✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

Always be with you. ⏯ Z.M

The tour bus rumbled along the highway, the monotony of the road only interrupted by the occasional chatter among the members of One Direction. But tonight, silence had settled like a heavy blanket over the cramped space. Zayn, usually one of the most talkative among them, sat with his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside, his thoughts elsewhere.

The news had come earlier that day, just before they were due to go on stage. Zayn had received a call from his sister, her voice trembling as she delivered the devastating news – their own, beloved mother had passed away unexpectedly. Zayn's world had shattered in an instant, the weight of grief pressing down on him like a leaden cloak.

As the rest of the band gathered around him now, they could see the pain etched on Zayn's face, the usually bright eyes dulled with sorrow. Liam, ever the empathetic one, placed a hand on Zayn's shoulder, offering what little comfort he could.

"Hey, mate, we're here for you," Liam said softly, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Zayn forced a weak smile, appreciating the gesture despite the overwhelming sadness threatening to consume him. "Thanks, Liam," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Louis, always quick with a joke to lighten the mood, attempted to inject some levity into the somber atmosphere. "Remember that time your mum caught us raiding the cookie jar?" he said with a small grin, hoping to elicit even the slightest hint of a smile from Zayn.

To their relief, Zayn chuckled softly, a brief flicker of amusement crossing his features. "Yeah, she never let us live that down," he replied, a hint of fondness creeping into his voice.

Harry, ever the thoughtful one, reached out to squeeze Zayn's hand gently. "She'll always be with you, Zayn. In your heart and in your memories," he said, his words carrying a warmth and sincerity that resonated with them all.

Niall, who had been quiet until now, spoke up, his voice gentle yet firm. "And we've got your back, mate. Whatever you need, whenever you need it," he said, his blue eyes meeting Zayn's with unwavering support.

In that moment, surrounded by his bandmates who had become more like brothers to him, Zayn felt a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of his grief. They may have been thousands of miles away from home, but in each other, they found solace and strength. And as they wrapped him in their comforting embrace, Zayn knew that no matter what the future held, their bond would remain unbreakable.

The days that followed were a blur of rehearsals, interviews, and performances, but for Zayn, the weight of his loss hung heavy around his shoulders like a lead weight. Each night, as he stood on stage, belting out lyrics and dancing alongside his bandmates, he felt the absence of his mother like a gaping hole in his heart.

But amidst the whirlwind of their busy schedule, the members of One Direction made a concerted effort to rally around Zayn, offering him unwavering support and understanding. They knew that grief had no timeline, no roadmap, and they were determined to stand by him every step of the way.

On one particularly quiet evening, as the tour bus rolled to a stop in a nondescript parking lot, Zayn found himself retreating to the solitude of his bunk, seeking refuge from the prying eyes of the world outside. But before he could disappear into the confines of his thoughts, a soft knock sounded on the door, pulling him from his reverie.

"Zayn, can we come in?" Liam's voice called out from the other side.

Zayn hesitated for a moment before nodding silently, pushing himself upright as Liam and the rest of the band filed into the cramped space. They settled around him, their presence a comforting weight against his side.

"We thought you might need some company," Liam said, his voice gentle yet resolute.

Zayn offered them a weak smile, touched by their unwavering support. "Thanks, guys," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Louis reached out to ruffle Zayn's hair playfully, a small grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "We can't have you moping around, now can we?" he teased, his tone light but tinged with affection.

Harry nudged Zayn's shoulder lightly, a fond smile playing on his lips. "Seriously though, Zayn, we're here for you. Whatever you need," he said earnestly, his green eyes meeting Zayn's with unwavering sincerity.

Niall, ever the optimist, leaned in closer, his blue eyes alight with determination. "And don't forget, mate, your mum would want you to keep doing what you love," he said, his voice soft but steadfast.

In that moment, surrounded by his bandmates who had become his pillars of strength, Zayn felt a flicker of hope stir within him. Despite the ache of his loss, he knew that with their support, he could weather any storm that came his way. And as they wrapped him in their comforting embrace, Zayn knew that their bond was truly unbreakable.