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Twisted it funny. ⏯ N.H.

The tour bus rumbled along the winding road, the familiar hum of the engine creating a backdrop to the lively banter of the five friends on board. Niall Horan sat with his leg propped up, his expression strained as he tried to hide the discomfort gnawing at him. But his bandmates, ever perceptive, couldn't help but notice.

"Hey, Nialler, you alright there?" Liam Payne asked, a hint of concern in his voice as he glanced over at his friend.

Niall forced a smile. "Yeah, just a bit of pain in me knee. Nothing serious."

But Louis Tomlinson, always one to speak his mind, wasn't convinced. "Mate, you've been limping for days now. You need to get that checked out."

Harry Styles nodded in agreement. "He's right, Niall. We can't have you hobbling around like an old man."

Niall chuckled weakly, appreciating their concern but not wanting to be a burden. "I'll be fine, lads. Just need to rest it a bit, that's all."

Zayn Malik, who had been relatively quiet, spoke up. "Why don't you let us take care of you, Niall? We're a team, remember?"

Niall's heart swelled with gratitude at their words. Despite their hectic schedules and individual responsibilities, they always had each other's backs.

"That'd be grand," Niall admitted, relief washing over him as he realized he didn't have to bear the pain alone.

As the bus pulled into their next destination, the boys sprang into action, determined to make Niall as comfortable as possible. Liam fetched a bag of ice from the freezer while Louis fluffed up some pillows on the couch. Harry brewed a pot of tea, and Zayn rummaged through the first aid kit for any supplies they might need.

Once everything was in place, they gathered around Niall, their expressions filled with concern and affection.

"Alright, Horan, spill the beans," Louis said, plopping down beside him. "When did this all start?"

Niall sighed, knowing he couldn't keep it from them any longer. "It happened during rehearsals a few days ago. I twisted it funny, and it's been sore ever since."

Harry winced sympathetically. "That sounds painful. Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

Niall shrugged sheepishly. "Didn't want to worry you lot. Besides, we've got shows to do, and I didn't want to let anyone down."

Liam shook his head, a mixture of admiration and exasperation on his face. "You daft idiot. We're a team, remember? We look out for each other."

Zayn nodded in agreement. "Exactly. So, from now on, no more suffering in silence, alright?"

Niall smiled gratefully at his friends, feeling the weight of his worries lift off his shoulders. "Thanks, lads. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Louis draped an arm around his shoulder. "You'll never have to find out, Nialler. We've got your back, always."

And as they sat together, laughing and joking like old times, Niall couldn't help but feel grateful for the bond they shared. With his friends by his side, he knew he could get through anything, even a sore knee.