One Direction Bromance One-Shots

How Much I Need You Here ~ Ziall

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"Niall," the older boy whispers, voice slow and husky as it always is, as he wraps his arms around his boyfriend's waist - bringing him into an embrace that he's not sure either boy is okay with because Niall's still crying and Zayn's chest has tightened to its' limit. "Please, no more tears. You know I don't like it. It's okay."

"I'm sorry," the blonde whispers back, voice small and pathetic. Zayn wonders when he became so apathetic, scowls at himself when he realizes that he knows that answer. Still, he shouldn't be sorry for anything - especially not this. He didn't choose it. Zayn didn't choose it. No one would choose it. Maybe this was just fate telling Niall that his time was up (though Zayn kept telling himself that it would be okay, maybe it was a little less than believeable with his rock sobbing in his arms, seemingly broken). "I'm...scared..."

It was no wonder. In fact, scared may have been an understatement. Zayn was terrified, Niall must have been about a thousand times worse. Rightly so.

"You don't have to be scared," Zayn whispers in his ear, not sure how to touch him or not sure what the right words to say were. Niall was so bubbly and happy, he didn't usually need this comfort. Zayn felt more useless than ever. "You're fine. It's fine. Everything's fine."

Niall pulls himself out of Zayn's grip and whips around so quickly that Zayn can't see the expression on his face. The blonde stumbles away from him and makes his way towards the couch - stumbling, his knees wobbly. Zayn wonders how fragile he's become, how fragile he'll get once the illness, heaven forbid, reaches its' peak.

Niall buries his face into the couch cushions, his cries being muffled by the furniture. But Zayn could still hear them, louder than ever. As he makes his way over to his boyfriend, his ears ring, his heart pounds in his temples. Nausea bubbles up in his throat as he rests a hand on the younger's heaving back, rubbing the smallest of circles that probably don't provide much comfort at all, if any. And the tears keep coming, and Zayn will cry, too, if it continues.

"You know I won't let anything happen, right?" he asks, voice hushed. Niall's already breathing like he'll throw up. "You know that I'll do everything I can, right? Nothing is ever going to take you from me, especially not this. We'll fight through this together, yeah?"

"You shouldn't bother," Niall turns his head so that his cheek is pressed up against the sofa, and he's staring into Zayn's eyes. Ice blue meets amber, Zayn fights to hold in a cry of pain. There's so much emotion in just one little look, and maybe it's scary. Maybe that's when Zayn realizes that this isn't a nightmare. It might be real. Niall might really be falling apart. "You should leave me while you have the chance."

Zayn heart drops, shatters, in sync with the way his world is collapsing around him.