Short Stories

Don't Forget Where You Belong (Niall Centric)

Prompt:

They found out Niall had IT when he woke up screaming bloody murder every night. Once they found out it was Frontotemporal Dementia, they had to watch their Nialler change into some kind of monster. (Frontotemporal Dementia is a disease that hasn't been cured yet. A disease in which the person's brain is slowly shutting down. Teen Wolf is where I got this from if any of you teen wolf fans notice the name.)

Hope you enjoy! And if you don't watch Teen Wolf that doesn't mean you can't read this, it just has a connection to it. No characters from the show or scenes, just the disease that Stiles had.

And I'm not a professional doctor so bare with me on explaining the illness.

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Louis was laying across from Niall, his head rested on his plump pillow he brought specially from his old room in Doncaster, the familiar smell that he could only describe as home was soothing to him. That's how he lolled to sleep with a smile on his face.
Zayn laid under Niall, having just finished a FaceTime with his mother that lasted longer then he wished, his eyes ringed with sleep, lids slipping shut only for them to shoot open again. He was still in his clothes, not bothering to do all that hard work of taking off his dirtied clothes to put on his pajamas. But that helped Zayn fall asleep faster, hands entwined over his chest. He felt comfortable even though he stunk like sweat. And soon enough, he actually did fall asleep.
Harry was laid above the "junk bunk" the one that had their bags on. It was messy, but at least when Harry needed something from his bag he wasn't too far away. Just a dangerous swing so he was up-side down, surprisingly he only fell once and got his head cushioned by Zayn's pillows and blankets spread out on the floor for cleaning. He didn't fall asleep fast like Zayn, Liam, Louis and Niall, he liked to reevaluate his day in his mind, remember the funny parts and the awkward parts that made him cringe and rub his hands over his face. He hated those times but then again, that made him tired, and after a particular embarrassing reminder of the other day when Harry sneezed all over a fan during a picture, he fell asleep.
Liam laid below Louis, on his phone looking through twitter, the screen lighting up the bunk. His eyes hurt from looking at the screen too long, burning from the sudden light in the darkness of the tour bus, but he still was interested in the funny tweets people posted. He normally did this, he didn't like to say he was on his phone too much, but at least not as much as Niall, he just liked to look through his notifications and people he followed and then lock his phone and fall asleep... And that's what he did, his eyes soothed as his lids shut.
It was silent, everyone's breathing was slow and calm, the only sound throughout the tour bus was the wheels against the road as the bus drove down the highway. But that abruptly turned into murderous screams, it cut through the thin air like a knife, Zayn, Liam, Louis and Harry jumping out of their bunks and scrambling towards Niall's. Louis got there first, the one closest to the blonde, he ripped the curtain to the bunk open, seeing his mate screaming in his sleep, flailing his pale and skinny limbs around, them banging against the bunk's walls and roof. "Niall!" Louis yelped, trying to bring his hands into the bunk only for them to get kicked and slapped away. He hissed and backed up, Liam taking over the situation and jumping up into Niall's bunk, taking the poor boy into his arms, yelling at him to wake up and that whatever he was dreaming was only a dream.
Niall's eyes shot open, his screams never stopping but only increasing, his legs kicking out and making his sheets all bundled up at the edge of his bunk, pillows already fallen onto the buses floor. Niall was trying to smack Liam, but the man had his muscular arms wrapped around his shoulders and torso, not yelling, but now cooing at the lad, shushing him.
Niall laid limp in Liam's arms, his sobs still racking through his frame, tears falling rapidly down his face, eyes squeezed shut. All the boys were breathing heavily, lids already drooping in exhaustion. But they pushed their feelings away, slowly moving so they all could see Niall and comfort him in any way. "What happened?" Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Niall didn't catch his band mates worried gazes. "It was horrible." He whispered, voice raspy from his screams that ripped his vocal cords. The boys shared quick worried glances, but then made sure to focus back on Niall. "What was horrible mate?" Louis asked, taking a hand and laying it on Niall's ankle. Niall forced back a sob and shook his head, a whimper leaving his lips instead. "I-I had a bad dream, th-that I was babysitting Theo and then all of a sudden someone came in and killed him... Someone murdered him, b-but then I woke up and you all weren't there, a-and it was still dark out.. I went to look for you all and saw you in the little living room... Everything was so normal until you all started screaming and hitting me- god that's when I woke up. It felt so real, so real." Niall started to breath heavily, tears once again streaming rapidly down his face. Liam shushed him again, bringing the boy into his embrace, cradling him.