One Direction One-Shots and Drabbles (Bromance) (;

One Direction One-Shots (Bromance) (;

Ziall; Truly

“Will it hurt?” Niall whimpered softly, his blue eyes sunken in his pale face. A ring of purple and yellow bruising surrounded his face, like a pair of thick glasses. The bags under his eyes were a violent black, increasing in size every day. His bald head shown in the light, patches of fluorescent lighting bouncing of his hairless scalp.

“I don’t know baby,” Zayn said softly, choking on his own tears as he traced Niall’s facial features with the back of his thumb nail. He felt those tears filling up his eyes once again, and he watched Niall with his golden orbs for only a few more seconds. In then he closed him, sucking in strangled breaths and trying to compose himself. “I don’t know.” It came out in a mangled whisper.

“Zayn?” Niall asked gently, looking up with eyes the size of dinner plates. Zayn pressed his hand into Niall’s cheek, cupping it loosely so he won’t hurt him. Niall placed a cold, pale hand over Zayn’s warm darker one. Their hands clashed in colors dramatically. “I’m scared.” He forced out, his bottom lip trembling. A single tear slipped out of his eyes, curving its way down his cheek. It hooked at his chin and landed on his collar bone.

“Me too, baby, me too.” Zayn said, trying to force back the tears by blinking fast. He felt the sting of the pre-tears, and he knew any fight was fruitless. “Niall?” He asked eventually, looking at Niall’s face. The deepened cheeks, the hollow eyes. He tried to compare this sickly boy to his old lover. He failed. “Can I hold you?” He asked when Niall’s eyes fluttered, and he knew that was his sign of recognition.

“Yes.” Niall said gruffly, scooting himself over as best as he could with the nutritional drip hooked into his left arm. He wasn’t allowed to eat stable food, and he hated it. He craved to be able to chew something more than he craved for a healthy body. Zayn crawled numbly into bed, scooping Niall up in his arms. He traced patters on the younger boys back.

“Will you wait for me?” Zayn asked his lips close to Niall’s ear.

“Always.” Niall replied, combing his small, child-like fingers through Zayn’s thick hair. The Bradford boy had wanted to shave his head too, but Niall had blatantly put his foot down. He wanted Zayn to keep his hair; it was one of his best physical features Niall had said jokingly one afternoon. But right now, it lay flat on Zayn’s head haphazardly, swooped lazily to the left. “You’ll find someone else though,” Niall said quietly, avoiding Zayn’s caramel gaze, still arithmetically running his fingers through Zayn’s hair.

“Liar, I’ll never find someone new.” Zayn said, rubbing his fingers along the nape of Niall’s neck, kissing him right under the curve of his jaw, his favorite spot. Zayn’s voice was unsteady, and he feared it might crack.

“You say that now. It’ll be years before you leave he-“ In then the two boys finally met eyes. Niall’s heart sped up, and his face flushed a deep crimson of anger. “No! Don’t you dare! Don’t do anything stu-“But he was cut off by Zayn cupping both of his cheeks now, instead of just the one, and kissing Niall firmly on the mouth. Niall, obviously, shuts up. He wraps his legs around Zayn’s hips, right above the bones, and throws both of his hands into Zayn’s full, dark hair, missing his own locks.

Eventually Zayn pulled away resting his forehead against Niall’s his breath warming the younger lads face. He smiled numbly, like he couldn’t comprehend the day’s events. “Niall, I don’t want to be without you.”

“I. Love. You.” The first time the three words have ever been spoken, slipping out of Zayn’s mouth like a wisp of wind.

“I love you too, Zee. I don’t want to die.” His voice shook tremendously. Zayn tightened his grip, while Niall made small choking noises into his neck. In then his eyelids began to flutter. His body tensing in Zayn’s grasp, he began to struggle, his eyes darting around like he was looking for something. “Zayn, you need to know that-“

But whatever he was going to say was cut off by the shrill sound of an alarm, and the banging of the door as a crash cart was brought in. Zayn was ripped away from Niall, the last thing he would ever see the boy do is shake violently. His body racking in spasms, like a broken puppet, in then all of the limbs going slack at once.

His Cancer ridden body going limp.

All Zayn could do was sink to his knees, clutching his heart. He knew Niall would die.

He knew.

He’d been told plenty of times by doctors, but seeing that straight red line, and all of those frantic faces he knew… He finally realized what Niall dying would be like. No more jokes. Fights over pizza. No more Guitars. No more singing in the shower. No more awful hang overs. No more Finding-Nemo and ice-cream days. It hit him like a train, and he opened his mouth in a wordless scream. It lasted forever, the scrambling, and the shouts.

In then a death time was noted, a sheet was pulled over the body, and the doctors left.

But that was okay, Zayn was busy anyways. He uncapped all of his medicines, dumping them in a huge, eccentric, colorful pile on his counter. He was desperate, so desperate that he drank water from the faucet drip to wash down the pills.

                                                               He died.

                 Who knows where he went? If he was reunited with Niall? Cast out?

                                    You tell me. Because even I’m not sure anymore.

Authors note;

How'd we like it? Yay, Nay? I like to write sad stuff, thought this was emotional(: