but first we'll live -- jamesniall
“Do you think we’ll make it?” Niall asks to Harry suddenly, breaking the bubble of silence they had created.
Harry turns to look at him, slowly, his brows are furrowed and there’s a sheen layer of sweat glistening on his forehead and cheeks, it goes down all the way to his neck and chest. “’Course we will.” He replies, squeezing Niall’s hand tightly. “We only have two hours ahead of ourselves.”
“Yeah,” Niall nods and squeezes back. Then, softer than before, he asks, “but do you think we’ll make it? After getting to London,” he swallows a lump in his throat, “in the long run, do you think we’ll find a way to fight against all of this?”
“I don’t know for sure, Ni. But what I do know is that we’ll try, with everything we’ve got, to stay alive.”
Or, a zombie apocalypse fic.
[TW: blood, gore, violence, death] zombie apocalypse au, during 1d, established relationship, 27.1k