Brontophobia/Astraphobia/Tonitrophobia/Keraunophobia/Ceraunophobia -
In pathology, morbid dread of thunder and lightning

NIALL POV:
Today is a stormy day. And I have a phobia of thunder and lightning. Not quite a good mix. Harry and Louis are home, but they're watching a movie together downstairs. The room they're in is soundproof so they can't hear me sobbing, which is good. Liam should have been home from grocery shopping a few minutes ago. None of the boys know about my phobia.

Then, I hear Liam come in.

"I had a bad day!" he screams, slamming the door.

I hear him coming upstairs, probably to get to his room. He won't have to pass my room to get to his, which is good for me, since he can't hear me. Well, I thought he was going to his room. Then he went pass my room and into the bathroom, slamming the door again.

I hear him pissing, the the toilet flushing, then him washing his hands, and coming out.

I try to quiet down my crying but I can't. I can only hope he doesn't hear me.

LIAM POV:
I had the worst day. First, the store I wanted to go to was closed. So, I had to walk to another store, in the storm. On the way back, there was tons of traffic because of an accident. I ended up getting home twenty minutes late, causing me to miss a movie I wanted to see. UGH. And, when I got home, the boys were nowhere to be found! Not that I really looked or anything.

I go upstairs. I go to the bathroom and on the way back to get to my own room, I hear sobbing. I get quiet and wait for a while before finally going to check on it. I realize it's coming from Niall's room.

I knock on his door quietly.

"Niall? You in there bud?"

He continues crying so I barge in.

As soon as I open the door, he looks up.

"L-Liam?"

"What's wrong. bud?"

He continues crying so I sit on his bed with him, and rub his back. He calms down a little.

"So what's up?" I ask again after a few minutes.

"S-st-storm," he says.

"Storm? You're scared of the storm? Why?"

Saying that seemed to make him cry more.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it that way. W-why don't we cuddle or something."

He nodded and motioned for me to get under the covers.

"I have to change first Ni."

He shook his head and motioned again.

I sighed and got in.

After an hour of cuddling, the storm was still going on strong, but now Niall was fidgety.

"Niall? Are you tired of cuddling?"

"No!"

"Then why are you fidgeting?"

"Um, no reason," he said quickly.

"Ok..."

We continued cuddling. After half an hour, he was fidgeting a lot more.

"Ni? What's up bud?"

"Nothin'"

Then he moved his hands from around me to his lower region.

That's when it hit me. Niall needed to piss.

"Niall? Do you perhaps... need a wee?"

He shook his head.

"I-I can hold it."

"Ok..."

NIALL POV:
We've been cuddling for around two hours now and I really don't know how much longer I can hold it. I really have to pee. By now, we're barely even cuddling. My hands are at my crotch, squeezing my dick in a death-grip. I'm also still really fidgety. Liam keeps asking me if we need to stop and I keep saying I can hold it.

Then, I feel some leaking out. Oh no. I can't stop it! In a matter of seconds, the whole bed is covered in piss. Liam is already sitting up.

"I'm sorry Li Li. It was accident!"

"Hey, it's ok bud, I'll get you some new sheets. Why don't you hop in the shower."

"What 'bout you?"

"I'll go in after."

I nodded.

I went to the shower and rinsed myself off. I did everything quick enough not to get a rash and then came out. But, the storm was still going. Liam would be in the shower leaving me all alone with the storm. Liam didn't seem to notice my worry and quickly got in the shower after me.

I sat on the bed, with new sheets, and rocked back and forth. I was crying and shaking and trembling and I felt like I couldn't breathe and- Just then I hear the bathroom door open and a half naked Liam pops out.

I jumped up to hug him.

"Shit!" he said.

I quickly let go.

"S-sorry," I say still crying.

"It's alright bud. Was just a little surprised is all. Are you okay now?"

"Why did you leave me alone?"

"Sorry Ni, I forgot about the storm. I thought it was a one time thing or something. Is it?"

"No."

"No? Then what was it?"

"It- I have a phobia of thunder and lightning," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Aww, how come you didn't tell us about this sooner?"

"I thought you would think I'm a baby."

"The boys and I won't think you're a baby for having a phobia silly."

"Then do you think I'm a baby for weeing the bed?"

"You were stressed out, scared, and so you didn't want to leave the bed. Definitely not."

"What if there wasn't a storm and I was awake and sober and I just wet myself because I was distracted?"

"Niall, no more 'what if' s. The boys and I will never think you're a baby."

I smiled.

Then I remembered the other boys.

"Li, can you tell the boys about my... fear?"

He nodded.

"Do you know where they are right now?"

I shook my head.

"Let's go find them then."

We went downstairs and there they were, in the kitchen.

"Harry, Louis, Niall has to tell you something. Except... I'm gonna tell you the something," Liam awkwardly said.

"Ok..."

"Niall has a phobia of thunder and lightning."

I looked down.

"Do you guys think-" I started but I was cut off by Harry.

"We don't think you're a baby if that's what your asking," Harry quickly said, smiling.

I looked up and smiled back.

"Liam, do you have to tell them the rest?"

"Not if you don't want to."

"Huh?" Louis said.

"Nothing," Liam said.

We smiled and walked away, and went on with our lives.

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