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Colliding fists. ⏯ N.H.

The tension in the room was palpable, thick with unspoken words and simmering resentment. Niall's jaw clenched as he stared across the room at Zayn, his fists balled at his sides. The argument had escalated quickly, fuelled by misunderstandings and pent-up frustrations.

"Why can't you just understand, Zayn?" Niall's voice was sharp, laced with hurt. "You always have to be so damn stubborn!"

Zayn's eyes narrowed, his own temper flaring. "Me? Stubborn? Look who's talking, Niall! You never listen to anyone else's perspective!"

Their voices rose, echoing off the walls of the studio. Liam, Harry and Louis exchanged worried glances, sensing the situation spiralling out of control.

"That's enough!" Liam's voice cut through the air like a knife, his tone firm. "You two need to calm down."

But it was too late. Niall and Zayn were past the point of reasoning. With a growl, Zayn took a step forward, and Niall met him halfway, their chests practically touching.

"Come on, lads, this isn't the way to solve anything," Louis pleaded, moving to step between them.

But before he could intervene, Niall and Zayn collided, fists flying in a flurry of motion. Liam and Louis rushed forward, pulling them apart with all their strength, but the damage was done.

Breathing heavily, Niall stumbled backward, his chest heaving with anger and frustration. Without a word, he turned and stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

Silence engulfed the studio, broken only by heavy breaths and the sound of hearts pounding in chests. Harry glanced around, his brow furrowed with concern. Without a word, he followed after Niall, his footsteps echoing down the hallway.

He found Niall slumped against the wall, his shoulders shaking with sobs as he struggled to catch his breath. Without hesitation, Harry sank down beside him, wrapping an arm around his trembling shoulders.

"Niall," Harry murmured, his voice gentle. "Hey, it's okay. I'm here."

Niall gasped for air, his chest constricting with panic. "I-I can't do this, Harry. It's too much."

Harry squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "You don't have to do it alone, Niall. We're here for you."

Together, they sat in silence, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air. Slowly, Niall's breathing began to steady, his sobs fading into quiet sniffles.

After a moment, Harry helped Niall to his feet, guiding him back to the studio where the others were waiting anxiously.

"I found him," Harry explained, his voice steady. "He just needed a moment."

Niall offered a weak smile, his eyes still red-rimmed from tears. Zayn stepped forward, his expression contrite.

"I'm sorry, Niall," he said softly. "I didn't mean for it to get out of hand."

Niall nodded, his gaze softening. "I'm sorry too, Zayn. I know we both said things we didn't mean."

With a collective sigh of relief, the tension in the room began to dissipate. Liam pulled them both into a group hug, the bond between them stronger than ever.

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as one.