✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

Come so far. ⏯ L.T.

The tour bus rumbled down the highway, the familiar hum of the engine intermingling with the laughter and banter of five old friends reunited once again. Inside, the atmosphere was electric, charged with the energy of years of shared memories and the promise of new adventures ahead.

Liam, the eternal prankster, was at the centre of it all, orchestrating the chaos with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Alright, lads," he declared, brandishing a crate of beers like a victorious pirate. "Who's up for turning this bus into a proper party?"

The others cheered in agreement, clamouring for a cold one to kick off the festivities. Harry, Niall, and even Zayn eagerly grabbed bottles, ready to toast to their reunion. But when Liam extended the crate towards Louis, there was a brief pause, a moment of hesitation that hung heavy in the air.

Louis smiled, shaking his head gently. "Thanks, mate, but I'll pass."

The response was met with puzzled stares from his bandmates, their brows furrowed in confusion. Louis, the once notorious party animal of the group, declining a drink? It was almost unheard of.

Harry leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "You sure, mate? Since when do you turn down a cold one?"

Louis' smile widened, a hint of pride gleaming in his eyes. "Just over two years sober now," he admitted, his voice tinged with quiet determination.

Silence descended upon the bus, broken only by the soft hum of the engine and the distant sound of passing cars. The revelation hung in the air, a testament to Louis' strength and resilience in the face of his demons.

Niall was the first to break the silence, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Bloody hell, mate! Two years? That's incredible!"

Zayn nodded in agreement, his expression softened with understanding. "We're all proud of you, Louis. We saw how hard it was for you back then."

Harry and Liam exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes filled with unspoken admiration for their friend's courage. "Yeah, mate," Liam chimed in, his voice laced with sincerity. "We've got your back, always."

A wave of warmth washed over Louis, his heart swelling with gratitude for the unwavering support of his bandmates. In that moment, surrounded by the people who knew him best, he felt a sense of belonging unlike any other.

As the night wore on and the laughter continued to fill the air, Louis knew that no matter where life took them, they would always be bound together by the unbreakable bond of brotherhood. And as the miles stretched out before them, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of hope for the journey that lay ahead.

The neon lights of the bar cast a kaleidoscope of colours over the bustling crowd, music pulsating through the air as the boys of One Direction soaked in the vibrant atmosphere. Louis, ever the responsible one, had taken on the role of designated driver for the night, content to watch over his friends as they danced and laughed the night away.

Sitting at the bar with a Coke in hand, Louis watched with a smile as Harry, Niall, Liam, and Zayn hit the dance floor with infectious enthusiasm. His gaze lingered on their carefree expressions, a bittersweet reminder of the life he once knew.

As he nursed his drink, lost in his thoughts, a voice interrupted his reverie. A woman, with a bright smile and twinkling eyes, slid onto the stool next to him. "Hey there," she greeted, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. "You look like you could use some company."

Louis returned her smile politely, though his guard remained firmly in place. "I'm fine, thank you," he replied, his tone polite but distant.

Undeterred, the woman leaned closer, a playful glint in her eye. "Come on, don't be shy. Let me buy you a drink."