✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

Nothing to be afraid of. ⏯ H.S.

The bustling streets of Cheshire buzzed with excitement as five young lads, each with their own unique aspirations, gathered at a local café. They had been brought together by fate, their shared love for music intertwining their destinies in ways they couldn't yet comprehend.

As they settled into a cozy corner booth, Niall couldn't help but notice the quiet demeanor of the curly-haired lad sitting across from him. "Hey, mate," he said, nudging Harry gently. "You seem awfully quiet. Everything alright?"

Harry, his gaze fixed on the tabletop, simply shrugged in response, a faint blush creeping into his cheeks. He had grown accustomed to the questions, the curious glances, but it still made him feel self-conscious.

Liam, ever the peacemaker, quickly interjected, "Don't worry about Harry, Niall. He's always been a bit shy around new people. Right, Harry?"

Harry nodded silently, offering a small, grateful smile before returning his attention to the menu in front of him. The others exchanged understanding glances, realising that Harry wasn't one to open up easily.

As the afternoon wore on, the conversation flowed effortlessly among the group, laughter and camaraderie filling the air. But amidst the lively banter, there was always a noticeable silence whenever Harry was around. It was as if he was present, yet somehow distant, like a melody waiting to be sung.

Years passed, and One Direction's star rose higher and higher, their music capturing the hearts of fans around the world. But amidst the whirlwind of fame and success, Harry's silence remained a constant, an unspoken truth that lingered in the background of their hectic lives.

In hotel rooms and tour buses, the boys grew accustomed to the quiet, finding ways to communicate with Harry without words. They developed their own silent language — a nod here, a gesture there — that spoke volumes without ever uttering a single syllable.

But one ordinary day, as they lounged in their dressing room before a show, fate intervened in the most unexpected of ways.

"Hey, Harry, could you pass me my phone?" Louis asked, pointing to the device that sat beside Harry without a second thought.

Harry's eyes widened in panic as looked at the phone, his heart pounding in his chest. And then, to his own astonishment, he felt the words spill from his lips before he could stop them.

"Here you go, Louis," his voice was barely a whisper.

The echoes of Harry's first spoken words lingered in the air, a testament to the momentous occasion that had just unfolded in the dressing room. But as the initial shock began to fade, the reality of what had transpired sank in for both Harry and his bandmates.

Louis was the first to break the silence, his voice filled with excitement. "Harry, mate, that was incredible! You spoke!"

Harry's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he shifted uncomfortably under Louis' gaze. "I-I didn't mean to," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Liam, always the voice of reason, stepped forward with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Harry. We're proud of you. And we're here to help you every step of the way."

Niall nodded enthusiastically, his eyes shining with admiration. "Yeah, mate! You've got nothing to be afraid of. Your voice is amazing."

Zayn spoke up with a sense of determination. "We're a team, Harry. And as your teammates, we're going to support you through this."

With the unwavering support of his bandmates, Harry began to find the courage to use his voice more and more. They encouraged him to speak up during interviews, to share his thoughts and ideas with confidence.

At first, it was a challenge. Harry stumbled over his words, his voice shaky and uncertain. But with each passing day, he grew more comfortable in his own skin, his confidence blossoming like a flower in bloom.

And as they embarked on their world tour, Harry's newfound voice became a source of inspiration for both himself and his fans. He spoke out against injustice, using his platform to advocate for causes close to his heart. He sang with passion and conviction, his voice ringing out like a beacon of hope in a world filled with darkness.

But perhaps most importantly, Harry found solace in the knowledge that he was no longer alone. He had his bandmates by his side, supporting him every step of the way, as they continued to make music and touch the hearts of millions around the world.

And as they stood together on stage, their voices blending together in perfect harmony, Harry knew that he had finally found his place in the world. He was One Direction, and his voice would be heard.

PART 2

The hotel room was filled with a palpable tension as the five members of One Direction lounged on the plush couches, their exhaustion evident after a long day of rehearsals and interviews. But amidst the fatigue, there was a lingering sense of unease that hung in the air like a dark cloud.

Harry sat apart from the others, his usually vibrant demeanour replaced by a palpable sense of melancholy. His shoulders slumped forward, his gaze fixed on the floor as he absently twirled a strand of hair between his fingers.

Niall, ever the observant one, couldn't help but notice Harry's somber mood. "Hey, mate, you seem a bit off today. Everything alright?"

Harry offered a weak smile in response, but it did little to dispel the heaviness that weighed on his heart. He had been struggling with his self-confidence lately, his insecurities creeping back in like unwelcome guests at a party.

Louis frowned, his concern evident as he leaned forward to place a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "You know you can talk to us, right? We're here for you, mate."

But Harry remained silent, his lips pressed together in a tight line as he fought to keep his emotions in check. He didn't want to burden his bandmates with his problems, didn't want to admit that he was struggling.

Liam sighed softly, his eyes filled with empathy as he exchanged a knowing glance with Zayn. "It's okay, Harry. You don't have to say anything if you don't want to. Just know that we're here for you, no matter what."

Throughout the day, the boys did their best to lift Harry's spirits, peppering him with jokes and silly antics in an effort to coax a smile from his lips. They played video games, watched movies, and ordered his favourite takeout, hoping to provide some semblance of comfort in his time of need.

And as the day drew to a close, with the soft glow of sunset casting a warm golden hue over the room, Harry found solace in the knowledge that he was not alone. He had his bandmates by his side, supporting him through the ups and downs of life, just as they always had.

And though he may not have found his voice that day, he knew that the echoes of support from his friends would carry him through even the darkest of times. For in the end, it wasn't about the words they spoke, but the unwavering love and acceptance that bound them together as brothers.