Okay, so this is my first blog and this will consist mostly of niall-centric zianourry because that is my life, my entire life. Okay, so i’m going to wright something i guess… i’ve never written anything before so ya… beware it could possibly be horrible… so off to a story now,

Summary; Niall really hates thunderstorms, he really really does.

Niall hates thunder storms, he really really does. He checks Weather.com on a regular basis and to say that he was anxious when there was a 90% chance of thunderstorms that night was an understatement. He had a ritual that consisted of staying up all night eating anything in sight and watching reruns of the Big Band Theory when there were thunderstorms. The first thing Niall had to do was make an excuse for why he couldn’t stay with his boyfriends tonight. They didn’t know about his phobia and he planned of keeping it that way; only children were afraid of thunderstorms. He exited the weather.com app and stood from the plush couch. He had to leave soon, it was already looking dark outside, and rain was pelting down on the roof leaving tingles to run up his spine. He shivered involentarily and turned to tell the boys that he thought he was getting sick and didn’t want to contaminate them. Just then a loud crack of lighting flashed across the sky and thunder boomed. Niall jumped and shouted his excuse and then ran out the door to his own flat. Once he had locked the door he grabbed all of the food in the visinity and threw it in the general area of the couch. He grabbed a flashlight and a couple of blankets and settled in for another sleepless night. By the end of the first re run he was already a shaking mess, cowering underneath his blankets, and hoped to god the storm would stop soon. It seemed like this was the longest thunderstorm he’d ever witnessed. Just as the next episode came on he heard a knock on the door followed by Liam,

      “Hey Niall, we brought you some things to help you feel better.”

      “Ummm, can you just leave them at the door?” Niall said hoping that they would listen and somehow not hear the audible quiver in his voice.

      “Niall, what’s wrong?” It was Louis this time.

      “Nothing, nothing’s wrong I just-” Niall was cut off by an especially loud clap of thunder that left him whimpering and shaking.

     “Open this door Niall, or we’re breaking it down.” That was Zayn of coarse.

      Before he even had time to reply there was a thump on the door, then another, and another, and on the fourth thump the door burst open revealing four boys. They stood there for a moment staring at Niall before all rushing over to him and enveloping him in a group hug.

      “What’s wrong baby?” Harry asked.

      “Nothing.” Niall said sniffling.

      “Then why were you crying?” Liam asked accusingly.

      And then it was just Niall’s luck that more lighting and thunder danced outside causing him to shake harder and his tears to start again.

     Louis was the first to figure it out, “Niall, Babe, are you afraid of thunderstorms?” He asked quietly.

     “No!” He screamed, horror struck that they were going to figure out his secret. He ripped himself away from them even though he longed for their comfort.

     “It’s okay if you are, everyone’s afraid of something.” Louis soothed.

     “But only kids are afraid of thunderstorms!” Niall insisted.

     “That’s not true, Nialler.” Harry said “Come one, let’s go to sleep.”

     Zayn gently led Niall to his bedroom and all of then crowded in, comforting him. They whispered sweet nothings in his ear until he was asleep, content even with the thunder and lightening still going on outside. The rest of the boys fell asleep happy that they had Niall safe and in their arms.