One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

Zayn is hit in the crotch.

You and Zayn were in the middle of a dodge ball competition with each other—an intense one. It wasn't that it was being filmed or anything; it was just that you were both bored and eager for something to do. Consequently, you decided to have a battle of dodge ball in your backyard.

I've got this! All I have to do is hit him with the ball once—and I win! You thought confidently.

You took your aim and your shot before he even had the chance to think about anything. You threw the ball as hard as you could in his direction and watched to see if you were successful in your attempt at winning.

Come on; come on; come on. Please let me win! I have to win; otherwise, I would fail. I want to win!

You were a very competitive person (if you couldn't tell already).

However, your thoughts ceased as soon as you heard a pained yelp materialize from your boyfriend. The ball had went straight into his crotch—and powerfully. Zayn toppled to his knees with a harsh wince plastered in his feature.

Oops! That's not what was supposed to happen!

You ran over and dropped to your knees by his side; you couldn't help but to have this initial reaction to your boyfriend's suffering.

"Are you okay?!" you rapidly inquired.

He didn't respond, just taking a sharp breath in.

  Oh, no. That didn't sound to 'okay' to me—not at all.

You quickly rushed out a "Oh, my goodness. I didn't mean it; please forgive me. Are you alright? Please be alright."

He took a minute to breathe in and out in order to help ease the pain.

"I'm alright," he whispered, a trace of bit of pain still evident in his tone.

 That's not okay. He should stay here for a minute or two.

  "Take a minute; I know you're not. I'm really sorry, Zayn; I never meant to do that to you at all."

"It's okay; you didn't mean it."

"I know, but I still feel bad. I mean, after all, I'm the one that did it."

"Hey," he told you softly, "don't feel bad. You couldn't help it. Besides, at least you won."

A small joking smile formed on his lips. You giggled and nodded.

  I did win at least. Yay for that.

  "Yeah, okay. Thanks."

You sat there for a few more minutes with him until he was okay. Eventually, he was and you both continued your epic battle.

I wrote this a while ago. Do you want the rest of the boys? Thanks for everything. @mockingjay1819 is so awesome, so you need to read her stuff. Also, I update when she does (as well as a few other times).