✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

Just breath. ⏯ L.T.

Louis Tomlinson, the vibrant soul of One Direction, was usually the one to lighten the mood with his contagious laughter and mischievous antics. However, on this particular day, the cheerful aura surrounding him was overshadowed by an overwhelming sense of illness. It started as a slight queasiness in the morning but quickly escalated into a full-blown stomach revolt.

It was during their tour, and the boys had a jam-packed schedule ahead. Louis tried to ignore the persistent nausea as they headed to the next venue, but his efforts were futile. With each passing hour, his condition deteriorated. The bustling activity backstage only served to intensify his discomfort.

Harry, Liam, Niall, and Zayn noticed the change in Louis almost immediately. Concern etched their faces as they observed their friend's worsening state. They exchanged worried glances, silently acknowledging the gravity of the situation.

During a brief break in rehearsals, Louis stumbled offstage, clutching his stomach in agony. He staggered into the nearest restroom, retching violently into the toilet bowl. His body convulsed with each heave, leaving him weak and trembling.

Harry rushed in after him, his heart wrenching at the sight of Louis in distress. He knelt beside his friend, offering soothing words of comfort as he rubbed gentle circles on Louis's back. "It's okay, Lou. I'm here. Just breathe."

But the sickness showed no signs of relenting. Louis continued to empty the contents of his stomach, his face drained of colour and beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. Each wave of nausea left him feeling more depleted than the last.

Liam, Niall, and Zayn joined them, their expressions a mix of sympathy and helplessness. They fetched water and towels, doing their best to alleviate Louis's suffering. Liam placed a cool cloth on Louis's forehead, while Niall held out a bottle of water for him to rinse his mouth.

Zayn stood back, his heart heavy with worry. He hated seeing Louis in such a vulnerable state. "We should get him to a doctor," he suggested, voicing the concern that lingered in all their minds.

Harry nodded, his determination unwavering. "Let's get him some help."

With Zayn's assistance, they carefully helped Louis to his feet, supporting his trembling frame as they made their way out of the restroom. The tour manager was immediately alerted, and arrangements were swiftly made to transport Louis to the nearest medical facility.

The journey to the hospital was a blur of discomfort and anxiety. Louis slumped against Harry, his eyes drooping with exhaustion as the waves of nausea continued to assail him. The familiar sounds of the tour bus were replaced by the sterile atmosphere of the hospital waiting room.

Hours passed before Louis was seen by a doctor. By then, he was weak and drained, his body wracked with fatigue. The diagnosis came as a relief and a concern—acute gastroenteritis, a severe case exacerbated by the demands of their rigorous tour schedule.

Louis was administered intravenous fluids and medication to alleviate his symptoms. As he lay in the hospital bed, surrounded by his bandmates, a sense of gratitude washed over him. Despite the challenges they faced, they were there for him, offering unwavering support and friendship.

Days turned into weeks as Louis gradually recovered from his illness. The tour was put on hold to allow him the time he needed to recuperate fully. It was a difficult setback, but it only served to strengthen the bond between the members of One Direction.

In the quiet moments between hospital visits and treatments, they found solace in each other's company. They laughed, they cried, and they vowed to face whatever challenges came their way, together.

And as Louis's laughter once again filled the air, echoing through the halls of the hospital, they knew that nothing could ever break the unbreakable bond they shared.