even in the face of adversity. With their encouragement, he knew he would make a full recovery in no time, ready to join them once more on stage and take the world by storm.