One Direction ~ BSM & BSF & DDM

Louis (13) BSM - Thunderstorms

It was a stormy evening on the One Direction tour bus, and Y/n found herself alone in the lounge area, nestled into the plush red U-shaped couch. The bus, a double-decker marvel with sleek black and red interiors, hummed gently as it rolled down the highway. The lounge was equipped with a flat-screen TV, gaming consoles, and a mini bar stocked with snacks and drinks.

Y/n had chosen solitude over the boys' invitation to dinner, preferring to catch up on her schoolwork. She had spread her textbooks and notebooks across the coffee table, but her focus soon drifted. The rhythmic patter of rain against the windows and the occasional flash of lightning outside were too mesmerizing to ignore.

As the storm intensified, so did her unease. The thunder rumbled louder, and the bus swayed slightly with the gusty winds. Y/n's grip tightened on her pencil, her thoughts racing. She wasn't just a little scared; she was terrified. The isolation of the bus, the howling wind, and the relentless storm outside made her feel small and vulnerable.

With a deep breath, she decided to seek comfort. She stood up, her legs shaky, and made her way to the bunk room. The narrow hallway was dimly lit, the soft glow from the overhead lights casting long shadows. She passed by the bunk beds, each curtained off for privacy, and approached Louis's bunk. Without hesitation, she pulled back the curtain and climbed in, curling up on the small mattress.

The storm outside seemed to mirror the turmoil inside her. The wind howled, the rain lashed against the bus, and thunder cracked overhead. Y/n pulled the blanket over her head, trying to block out the noise, but it was no use. She felt trapped, both by the storm and her own fear.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. Her phone remained silent; none of the boys had returned yet. The isolation was suffocating. She tried calling her brother, but his phone went straight to voicemail. Desperation clawed at her. She needed someone, anyone, to be there.

Just as she was about to give in to the overwhelming fear, the bus door creaked open. Footsteps echoed down the hallway. Someone was back. Relief flooded her chest, but it was short-lived. The footsteps stopped outside the bunk room. She held her breath, praying it was one of the boys.

"Y/n? Are you in here?" Louis's voice called softly.

"In here," she squeaked, her voice barely audible.

The curtain was pulled back gently, and Louis's familiar face appeared. His expression softened when he saw her curled up, eyes wide with fear. Without a word, he reached out, scooping her into his arms.

"Hey, hey, it's alright," he murmured, cradling her against his chest. "You're safe now."

Y/n clung to him, burying her face in his shirt. The warmth of his embrace was a balm to her frayed nerves. Louis carried her back to the lounge, where the other boys had gathered. They looked up in surprise but said nothing, understanding the unspoken need for comfort.

Louis sat down on the couch, pulling Y/n onto his lap. She nestled against him, her head resting on his shoulder. The storm raged outside, but inside the bus, there was a cocoon of warmth and safety.

"Scared of storms, Y/n?" Niall asked gently, his voice laced with concern.

Y/n nodded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She had never admitted her fear to anyone before, let alone her brother's bandmates.

"It's okay," Zayn added, offering a reassuring smile. "We all have our fears."

"Yeah," Harry chimed in. "I used to be scared of the dark when I was your age."

Y/n looked up at Louis, who smiled down at her. "You're not alone," he said softly.

The storm outside began to subside, the thunder fading into the distance. Y/n felt her tension ease, the warmth of the boys' support wrapping around her like a protective shield. She let out a shaky breath, feeling safe and cared for.

As the evening wore on, the group settled into a comfortable silence, the storm outside now just a distant memory. Y/n's eyelids grew heavy, the events of the day catching up with her. Louis noticed and gently nudged her.

"Time for bed, kiddo," he whispered.

Y/n nodded sleepily, allowing him to help her to her feet. The boys bid her goodnight, their voices warm and kind. She crawled into her bunk, pulling the curtain shut.

As she drifted off to sleep, the bus rocked gently, the storm now a mere whisper in the night. Y/n knew that no matter what, she wasn't alone. She had her family, her brothers, and their unwavering support. And that was all she needed to face any storm that came her way.