Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

In Their Arms

Hello everyone!!!

How are u all doing? Sorry I wasn't able to upload in the last 3 days 😩

Here's an emotional chapter for u all! Hehe hope you all will like this one. :)

I recommend listening to I Want To Write You A Song on this one. Just to really get the feels! 🫶

Happy reading, everyone!

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The door creaked open, and Y/N stood frozen on the threshold of the flat. She had just walked in after an emotionally draining week, one that seemed to suck every ounce of energy out of her. The weight of the past few days was still heavy on her shoulders, and as she scanned the room, she found comfort in the familiar sight of the boys all gathered around the couch, watching TV.

The evening light from the windows cast a warm glow, a soft contrast to the storm of exhaustion and emotions inside her.

But then, in the middle of her quiet observation, one of them, Louis, turned his head and caught sight of her. His face broke into a wide, comforting grin, the kind that always made her feel safe.

"Hey, love," Louis greeted, his voice laced with concern and warmth. "Welcome home"

Before she could answer, something inside her cracked. Her chest tightened, and the tears she had been holding back all week came rushing forward. A broken sob escaped her before she could even stop it, and without thinking, she ran toward them.

The boys, startled, looked up in unison, but before they could react, she collapsed into their arms, burying her face in the nearest shoulder. Her sobs were raw and uncontrollable, her body shaking as if she couldn't hold herself together any longer.

They all sat there, still and silent at first, unsure of what to say. They exchanged glances, their hearts aching for her. No one spoke, allowing her the space to cry, to release the emotions she had been bottling up for so long. The sound of her sobs filled the room, each one breaking their hearts just a little more.

Y/N's voice, muffled through her tears, was barely audible. "I'm so tired," she choked out between ragged breaths.

Liam, who had been closest to her, gently rubbed her back, his touch reassuring and soft. "It's okay, Y/N. You're safe here," he whispered, but she couldn't hear him through her tears.

Her sobs were relentless, each one more painful than the last, a mixture of exhaustion, frustration, and overwhelming emotion. "Everything's been so hard lately," she managed to say, but each word was quickly interrupted by another sob. She tried again, but the words wouldn't come through. "I... I c-can't... I'm... so tired," she gasped, struggling to get the sentences out as her chest heaved with each breath.

Her pain was so raw that it seemed to ripple through the group. Niall reached out, his hand resting on her arm, trying to offer some kind of comfort without crowding her.

"It's alright, Y/N," Niall said softly, his voice laced with concern. "You don't need to say anything. We're here."

Harry, sitting on the other side, reached out to hold her other hand, his thumb gently tracing her knuckles. "You're not alone," he said quietly, his voice low and soothing. "We've got you."

Each word seemed to trigger another wave of tears, and Y/N couldn't stop the sobs, no matter how hard she tried. The more they spoke, the more it seemed to break her down, her emotional wall crumbling under the weight of their love and understanding.

Liam, seeing how hard it was for her to calm down, pulled her closer, his embrace tighter. "You're safe now, Y/N," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "We've got you, always. Don't worry about a thing. We're here for you."