✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

Endless cycle. ⏯ L.P.

The tour bus rumbled along the highway, the steady hum of the engine providing a backdrop to the quiet conversations and occasional bursts of laughter among the five boys of One Direction. Liam sat in one corner, his head resting against the window as he tried to catch a few moments of rest. However, sleep eluded him as his mind was plagued by a recurring nightmare that had been haunting him for weeks.

Zayn, who was sitting closest to Liam, noticed the furrowed brows and the slight tremble in Liam's hands. Concern etched his features as he leaned closer. "You alright, mate?" he asked softly.

Liam forced a weak smile. "Yeah, just tired, I guess. Can't seem to shake off this bad dream."

Harry, who was sprawled out on the couch nearby, perked up at Liam's words. "Another one of those nightmares, Liam?" he inquired, genuine worry evident in his voice.

Liam nodded, his expression troubled. "Yeah, it's been happening quite often lately. It's like I'm stuck in this loop, and I can't find a way out."

Louis, who was sitting at the small table, glanced up from his phone. "Maybe you should talk about it, mate. Sometimes sharing helps ease the burden," he suggested, concern lacing his words.

Liam hesitated for a moment before deciding to open up to his friends. "It's always the same. I'm back on stage, but something goes wrong. The fans are screaming, but I can't hear them. It's like I'm trapped in a bubble, suffocating, and no matter how hard I try, I can't break free."

Niall, who had been quietly listening, frowned. "That sounds awful, Liam. Have you tried anything to stop these nightmares?"

Liam shook his head. "I've tried everything—meditation, relaxation techniques, but nothing seems to work. It's like I'm stuck in this endless cycle of fear and panic."

Zayn reached out, placing a comforting hand on Liam's shoulder. "We're here for you, Liam. Whatever you need, just let us know."

As the night wore on, Liam's exhaustion finally caught up with him, and he drifted off into an uneasy sleep. However, his peace was short-lived as the nightmare once again descended upon him, trapping him in its relentless grip.

This time, Liam's cries woke the rest of the boys, their hearts pounding with concern as they rushed to his side. "Liam! Wake up, mate!" Harry shook him gently, but Liam remained trapped in the clutches of the nightmare, his screams echoing through the confined space of the tour bus.

Panic surged through the group as they tried desperately to wake Liam from his torment. "What do we do?!" Niall exclaimed, his hands trembling with fear.

Louis took charge, his voice firm as he tried to calm his friends. "We need to stay calm and focus on bringing Liam back. Keep talking to him, remind him that he's safe."

They took turns speaking soothing words to Liam, their voices a lifeline in the darkness of his nightmare. Slowly, but surely, Liam's cries began to subside, replaced by shallow breaths and the occasional whimper.

After what felt like an eternity, Liam's eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding his gaze as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. "Liam, it's okay, you're safe," Zayn reassured him, his voice a comforting presence in the chaos of Liam's mind.

Tears welled up in Liam's eyes as he looked around at his friends, gratitude shining in his gaze. "Thank you," he whispered hoarsely, his voice filled with emotion.

The boys gathered around Liam, enveloping him in a tight embrace as they offered words of comfort and support. In that moment, they were more than just bandmates—they were a family, bound together by love and friendship.

As the first light of dawn crept through the windows of the tour bus, Liam felt a sense of peace wash over him, knowing that no matter what nightmares may come, he would always have his boys by his side.