Scared. (Zarry)

First story up here, tell me what you think!

"Come on beauty queen! We're gonna be late!" I groaned agitated as Louis was pounding on my door. "Calm your tits Lou! I'll be out in a view!" I shouted back as I ran my hands through my hair again. "A view what? Hours? The car is here we have to goooo!" Louis barged into my room and threw my jacket at me. I sighed and took it, following Louis to the car where the rest of the lads were already sitting. "Zayn, you know the rollercoaster is gonna mess up your hair anyway, so why even bother?" Liam chuckled. I just rolled my eyes and looked out of my window, not wanting to pick a fight which I knew I would if I'd talk back. "I'm pumped!" Niall stated excitedly. "Yeah, they say it's a really cool rollercoaster!" Harry joined in. "And we have it all to ourselves!" Louis smiled. I just stared out of the widow in silence. "You okay?" Liam asked while softly nudging my shoulder. I glanced at him. "You know I don't like rollercoasters." I mumbled, looking back out of the window. "It's gonna be okay, it'll be fun." Liam smiled at me, trying to comfort me although he knows he really can't. I shrugged and the lads all left me alone while talking with each other.

When we arrived I was deliberately moving slow to get out of the car. "Stop dilly-dallying Zayny, put a smile on your face!" Louis called out as he was running and skipping and goofing off with Niall and Liam. Harry walked a bit slower and looked at me, waiting for me to fall into step with him. "I promise we'll go on something you like after this." He said with a small smile. "We just have to do this." I nodded as we both walked into the amusement park, the other three lads far ahead of us talking with the crew about the details. A new rollercoaster was about to open in this park and who better to promote it than One Direction? We had the park to ourselves the entire day as long as we rode the rollercoaster once with cameras and fans watching. "You know, it's the least scary in the middle...just saying." Harry said softly. I looked at him and forced a small smile on my face. Harry has always been the only one who's able calm me down when I'm scared, he doesn't lie to me and tell me it's nothing and he doesn't make it scarier than it is. He just respects that I'm scared and tries to share the event with me to take some of the stress away. Plus, his eyes seem to be able to calm me down at any time.

I swallowed thickly as I saw the rollercoaster appear in sight, it's huge with all kinds of loops and turns. "I can't do this." I whispered as I started to walk even slower. Harry adjusted to my pace and took my hand securely. "Of course you can. You can do anything." He said, squeezing my hand reassuringly. I shook my head. "I don't want to cry on television, I don't want to cry in front of the fans." I said, my voice trembling. "Zayn, Paul knows you're afraid and he told the camera-crew. They're gonna avoid close-ups from your face because you're probably not a very good advertisement for the ride." Harry explained. "Then why do I have to go on the ride?" I asked, dreading every step we took. "For the fans." Harry replied. "The fans know I'm scared, I can just stay down with them." I said, desperate to find a way out. "Well, we could ask Paul if that's alright..." Harry said slowly, raising my hope. We fastened our speed and got to the enormous metal frame. "Paul, can't Zayn just stay down?" Harry asked while I was just staring at the rollercoaster with big eyes. Harry threw in everything to get his- or actually my- way; pouting, puppy eyes, you name it. Eventually Paul agreed with him and walked off to find the right person to settle it with. "Haaaaaz! You promised you'd sit in front with me!" Louis called out as he padded the seat next to him. Harry nodded at him and I let go of his hand. I hadn't even realized I was still clutching onto it. "I can wait 'till Paul's back." Harry said, looking at me. "I can talk to Paul myself, go enjoy yourself." I said, ushering him towards Louis.

I was looking for Paul to ask if he had talked to anyone when suddenly a man started to usher me to the rollercoaster. "Come on, sit down. We're about to start." He said, talking into his headset at the same time. I was too overwhelmed to form sentences. "But- I- I-" I stuttered as the man helped me into my seat. He sighed agitated. "No whining, enjoy the ride." He put on a big smile as he secured me inside the metal seat. Before I could even speak or think, the rollercoaster started moving. The last thing I saw was a shouting Paul as I looked at him in fear. Louis and Harry were sitting in the very front while Liam and Niall chose to sit in the last seats and I noticed I was somewhere in the middle. Harry said the middle was the least scary, right? I started to focus on my breathing and thought of nice things instead of crashing down and dying- or at least tried to think nice thoughts. We were slowly rising and had reached the top, waiting for the big drop that would be the actual start of the ride. I heard the fans screaming down on the ground but didn't dare to look. I didn't want to see how high above the ground I was. And then it happened. We were going so fast in every direction and I couldn't control where we were going. I felt the heavy impact of gravity in my head and felt my heart pound achingly fast. I heard the other lads screaming and having a blast, even saw them throwing up their hands in the air. I was clenching anything I could grasp and saw nothing because of the tears that had sprung in my eyes. I tried to remember the things Harry usually said to me when I was scared. But he always said it was okay because he was there and he wasn't here right now, I was all alone and Harry probably didn't even know I was sitting here. We were gonna fall, it couldn't end right, moving in this speed. I pried my eye open a bit and noticed the ride was nearly over. I could see our starting point again and noticed we slowed down a bit. I was breathing heavily but told myself to calm down because I would have to face the fans soon. I was nearly calmed when I noticed we were still going too fast to stop at the right point. I was right, when we should've stopped, we sped up and I heard someone call out "Second round!". My heart began racing again and I clung onto anything that seemed stable. I could do this, I had already survived one round, I could handle another...right?