Prompts (one direction boyxboy)

Trembling hands touch skin (Niall centric zianourry)

Summary: Niall's brother dies and he is distant, the boys end up acting like douche bags to him. Angst angst angst.

A/N: this story really hits home with me. I cried writing it because there is a part where Niall has a dream of Greg and I based that off a dream I had about my mother a few weeks after she passed away as well. And it also got me thinking of how I would feel if my siste had died be ause she is my everything. Cherish your family guys, they don't last forever.

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"He's /dead! He's dead Niall!"

Niall's world stopped as he heard his mum sobbing into the phone. He fell to the floor, choked sobs escaping his pink flushed lips. His brother, he best friend since he was a baby, his only sibling...gone. Something he never thought would happen. When you're young you kind of assume your big brother or sister are invincible. You think they can survive anything. Because, they're oust so /amazing. You take them for granite because, well, /they'll always be there. Until one day they're not.

Niall was heart broken, he couldn't call his big brother for advice anymore or call him when he was upset. Or anything like that because he was dead. Buried into the ground in a matter of days. Never seen again. And to Niall it just wasn't fair! Greg had only gotten married to the love of his life months ago, now she was forced to feel the same loss a d grief along with his family. The man had his entire life ahead of him, he was supposed to be married and have a family where he could be the best dad ever. He and his wife were supposed to live in a nice big house where Greg would teach the boys to ride the bikes while Niall would teach them football. This wasnt fair, none of it was.

After a solid hour of crying on the floor, on his bed, standing up, Niall finally found the strength to move more that a few feet to go cry some more in the shower.

~

It's been a week since the funeral. Management was successful in keeping the funeral and even the fact Niall went to Ireland and back under wraps. The boys only knew he went to visit, not the actual reason so they were confused as to why the blonde was acting so strange. Niall was still depressed, how could he not be? He distanced himself from the boys because their cheeriness made him sick. He laid in his room most of the time, just laying there in the dark. He didn't turn the tv on, he didn't turn on the music, he didn't answer his phone. He just stared up at the ceiling, tears building up in his eyes until they slid from the corners of his eyes that were just tired slits now a days.

He only left the room maybe once a day, to get a sandwich or something, then he'd lock himself back in his room. It was that time of day again. Niall sluggishly got out of bed and nearly dragged himself downstairs, taking a seat at the island as he waited for his left overs to heat up.

Que the boys storming in.

"Niall we need to talk," Liam said in a hard voice, grabbing nialls attention because the puppy eyed boy was never too serious or mean. Especially not to Niall. "You've been on our last nerve. You don't love us anymore do you?!" Louis sneered venomously. Niall's eyes were wide as his mouth opened and closed like a fish. He wasn't exactly sure what to say. "All you do is distance yourself! You never want to spend time with us! You don't even show up to the interviews anymore!" Harry chirped in frustratedly. Niall sighed shakily and began to explain himself partially. "I know this bothers you guys but you have no idea what I'm going through.." He whispered quietly and slipped from his seat, having lost his appetite. "Oh really? Yeah right Niall if you couldn't handle the stress then you shouldn't have auditioned!" Zayn sneered out. Niall looked at zayn with huge eyes. "I-...it's isnt the stress." He mumbled, tears filling his eyes. "Oh then what is it Niall because we are really getting fed up with your bullshit!" Liam snarled causing the blonde to flinch lightly. "I swear. Would you even care if we died? No you would probably remain an indifferent little prick!" Niall's face crumpled as he stared at Liam. He shoved Liam out of the way weakly and stormed upstairs a sobbing mess.

Those absolute assholes! They had no idea what Niall was going through and had no right to say anything they did to him. Just the thought of something happening to the boys made his heart crack then them thinking that he wouldn't care? His heart was broken, he couldn't handle this right now. He missed his brother and just wanted to call him and tell him all that was going on like he used to. But he couldn't even visit Greg's grave because that was all the ways back in Ireland. So naturally he chose the healthiest option of looking through old photos and videos on his laptop until he cried himself to sleep.

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/Greg laid on a large bed on a building top where the son was bright and the skies were blue, surrounded by all his friends and family. Niall smiled at his brother who looked so pale yet full of life.

The family proceeded to chat and talk while Niall talked to Greg, his brother telling him assuring things.

"You'll be fine without me Niall.

I love you so much.

I'll miss you brother but you have to let go."

Then Greg stopped speaking and the family and his wife came over, each one of them kissing the man on the cheek, then finally Niall did. Once the blonde bad pulled away, he watched as his brother looked up to the sky. Greg's face crinkled in curiosity, his lips curled into a smile as he started to fade away slowly until nothing was there.

He had seen the light and went to it. /

Niall gasped as he sat up quickly, panting and tears streaming down his face like a waterfall.

He'd just saw his brother go to the light and fade into heaven.

*

The boys sat around lazily, still angry at Niall, finding it irritating that Niall still found a way to make himself the victim by running away crying. Liam felt a little guilty that they had made Niall cry but ignored it as he flipped through the channels on the television, waiting for one of the others to tell him to stop. "Wait what was that?" Harry said as he saw the name 'Horan' on the news as Liam flipped past. The channel was quickly back on the screen and four sets of eyes widened as they all sat up. Zayn snatched the remote away and turned it up,

B "Breaking news that Niall Horan of one direction's older brother, Greg Horan, was killed in a brutal robbery gone wrong just a week and a half ago. The police, hospitals, and the bands management had kept a secret from the media and the One Direction fans to spare the feelings of band member Niall Horan but a fan spotted the funeral and had the scoop with our very own Tom porter...over to you Tom.."

The anchor spoke so smoothly and cheerful that it made the boys feel sicker than they already were at hearing what they did. Niall's brother /died and they were such jerks to him. Harry was already in tears as he jumped up and headed up the stairs to Niall's room, the other quickly following his lead. They barged in as Niall was jumping up from his dream in tears. "Oh Niall!" Harry cried and pulled his smaller boyfriend into a right hug, the older boys joining the hug hesitantly. "We're so sorry.." Liam whispered tearfully.

Niall pulled away from them all, "wh-what?"

"We are cunts Niall! Worse than that, we are fucking awful! We're so sorry about how we acted!" Louis exclaimed, flailing his arms around. "We had no idea about your brother." Zayn added quietly. Nialls eyes widened in realisation before glazing with sadness and tears. "No one was supposed to find out! I'm so sorry!" He sobbed, breaking down more than he ever had before. Liam scooped Niall up close as the others held his hands or put their arms around him. "We love you so much Niall and were so sorry. Shh I've got you babe. Everything will be okay."