"Just Let Me"〔One Direction〕x 〔M!Reader〕

『16』Periwinkle Blue Eyes

"Waterbottle?" Harry offered while gently waving the plastic bottle to you, his voice sounded much more raspy and fatigue than before. Based on his eyes he's probably really tired as well, which you felt kind of bad for. You smile softly at him and took the waterbottle from Harry while silently thanking him, you didn't drink it though, you just kept it on your lap right between your thighs until you really needed it. You then hear Niall and Harry talking to eachother, you couldn't really make out what they could be saying but it didn't matter to you, all you really focused on was trying to sleep in the car while you can since it will be a pretty long ride but thankfully you dozed off in no time nor effort.

"Is (Y/N) sleeping?" Niall asked while he bents forward and looks over at your face, your head was leaning against the glass car so your face couldn't really be seen much, only the side of it. But the blond boy could see both of your eyes were closed, he sighs and looks away.

"Think so, don't bother them. I think they had a rough day today" Harry warned out while holding Niall's shoulder and rubbing his thumb against his shirt. Niall furrowed his eyebrows at the curly's words, he gets curious.

"What do you mean, 'rough day'? Did something happen?" Niall asks again, now getting slightly curious for you. The poor Irish lad always seems to overthink sometimes, even though usually he would look like he was a carefree little spirit in a man's body, he still gets on edge like a cat on a hot tin roof for his bandmates, especially you.

"Not sure but, him and I talked earlier today and he looks like he wants to tell me something but at the same time, he doesn't want to. It's sad, um" Harry pauses, he looks out the car window and see many other cars and motorcycles passing by with their bright headlights shining the road. He stumbles on his words while he fondles with the hem of his jacket.

"He... looks sad" Harry finished off, still feeling bad about himself and also for you. He really was eager to know what's been bothering you lately, but at the same time give you some space, it made the curly himself get a headache because of it. Harry could only hope that tomorrow he could confront you about it again. Or is he just making this into too big of a deal? Nonetheless Harry still felt lost at this point.

Niall on the other hand might've already figured out what this problem might be about, it's Zayn obviously. Hearing those poor words leaving Harry's mouth didn't quite help to make the blond boy feel any better, if anything it only made it worse. Niall desperately wanted to speak up and express his feelings and troubles to someone, he thought that maybe talking to you would've helped him but it wasn't enough, either that or he didn't have the chance to start a convo to you much. And now he probably couldn't, he didn't have the heart to confront to you since you're already going through a lot.

"Oh, just leave them be. Give them some space and he'll open up one day, Harold" Niall swiftly patted Harry's back for reassurance, the blond boy was still too busy with his own thoughts to give any actual good advice at that moment, even Harry quietly thinks what Niall said was a little crummy but Harry was thankful he got at least a little comfort, but pats on the back would do for now.

Niall then thought that maybe all he needs is a little sleep, he hasn't had any coffee or tea today and nor did he get as much hours of slumber. So maybe a little nap while on the road would help him cope, the Irish lad possitioned himself in his seat so he could be comfortable in his spot, then he leans his head back against the edge of the backrest of the seat and closed his eyes, wishing that it wouldn't take long for him to fall asleep, leaving curly boy to be the only one awake while he admires the pitch black sky.

"Greg, I'm scared" The short little boy tugs his tiny fingers deeper into his big brother's bright blue pajamas, while the little boy is still struggling to form sentances and could only manage to whisper out about a few tiny whining words, the kid was only three for goodness sake. His big brother leans his back against the bathroom door while holding his little brother's hand tightly, listening carefully for the sounds on the other side of the white, plain door.