✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

It's okay, to not be okay. ⏯ L.P.

Liam couldn't shake off the weight of the day. It felt like every small inconvenience had piled up, turning into a mountain of frustration. From early morning alarms that failed to wake him up to spilled coffee on his favorite shirt, and then an endless string of minor mishaps at work—it seemed like the universe was conspiring against him. By the time he made it back to their shared apartment, Liam was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.

Upon entering, he found the rest of the band lounging around the living room. Niall was strumming his guitar lazily, while Harry and Louis were engrossed in some banter that seemed to revolve around who could make the funniest faces. Zayn was flipping through a magazine, his attention only half on the pages.

Not wanting to burden them with his problems, Liam plastered on a smile, hoping it would be enough to mask his troubled state. However, his bandmates were quick to notice that something was off.

"Hey, mate, you alright?" Niall asked, pausing his strumming and giving Liam a concerned look.

Liam shrugged nonchalantly. "Just a rough day, you know? Nothing I can't handle."

But his attempt at brushing off his troubles fell flat as Louis spoke up, his voice laced with genuine concern. "You sure about that? You look like you could use a break, Payno."

Liam hesitated, feeling a lump form in his throat. He didn't want to burden them with his problems, especially when they all had their own stresses to deal with. But the concern in their eyes was too much to ignore, and he found himself crumbling under the weight of their unwavering support.

"It's just been one thing after another," Liam admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I can't catch a break."

Without hesitation, the others gathered around him, offering words of comfort and support. Niall handed him a cold beer, while Harry plopped down beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Louis and Zayn joined in, their presence alone serving as a source of solace.

"We've all been there, mate," Harry said softly. "But you don't have to go through it alone. We're here for you, always."

Liam felt a surge of gratitude wash over him as he leaned into their embrace, allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of them. In that moment, surrounded by his bandmates who had become more like family, he realised that he didn't have to face his struggles alone.

The night stretched on, filled with shared laughter and the warmth of camaraderie. Liam found himself gradually relaxing, the tension of the day melting away in the comforting presence of his bandmates.

As they sat together, exchanging stories and jokes, Liam couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by a wave of gratitude. These four boys who had started as mere acquaintances had become his closest confidants, his rock in times of need. They had weathered storms together, both on and off the stage, and their bond had only grown stronger with each passing year.

"Remember that time we got lost in Paris?" Niall reminisced, a nostalgic smile tugging at his lips.

Louis chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "How could I forget? We wandered around for hours, and Liam here was convinced he could speak fluent French."

The others joined in, sharing anecdotes from their past adventures. Liam couldn't help but laugh along, the weight of his troubles lifting with each shared memory. It was moments like these that reminded him of why he had fallen in love with music in the first place—the sense of belonging, the shared experiences, the unbreakable bonds forged through both triumphs and tribulations.

As the night wore on, their laughter faded into comfortable silence, the only sound the soft strumming of Niall's guitar. Liam leaned back against the couch, his eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion. But despite the weariness that weighed on him, he felt a sense of peace settle over him, knowing that he was surrounded by people who truly cared for him.

"Hey, Liam," Zayn spoke up, breaking the silence. "You know, it's okay to not be okay sometimes. We've all been there, and we'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Liam met his gaze, his heart swelling with gratitude. "Thanks, Zayn. And thank you, all of you. I don't know what I'd do without you guys."

The others smiled, their expressions filled with warmth and understanding. In that moment, surrounded by his bandmates who had become his second family, Liam felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. No matter what challenges lay ahead, he knew that as long as they stood together, they could overcome anything.

And as they settled in for the night, the bond between them stronger than ever, Liam drifted off to sleep with a heart full of gratitude and a renewed sense of strength. For in the embrace of his brothers-in-arms, he had found solace, support, and the unwavering promise of solidarity.