✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

This isn't like you. ⏯ L.T.

The air in the studio was thick with tension as One Direction rehearsed for their upcoming tour. Harry strummed his guitar absentmindedly, Liam adjusted his microphone, Zayn tapped his foot in rhythm, and Niall focused on the melody. But something was off, something that had been off for a while now.

Louis seemed distant, his usual vibrant energy replaced by erratic mood swings and impulsive decisions. One moment he was cracking jokes and the next he was snapping at everyone around him. His bandmates exchanged concerned glances, but no one dared to address the elephant in the room.

As the rehearsal wrapped up, Liam pulled Louis aside. "Mate, are you alright? You've been acting a bit... off lately."

Louis shrugged, attempting to brush off Liam's concern. "I'm fine, just tired, you know?"

But Liam wasn't convinced. "Louis, this isn't like you. We're worried about you."

Louis forced a smile. "Thanks, Liam, but I'm okay. Just got a lot on my mind."

Days turned into weeks, and Louis's behaviour only worsened. He'd disappear for hours on end, neglecting rehearsals and studio sessions. His mood swings became more frequent, leaving the rest of the band on edge.

One evening, after another heated argument, Louis stormed out of the studio, slamming the door behind him. The other boys exchanged worried glances, realising that things had reached a breaking point.

"We can't keep ignoring this," Harry said, his voice heavy with concern. "Louis needs help."

Liam nodded in agreement. "We have to do something before it's too late."

With determination in their hearts, the boys set out to find Louis and convince him to seek professional help.

After a frantic search, they found Louis sitting alone on a park bench, his head buried in his hands. He looked up as they approached, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and despair.

"What are you doing here?" Louis snapped, his voice tinged with bitterness.

"We're here because we care about you," Niall said softly, taking a seat beside him. "We can't stand by and watch you self-destruct."

Louis shook his head, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel like I'm losing control."

Harry placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, Louis. But you need to see a doctor. Maybe they can help you figure out what's going on."

Reluctantly, Louis agreed to seek professional help, realising that he couldn't continue to suffer in silence.

At the doctor's office, Louis poured his heart out, describing the highs and lows that had consumed his life in recent months. The doctor listened carefully, asking probing questions and taking notes.

After a thorough evaluation, the doctor delivered the diagnosis: bipolar disorder.

The news hit Louis like a ton of bricks, but it also brought a sense of relief. Finally, he had a name for the demons that had been tormenting him.

With the support of his bandmates, family, and medical professionals, Louis embarked on a journey of healing and self-discovery. He began therapy and started taking medication to stabilise his moods.

Slowly but surely, Louis started to regain control of his life. The dark clouds that had once loomed overhead began to dissipate, replaced by a newfound sense of hope and optimism.

As One Direction prepared to hit the road for their tour, Louis knew that he wasn't alone. With his bandmates by his side, he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that together, they could overcome anything.

And as they stepped out onto the stage, the crowd roaring with excitement, Louis felt a sense of peace wash over him. In that moment, surrounded by the people he loved, he knew that he had finally found his harmony.