connection | one direction comfort oneshot
summary: one direction are your best friends and how can you ever tell them thank you for everything.
warnings: not a single one, just feel good comforting one direction. we need it.
a/n: this one is for everyone who needs it.
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“I’m glad you guys are home”
“Y/N, none of us live anywhere near here.” Louis snorts the second your sappy voice echos in the lounge room. Not one of them lives here, but to you, this is their home
A mug of tea is hot against you palms, the room smells of sweet treats and is light only by warm lamplight.
A sigh cascades from your lungs, your head leant against Harry’s shoulder.
“Let the girl have her moment, Louis.” You hear Zayn chide with a smile on his face as he leans forward from where he’s rested on the couch to grab a cookie.
“This movies made me all sentimental.” You grumble, trying to now suppress the feeling swelling in your chest.
You glance around to the five guys laid in your lounge room. Your five best friends in the whole world.
Highschool is messy for everyone, and your experience was no different. God, if you hadn’t have met all of them, you have no idea how you would’ve ever survived.
Zayn in folded into the corner of your massive couch, despite how much room there is.
Louis the one who’s randomly claimed a spot on the floor, cushion under his ass even though again, there’s more than enough space on the couch.
Liam is sprawled out on your left, legs and arms hanging off the edge. A smile sits on his lips, content and at peace.
Harry is nestled on your right, allowing your head to seek refuge on his shoulder. He’s made sure he’s close enough to Niall to annoy him every couple of minutes.
Niall is cross-legged on the couch, mug of tea in hand, blonde hair tousled from Harry messing it up ten minutes ago for the fun of it.
“You guys are what brings life into this place.” You state, finality in your tone as your eyes avert back to the screen.
“Awww,” Niall coos, Harry whacks him across the head.
“Ouch! Bloody hell was tha’ for, I was being genuine you dolt.” Everyone chuckles, watching his hand come to cover his head.
“Oh, sorry thought ya were being sarcastic.” Harry snickers from beside you, chest vibrating in a familiar way.
“While these two idiots argue, I am appreciating your sentiment, Y/N.” Liam claims from where he lays, flashing a toothy grin at you.
“I just…” wow, are you seriously getting emotional over this? Surely it’s your hormones, or just stress manifesting into big feelings. But you can’t even get the sentence out without the feeling of a lump in your throat.
The sway in your voice draws all five of them to a silence.
They wait patiently for you to say something else.
“You all are my people. Having fun at home is not the same when you’re not all here. And when I go out without you all, I imagine the stupid shit you’d do to make me laugh.”
Bringing the mug in your hand to your lips, you draw a sip of tea into your mouth. Taking comfort in the sweetness.
“My house does not feel like home unless I’m in it with you five. You’re all like my family. I wouldn’t know where to begin tackling my life if I didn’t have you boys showing me how to do it.”
“Y’can’t tackle anything or anyone for shit t’be fair.” Niall remarks, trying to be funny but you can hear the appreciation that floods his tone.
“Shut up, Niall.” Liam shakes his head, smiling.
“Everyday, I thank whatever greater power that bought you guys to me. I couldn’t even begin to imagine a day where I didn’t know you all. And it’s something I hope I never have to live.”
“What im trying to say is thank you. For being my best friends.”
There’s a few seconds of quiet.
You have been like this with them before, usually when you’re about to get your period, when you’re drunk, or had a big thing happen in your life. But right now they all just didn’t expect it.
“No way, Louis are you crying!” Harry laughs, but there’s a soft and vulnerable lilt to his own voice.
“Shut up, ya prick.” He whines, hand cupping over his eyes and dragging down in exasperation.
At a glance, you realise they’re all crying.
“Oh god,” you gasp, guilt plaguing your voice, “sorry I didn’t mean to make everyone so emosh.”
“Emosh.” Liam mocks your choice of word with a soft tease, eyes shiny.
“Yea, girl. I need forewarning before you go dropping all that on me.” Zayn states, finishing the last bite of his cookie.
“We appreciate you more than y’know.” Niall drapes himself over Harry to half embrace you, half squash you.
As anyone would imagine, doesn’t take longer than three seconds for them all to be joining this impromptu group hug.
“Can’t breathe—“ you hissed out. Someone’s knee is digging into your hip, someone just headbutted you, and again, your whole diaphragm is squished.
Yet despite all of this, you’ve never felt so loved. You feel so much of it, almost like it’s imbedded in your bones.
“Don’t care!” Louis remarks, “your fault for dragging us all into your sentimental crap.”
“Thanks for being our best friend too, yknow.” A hum comes from Liam.
The hug doesn’t last too long, but long enough that when you eventually go to bed that night you’ve imprinted it in your memory.
How are there ever going to be words to explain how it feels to have a connection like this. One with people that you don’t see everyday, but that you feel always. It’s proven it can stretch a million miles and still feel the same.
These boys are your lifeline, and nothing in the world could change that.
Oh, how grateful you are.
