✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

Take it easy, mate. ⏯ N.H.

The tour bus rumbled down the highway, each bump and sway of the road accompanied by the distant hum of the engine. Inside, the members of One Direction lounged around, some playing video games, others scrolling through their phones, but all eagerly anticipating their next stop on the tour.

However, amidst the chatter and laughter, Niall's usually bright demeanor seemed subdued. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his face pale, and his hand pressed against his stomach.

"Hey, Nialler, you alright?" Liam asked, noticing Niall's discomfort.

Niall managed a weak smile. "Yeah, just feeling a bit off. Must be something I ate."

But as the minutes passed, Niall's condition worsened. He began to clutch his stomach, his face contorted in pain. Suddenly, he bolted from his seat, rushing towards the tiny bathroom at the back of the bus.

The other boys exchanged worried glances as they heard the sounds of Niall retching. Louis sighed and got up, making his way to the bathroom door. He knocked gently.

"Niall, mate, you okay in there?" Louis called out.

There was a moment of silence before Niall's weak voice responded, "Yeah, just... not feeling great."

Louis exchanged a concerned glance with the others before turning back to the door. "Do you need anything? Water, maybe?"

"Yeah, water would be nice," Niall replied hoarsely.

Louis quickly fetched a bottle of water from the fridge and handed it to Niall through the crack in the door. "Take it easy, mate. We're here if you need anything."

Niall murmured his thanks before the sounds of retching resumed. Louis returned to his seat, his worry evident on his face.

Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Poor Nialler. He looks really sick."

"We should do something to help him," Liam suggested, glancing back towards the bathroom.

Zayn nodded in agreement. "Yeah, let's try to make him as comfortable as possible."

The boys spent the next few hours taking turns checking on Niall, offering him water and comforting words. Despite his sickness, Niall appreciated their concern, feeling grateful for the support of his bandmates.

As the sun began to set and the bus pulled into their next destination, Niall emerged from the bathroom, looking exhausted but relieved. He was greeted by the warm smiles of his bandmates, who surrounded him with care and affection.

"Feeling any better, Nialler?" Harry asked, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Niall nodded weakly, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, thanks to you lot. I don't know what I'd do without you."

The boys exchanged fond smiles, their bond stronger than ever as they continued on their journey together, navigating the ups and downs of life on the road as a band. And through it all, they knew they could always rely on each other for support, no matter what challenges they faced.