One direction one shots

Part 2- Terrified

"I'm sorry, I just... I thought you weren't coming home."

*Niall's POV*

"Niall. I will always be back. No matter what, yeah?" Harry said.

"Yeah." I sigh.

"What's wrong?"

"I-I just I was kinda scared," I tell him. A look of realisation crosses his face and I can tell he's mentally facepalming.

"Niall, I am so sorry! I completely forgot!" he says, hugging me.

"It's okay."

"No, Niall. It's not. I'm such a bad brother."

"It's really okay. I promise," I assure him.

"If you say so," Harry says hesitantly. He gets up to leave and turns to look at me as he exits. I smile and he smiles back; closing the door behind him. I lay down and let myself slip into my dark space, but somehow it feels different. Like I'm never going to come out.

*No one's POV*

Louis stepped into the room to see if Niall was up. He couldn't sleep and he wanted to cuddle in with Niall. Louis looked over to the bed and gasped; Niall was laying there, shaking violently with tears streaming from his open eyes. Usually when it happened, Niall's eyes were closed.There were no words to describe how  Louis felt as he ran out of the room and into Harry's room. Terrified, mortified, a sobbing mess. He shook Harry, crying himself.

"Harry! Harry, wake up!" Louis cried.

"Go back to sleep, Lou," Harry groaned. Louis shook him harder.

"Come on, Hazza, please wake up!" Louis pleaded. Harry turned over.

"Louis, I'm not going to take you to the toilet; ask Dad or Niall."

"But Harry, it is Niall! Something's wrong!" Louis shouted. Harry sat straight up.

"What?" he asked.

"I don't know what happened!" Louis told him, tears still streaming down his face now. Louis ran down the hall to Niall's room with Harry following closely behind him. When Harry saw his younger brother's condition, he gasped.

"Daddy! Papa! Help!" he yelled out, standing stiffly just outside the doorway. Liam and Zayn rushed to their sons' sides.

"What's wrong?" Liam asked his clearly mortified sons. Louis pointed a shaky finger into the room towards Niall. They all stared in shock as Niall thrashed around in his bed, letting out small screams every so often. Zayn and Liam rushed to his side and lifted him up, still wrapped in his blankets. They carried him downstairs and placed him in the car. Harry and Louis got in next to him and Liam drove to the nearest hospital. When they got there, the doctors put Niall on a bed and rolled him into a room. Louis tried to follow them, but Zayn held him back.

"NO! NIALL! NO, NO, NO!" he screamed, flailing his arms in his brother's direction.

"Shh, love. It's alright. He's gonna be alright," Zayn soothed the eight year old. Louis crumpled into his dad's chest, sobbing uncontrollably.